I am come to relate my last year's sickness, the devotions I made to St. Xaverius and the miracle he by the power of God wrought upon me. I was quite given over by the doctors, professing they could no way relieve me, lying under so many contrary distempers. I seemed deep in a consumption, many times spat blood, with almost a continued fever, palsy, jaundice, the imposthumes I spoke of, extremity of pains, symptoms of my convulsions, with other infirmities. The doctor ordered me ass's milk, cordial drinks, and what I could take else, saying I should live as long as I had any substance left. I was dejected finding myself given over, but had a strong persuasion when all remedies failed, that God would find out some other means, if it were to His honour I should recover. I was so weak that when they lifted me out of bed to have it made, though they did this with all gentleness, I was ready to faint and could not remove it for some time. In the meantime the supernatural favours were withdrawn, I lay for the most time in great desolation, yet I cannot but say in the bottom of my heart, I was entirely resigned to the will of God.