It is now about a year and a half since I left off writing, and the troublesome charge of Superior having again fallen upon me for three years longer, I think I shall have little time to write, yet, in compliance to obedience, I begin again. I hope this may draw my Saint nearer to me, for if I go on writing, he must be by me and dictate to me as he has already done. As to myself, I remember little or nothing when I take my pen; but in short I recommend myself to St. Xaverius, begging I may write nothing but what may be to the honour of God, and that he would please to help me. It would be impossible for me to descend to all particulars which happened so many years ago unless he then brought them to my mind, and unless I found this supernatural help I should suppose it to be the will of God I should desist from writing. Relating to my office, I do not lose confidence, though I think what I have written was not so hard to be remembered as what I have to write. I have none of my former papers by me, but, as I think, I had there finished my first year after the noviceship.