into it.

That was a hard trial for Stanislaus. But he met it as he had met
every difficulty, bravely, hopefully, cheerfully. He remembered
Saint Barbara, of whom he had asked 'the grace of not dying without
the Holy Viaticum. He renewed his prayers for her intercession. He
laid his whole case with confidence before God, and with confidence
waited.

Bilinski still sat by his bed, watching anxiously. The day passed,
the light failed, darkness and night came on. Stanislaus all the
time had lain quiet, his face smiling as ever, his lips moving in
prayer. Suddenly he turned to Bilinski, radiant, glowing with joy.

"Kneel down, kneel down!" he said, in a clear but low voice. "Two
angels of God are bringing the Blessed Sacrament, and with them
comes Saint Barbara!"

Then, worn out though he was by his long sickness, Stanislaus raised
himself, knelt on the bed, and struck his breast as he three times
repeated:

"Lord, I am not worthy!"

Then he raised his face, and opening his lips received his
sacramental Lord. Bilinski looked on with awe and almost terror,
unable to say a word. Stanislaus, when he had received the Blessed
Sacrament, lay down again in bed and began his thanksgiving.

He was more than ever ready for death now. But still death held off.