How strange a martyrdom! She is too young to be punished, yet she is old enough to win a victory. She cannot fight, yet she easily gains a crown. She has but the age of a scholar, yet has she mastered every virtue. Bride never went to nuptials with so glad a heart, nor so light a step, as this young virgin marches to the place of execution.
Already have I communicated of his sacred Body, and his Blood has graced my cheek; His Mother is a Virgin, his Father is God. I am espoused to him who the Angels obey, and whose beauty the sun and the moon admire.
O thou that nearest a Martyr's palm and a Virgin's wreath! pray for us, that, though unworthy of a special crown, we may have our names written in the list of Saints. Amen.
by Dom Prosper Granger O.S.B.
London, 1867
Volume 2, page 371
Here was a victim scarce big enough for a wound, for where could the sword fall? and yet she had courage enough to conquer the sword.
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