With thanks to the Missionary Society of St. Columban, I present this fourth of a series of four articles about the school life and First Communion of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, written by one of the Benedictine nuns who taught Thérèse. These articles were commmissioned by "The Far East" in 1934 to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of Thérèse's First Communion (May 8, 1884). For decades the articles lay forgotten in the archives. I'm most grateful to the Columban Missionaries and to The Far East for permission to publish the series on "Saint Therese of Lisieux: A Gateway." This article concudes the series.
Thérèse received the sacrament of Confirmation on the fourteenth of June following her first Communion. She herself tells how seriously she prepared for the coming of the Holy Ghost. During the short retreat preceding the ceremony she was remarkable for her great recollection as she studied, with devotion, the gifts of the Holy Ghost and questioned her catechism mistress about them.
And now Thérèse has finished her two years in the classe violette. She is no longer a mere child. January, 1885, will see her reaching the age of twelve – practically the half of her short life.
She will have only eighteen more months in the Abbey school. And during that time she is to be under the care of – myself!
When school reopened in October, 1884, little Thérèse Martin entered the classe orange which was entrusted to me. [The various classes were distinguished by belts of different colors. The orange class was the second highest. See The Far East for April. – Ed.] It gave me real pleasure to number her among my pupils. In her reputation for great industry, intelligence and blameless conduct there was much to awaken the interest of a young teacher.
A Teacher’s Memoirs
Hitherto I had seen Thérèse only at a certain distance. Now I could observe her more closely.
I was not deceived in my expectations. This Benjamin of the class – she was not yet twelve, while her companions were girls of thirteen and fourteen – had no difficulty in keeping pace with the studies. At once, in fact, she distinguished herself by her successes.
Every week a decoration was awarded which the pupil wore at the belt of her uniform. A silver decoration was given for obtaining first place in the test, a silver gilt for getting a hundred per cent. The latter was also the reward, at the end of the month, for the pupil who for four consecutive weeks had worn the silver emblem.
It was very rarely that Thérèse did not win one or the other of these decorations. She always knew her lessons very well; her tasks were done with exactness and serious application; her copybooks showed words done to perfection. The thought of God never left her. At the head of all her exercises she wrote the letters J.M.J.T., for “Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Teresa.” Sometimes she added, F.P.A.P.Y., that is, Francis, her second baptismal patron, Paul and Agnes, patrons of her sister Pauline, who in the Carmel has become Mother Agnes of Jesus. The meaning of the last two initials is not known.
At this age Thérèse was still very simple and childlike in her ways. But she had beautiful ideas and it is worth remarking how in compositions she always brought in a devotional thought about the supernatural.
Her Difficulties
As we have said, she was weak in spelling and especially in arithmetic. How many times she cried over problems! On the other hand, it was a pleasure to hear her recite one of La Fontaine’s fables, she did it so naturally and with such expression. She shone in history and geography.
Thérèse studied none of the accomplishments such as drawing, etc. In her autobiography, however, we can see how she longed to take lessons in drawing like her sister Céline, and what a heroic sacrifice she offered to Jesus in this matter. Later on, in the Carmel, God was pleased to make up to her for this. All at once Sister Thérèse of the Child Jesus became an artist whose work is truly charming.
In a word, Thérèse was a highly interesting pupil.
We must not hide the less pleasing aspect of her character as it then was. Let us hasten to add that the defect of which we speak was the only one.
A Weakness
Thérèse was an excessively sensitive child. It was distressing to see how readily and how freely her tears would flow. Has she not admitted this herself, with deep humility? “Tears were almost habitual with me at that time,” she writes, “I would cry not only for big reasons but also for the very least…. Then I would cry for having cried. My extreme sensitiveness made me simply impossible. All attempts to reason with me were fruitless. I could not rid myself of this wretched defect…. A little miracle was needed to make ne grow out of this weakness all at once.”
This miracle of grace took place on Christmas night, 1886, but by then Thérèse was no longer our pupil.
This is what would happen. In spite of all her efforts, it might occur that Thérèse did not come first in a test. What a shock! What was the matter? Our Thérèse would melt into tears and it was impossible to console her. The same thing would happen if her marks were only fair or if the Mistress raised her voice slightly and seemed displeased with her – a rare enough occurrence, as her conduct was exemplary.
This imperfection gave me an opportunity of noticing her fundamental strength of soul for, despite the distress that gave rise to these copious tears, she remained always amiable and calm. She never sulked. She would weep silently, offering no excuses for herself.
How pained I was, upset at seeing her grieve so much. I tried to correct this failing of hers, which her schoolmates criticized with the sharp intolerance of their years. I even gave her a little scolding for it, but Thérèse was not by nature one to be brought on by severity. I realized this very clearly, for the only result of my remonstrations was to make her tears fall still more copiously. One had rather to win her by reasoning; to this, because of her innate common sense, she would respond more readily.
This recollection of having once scolded her who was later to win universal admiration would be very painful to me, if I did not remind myself that in some small degree I was the instrument of God’s goodness. He wanted her to become perfect.
Never have I thought that the tears of Thérèse were the product of self-love or ambition. She imagined that she would be less pleasing to God and that her father would be disturbed, when her marks did not come up to expectations. Céline has confirmed us in this.
The following incident shows how these tears really arise from excessive delicacy of conscience.
“Prompting”
Wishing to keep the pupils from answering for one another or whispering the answers to classmates who did not know their lesson, I had said that to do this was not only out of order but further that this breach of discipline might lead the Mistress into error and give rise to an unintentional injustice. Since Thérèse always knew her lesson perfectly, she had happened to transgress in this matter pretty often. Now she saw herself at fault. The catechism Mistress, to whom she confided her troubles of conscience, had great difficulty in reassuring and consoling her. This example sheds light on these lines of the autobiography: “My scrupulosity finished by making me ill and I had to be taken from school at the age of thirteen.”
It was indeed at this time that the Lord permitted His child to be assailed by scruples, the dreadful malady that for two years caused her a painful martyrdom. They began during the retreat in preparation for the solemn renewal of First Communion, on May 21. During these three closing months of the school year, however, her studies showed no adverse effects from her suffering condition. Under the eyes of God alone, through her constant fidelity to grace, her soul had progressed in light and in love; she had been given strength to bear the cross.
Thérèse carried off the first awards and was loudly applauded on the day of the distribution of prizes. It was a legitimate recompense for her constant application to study, and it gave her all the more pleasure since God had seen fit to deprive her of it in previous years, when, because of her long absences from school, she was unable to compete.
What more have I to say of our little Thérèse? Certainly there is nothing extraordinary to tell…. But how admirable were her candor, her simplicity, her piety, her constant faithfulness to duty! Her angelic purity gave her a heavenly expression. To her the supernatural seemed almost to come naturally. There was, consequently, never anything affected about her. She had a very keen mind, not above a little roguishness at times.
To satisfy the desire of someone who wanted a souvenir from her, she took the notion to cut with her penknife the letters in the bark of a lime tree. The person for whom this novel souvenir was intended could never get the explanation of it, no matter how she persisted with her enquiries. Since then, the lime tree has been cut down but the piece of bark has been kept in the oratory of souvenirs.
I must confess that I showed myself rather strict towards Thérèse. Knowing that she was worshipped at home, I wanted to counterbalance this, for her own good. I also wanted to ward off those little jealousies that her constant successes in her studies were likely to arouse. I trust that she forgives me now.
Interior Suffering
During the following year her trial continued. Thérèse Still carried the heavy cross of scrupulosity. No one who has felt the weight of that cross will find it hard to understand that under such conditions study and school life, with all that it demanded, far from alleviating only increased the burden.
I recall that very often the child’s features betrayed a sadness that surprised me, because I thought that she was very happy. Nevertheless, she was still a model pupil but her health was visibly beginning to fail. She had continual headaches and as a result her absences from school became very frequent. Another sorrow weighed upon her affectionate heart. Her beloved Céline, president of the Children of Mary, having completed her studies very successfully at the close of the previous school year in July, no longer kept her sister company at school. It was only with difficulty that the little girl became used to her absence.
Thérèse had one consolation, however. In 1882, on May 31, she had received the red ribbon of the Sodality of the Holy Angels. On December 14, 1884, the sodalists voted to make her a counsellor. On the following February 2, Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin, she joined, as an aspirant, the sodality of the Children of Mary. We shall see how highly she valued this privilege.
Thérèse Leaves
M. Martin, deciding that his little daughter was no longer physically able for the regular classwork, resolved that she should finish her education by means of private tuition in town. Accordingly at Easter, 1886, Thérèse stopped coming to school. To completer her studies in the normal course she would not only have had to finish that year but to spend two more in the classe bleue. Her leaving at the earlier date, regrettable though it seemed at the time, facilitated her in preparing to enter Carmel at the age of fifteen.
Our dear Thérèse, however, had not departed from our school for good. We had the happiness of seeing her again, though only in passing.
Sodality Candidate
She had the disappointment of leaving without receiving the blue ribbon and the cherished medal of the Children of Mary. Solemn receptions into the sodality took place only twice a year – on December 8 and on May 31. Consequently she came now to Mother St. Placide and asked the favor of being received as a Child of Mary. Mother Directress was delighted with this request from Thérèse, of whom, she was always so fond, but her reply could only be that she would consult the president and counsellors of the sodality. This was the first time that such a case – that of a girl who had already left the school – had come up and it would create a precedent. It was to be expected, therefore, that at first there should be some hesitation. But it was not for long. Mother St. Placide gave utterance to a prophetic sentence that dispelled all misgivings.
“I don’t believe,” she told the counsellors, “that you will ever have any reason to regret having admitted Thérèse Martin into the sodality.”
One condition, however, was imposed. Since the aspirant’s health did not permit her regular attendance at school, she was asked to come at least twice a week. There was nothing out-of-the-way in this stipulation, as any of our past pupils might return to the Abbey to follow the lessons in needlework, drawing and painting and the like, which were given in the afternoons.
Thérèse readily agreed. She writes, however: “I must admit that it cost me something of an effort, on account of my great shyness.”
Accordingly we saw her among us again – twice a week, from one o’clock until five. Once more we quote her own words, telling how she spent her time on these occasions.
Before the Tabernacle
“I worked away silently, until the end of the lesson, and then, as no one took any notice of me, I would go up in the gallery of the chapel and stay there until Father called for me.”
More notice was taken of her, however, than she suspected. Some of the more serious-minded pupils were observing her modest recollection admiringly and without venturing to speak to her, tried at least to catch her eye and attract her smile of greeting – a smile so sweet that it was indelibly impressed on one’s memory. Without her knowing it, she was even followed up to the gallery by one companion, who writes her impressions as follows: “She was praying there, utterly lost in God. Kneeling in the centre of the gallery, directly opposite the Tabernacle, she looked like an angel.”
Thérèse herself has written, “In this quiet visit I found my one consolation. Was not Jesus my only Friend? To Him alone could I speak.”
A few days before May 31 the voting for admission to the two sodalities took place, with the chaplain and Mother Directress presiding. Needless to say, Thérèse Martin was among those chosen for membership in the Children of Mary.
The ceremony of reception took place in the Abbey chapel. That hallowed chapel with its precious memories of First Communion. How happy Thérèse was, to be received as a Child of Mary in the same place and before the same altar where two years earlier she had consecrated herself to the Blessed Virgin.
After her reception Thérèse came to the Abbey only on every first Sunday of the month, to attend the conference given by the chaplain in the oratory of the sodality. All the sodalists who had left school came to these meetings until they married.
At length the time came when Thérèse was to realize her great desire of entering Carmel at the age of fifteen.
Her entrance was set for April 9, and one afternoon she came back to her old school to say goodbye. For her affectionate heart this was indeed an occasion of genuine suffering, foreshadowing the anguish, now imminent, of the final parting from her dear ones at home.
Farewell Visit
She went quickly from one classhall to another, meeting the Mistresses. Most of them were unaware that this visit was to be her last. She overlooked no one. Her last meeting with me was as follows.
We were then having the quarterly tests and I was examining the pupils orally. Suddenly, turning around, I saw a tall girl beside me. It was Thérèse Martin. How she had changed! Her long curly tresses were done up in a knot on her head; she wore a dress of rather grown-up design. No longer had she that charmingly childish appearance.
“Thérèse!” I said, in surprise, adding in regretful tones: “You have put up your hair!”
Smiling mysteriously, she answered in that slow-speaking little voice of hers:
“Yes, Mother.”
Forthwith Thérèse realized that I knew nothing of her plans. I asked her to wait until I had finished questioning my pupil. We then went out to the head of the stairs close by.
A Last Meeting
Our conversation was short. She seemed a little embarrassed and so was I. On leaving, she embraced me affectionately. As for what we said, alas, I cannot recall it now.
A little later, Thérèse met a lay-Sister and said to her: “I have just seen Mother ―. She has no idea that I have come to say goodbye. I wanted to tell her but I simply could not get the words out. I was afraid I would break down. She will be so sorry when she hears the truth.”
The dear child was not mistaken. I was very much grieved at the thought of not seeing her any more. But I admired her strength of character. She had completely mastered her excessive sensitiveness.
While she was a postulant and then a novice, several of her former schoolmates went to see her. Sister Thérèse of the Child Jesus welcomed them heartily and asked affectionately for all the nuns. Naturally she was inspected from head to foot and questioned all about her life as a Carmelite. The little Sister had lost none of her delightful simplicity and she satisfied her visitors’ curiosity in her own charming way. During the visits she kept the hourglass, as well as her workbasket, at her side. She kept sewing as she chatted and observed strict guard over her eyes – a fact which did not escape her edified friends.
She took the black veil on September 24, 1890. The newly professed Sister, henceforth hidden away in the cloister of Carmel, had now disappeared from our eyes and her history was to be ours no longer.
In the year following her happy death, her autobiography, the Story of a Soul, came to reveal to us the hidden treasure that we had once possessed. The book was read enthusiastically both by the children preparing for First Communion and by the pupils and alumnae during the annual retreat. The splendid volume was given as a prize; to read it was a coveted privilege. The poems of St. Thérèse were also greatly enjoyed and the girls would love to sing them on their walks. Thus among our pupils St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus wrought the beginnings of an apostolate that was soon to embrace the whole world.
(THE END)
(This concludes the series of four articles, special to The Far East, written by Mother …., of the Abbey of Notre Dame du Pré, Lisieux, France, and translated by the editor. Mother …. Is one of the surviving teachers of the Little Flower. The first article in the series appeared in March. The May article described the First Communion of St. Thérèse in the Abbey chapel, May 8, 1884. Back numbers of The Far East containing the earlier articles are still available.)
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