Two or three days after I revived thus and began to take some nourishment, I fell into convulsions again, like those of the first year. They saw it was in vain to consult other doctors besides him who had been acquainted with me all the time of my sickness. He said I was too weak to be blooded, though this was the only thing which heretofore relieved me. They never durst bleed me after this, finding my blood turned almost to water. Whatever the doctor prescribed to mitigate the convulsions put me into a fever, and what he ordered for cooling the fever advanced the convulsions to a high degree; so in this dying condition I lay for a month, as I think, or six weeks, without any human help, but with a great deal from Almighty God; this gave me new courage and patience, with supernatural recollection and solitude. I saw an angel in the very place over my bed towards the feet, where I saw our Blessed Saviour when I thought He came to receive my soul. This angel looked very beautiful and sweet, his countenance divine, he seemed the bigness of a child four or five years old, he held in his right hand a crown almost as big as himself, very richly adorned; he held it, as it were, nearer to me that I might delight myself with looking on it, giving me to understand by a way very interior that it was my crown which was so adorned by my sufferings and reserved for me in heaven.