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 monthly. But no  soul  of  saint  or  seminarian  is  more precious before  God  than  mine,  and  to  me  its  salvation is  infinitely  important. Therefore I  will  rehearse my death-scene  often  that  I  may  acquire  the  art  of dying  well. I will  occasionally  imagine  myself  in  my last  agony,  with  a  bandage  round  my  fevered  brow, with the  crucifix  in  my  hand,  the  clammy  death  chill creeping over  my  body,  the  silence  broken  only  by my  labored  breathing,  the  sobs  of  my  friends,  and  the priest's voice  saying:  "  Depart  out  of  this  world,  O Christian  soul." From that  position  on  my  deathbed I  will  glance  back  over  my  life  repeating:  "  As one  lives  so  shall  he  die." Ah, then  will  appear  in their  true  colors  the  blindness  and  folly  of  mankind, the vanity  of  riches  and  pleasures,  and  all  earthly  happiness. Then will  I  realize  that  for  me  my  soul  is  the one created  good,  sin  the  only  evil,  my  last,  the  all-important  moment  of  my  life. Then will  I  see  which of my  present  doings  I  would  be  likely  to  regret  at the  last. Then will  I  begin  to  correct  the  evil  of  my ways — begin  to  live  a  good  life  that  I  may  die  a  good death. If in  all  my  works  I  remember  my  last  end,  I will  never  sin. Grant, O  God,  that  the  lives  of  all here may  henceforth  be  so  ordered  as  to  gain  for them the  grace  of  a  happy  death. Grant, O  God,  that falling gently  asleep  in  death  we  may  awake  in  eternity to  hear  not  the  thundering  anathema  of  God's justice:  "Depart  from  Me,  ye  wicked,"  but  rather the sweet  summons  of  His  infinite  mercy:  "Arise,  My beloved,  and  come."