Easter Sunday and Monday of 1892, a thing of the past, thank God they are over and that the semblance of Joy is no longer obligatory. We went in Holy Thursday and visited the Churches. Friday we passed quietly at the Mount and Saturday also keeping company with Our dear Mother Mary in her affliction. Sunday we had Communion and Mass. We went into the New House to dine and truly a greater attempt at cheerfulness never was visible; the Sisters there, as you know, have not had Communion for a month and as many of them blame me for all, you may be sure their greeting was not too warm. Well, the dinner was served and we remained until 2 P.M. when we returned to the Mount. During our short stay, Sr. M. Providence did not favor us with her company until a quarter of 2 and a more relentless and defiant demeanor would be hard to see on the face of a woman. I am heart sick at the sight of these desperate looking faces!
On our way home we called at the Cemetery to visit the graves of our dear departed Sisters. Thank God their honest hearts have been spared what we must endure!
Yesterday Sisters M. Gabriel and Catherine went to the City in quest of paper, etc. at the different Mills and obtained a good supply. Even that will be an item less for the year. We looked for the Cotton but find that Sr. M. Ursula can do better in Kingston.
I am making up curtains for the top flat of the new house: Oh! God help me, I am a victim. You cannot imagine how great the sacrifice is to be away so long and not see that house go on as I expected, but “Fiat voluntas tua”. Everything comes to an end; so will this sad, disgraceful affair. It is common talk in the Mills and such places, that I have done so much to the Sisters, even keeping Sr. M. Stanislaus a prisoner.
Sr. M. Gabriel told me that yesterday two men in different places, asked such pointed questions that she felt they knew all that had taken place; one asked about “Providence”, the other about me. Pleasant is it not? Oh, may our good God, in His own time, put all things right! Until then, patience is my motto.
Surely the Archbishop will write me this week. I am going in to the City today so as to be on hand should any word come.
I had a letter from my sister, written Wednesday, and she told me both my letters were in His Grace’s room unopened. I suppose the poor man did not wish to be kept awake by their contents. She seems to think that he has not built up much during his absence.
I have not heard anything about the Bishop of Springfield since last week but fancy his condition is not much improved. Heard that he was ordered away so that affairs of the Diocese would not worry him. He is nervous and sleepless and cannot bear the strain of business.
I wish Sr. M. Ursula would find out if the Archbishop has opened my letters yet. Unless I get some news I will not write again this week for I have nothing to communicate.
We are both well, a blessing I thank God for.