Part II, Chapter XLVII
Advantages -- Temporal Favors -- L'Abbe Postel and the Servant of Paris

The following is related as a fact by the Abbe Postel, the translator of F.
Rossignoli's work. It took place in Paris, he says, about the year 1827, and
is inserted as No. 27 in the Merveilles du Purgatoire.

    A poor servant, who had been brought up as a good Christian in her
native village, had adopted the pious practice of having a Mass said every
month for the suffering souls. Her employers, having taken her with them to
the capital, she never once neglected it, and furthermore made it her rule
to assist at the Divine Sacrifice, and to unite her prayers with those of
the priest, especially for the soul that had most nearly completed its
expiation. This was her ordinary intention.

    God soon tried her by a long illness, that not only occasioned her cruel
suffering, but also caused her to lose her place and draw upon her last
resources. On the day that she was able to leave the hospital, she had but
twenty sous left. After addressing a fervent prayer to Heaven, full of
confidence, she was told that she would probably find employment in a
certain family at the other end of the city, whither she went, and as she
was obliged to pass by the Church of St. Eustache, she entered. The sight of
a priest at the altar reminded her that this month she had forgotten her
usual Mass for the dead, and that this was the very day upon which, for many
years, she had been accustomed to do this good work. But what was she to do?
If she disposed of her last franc, she would have nothing left, even to
satisfy her hunger. It was a struggle between devotion and human prudence.
Devotion gained the day. "After all," she said to herself, "the good God
knows it is for Him, and He will not forsake Me!" Entering the sacristy, she
gave her offering for a Mass, at which she assisted with her usual fervor.

    A few moments after, she continued on her way, full of anxiety as may be
readily understood. Being absolutely destitute of means, what was she to do
if she failed to obtain employment? She was still occupied with these
thoughts when a pale young man of a slight figure and distinguished
appearance approached her and said, "Are you in search of a situation?"
"Yes, sir." "Well, go to a certain street and number, to the house of Madam
_____. I think you will suit her, and that you will be satisfied there."
Having spoken these words, he disappeared in the passing crowd, without
waiting to receive the poor girl's thanks.

    She found the street, recognized the number, and ascended to the
apartments. A servant came out carrying a package under her arm and uttering
words of complaint and anger. "Is Madame there?" Asked the newcomer. "She
may or she may not be," replied the other. "What does it matter to me?
Madame will open the door herself if it suits her; I will trouble myself no
longer about it. Adieu!" And she descended the steps.

    Our Poor girl rang the bell with trembling hand, and a sweet voice bade
her to enter. She found herself in the presence of an old lady of venerable
appearance, who encouraged her to make known her wishes.

    "Madame," said the servant, "I learned this morning that you are in need
of a servant, and I came to offer my services. I was assured that you would
receive me kindly." "Oh, but, my dear child, what you tell me is very
extraordinary, This morning I had no need of one; it is only within the last
half-hour that I have discharged an insolent domestic, and there is not a
soul in the world except her and myself who know it. Who sent you, then?"
"It was a gentleman, Madame; a young gentleman whom I met on the street, who
stopped me for this purpose, and I praised God for it, for it is absolutely
necessary for me to find a place today; I have not a penny in my pocket."

    The old lady could not understand who the person was, and was lost in
conjecture, when the servant raising her eyes to the furniture of the little
parlor, perceived a portrait. "Wait, Madame," she said immediately, 'do not
puzzle yourself any more; this is the exact picture of the young man who
spoke to me. It is on his account that I am come."

    At these words the lady uttered a loud cry and seemed to lose
consciousness. She made the girl repeat the story of her devotion to the
souls in Purgatory, of the morning Mass, and her meeting the stranger; then
throwing herself on the neck of the girl, she embraced her amid a flood of
tears and said, "You shall not be my servant from this moment; you are my
daughter. It is my son, my only son, whom you saw---my son, dead for the
past two years, who owes to you his deliverance, whom God directed to send
you here. I cannot doubt it. May you, then, be blessed, and let us pray
continually for all those who suffer before entering into a blessed
eternity."