One day when the Blessed Sacrament was exposed, Monsieur Vianney stood contemplating it with an ecstatic smile. One of his companions, surprising him in this attitude, turned his eyes instinctively towards the tabernacle as though he expected to see something. He saw nothing, but the expression on Monsieur Vianneys face had struck him so much that he said: I believe the time will come when the Curé of Ars will live only by the Eucharist.
He was living by it already. The grace which flowed so abundantly from that Sacrament into his soul always protected him against sin, nourished in him the most magnificent virtues, and guided him without falling to the life of glory.
On Friday, July 29, 1859, having, as usual, spent sixteen or seventeen hours in the confessional, the Holy Curé came home worn out. He sank on to a chair, saying: I can do no more. Then he went to bed never to rise from it again. Fear of Gods judgments had been his dominate idea and despair his temptation; nevertheless, he was desirous of death, and looked forward to it with all his heart. It is the union of the soul with the Sovereign Good, he said. And he passed his last days in perfect serenity. I should not have believed, he delighted in repeating, that it was so sweet to die.
On the Tuesday evening he himself asked for the Sacraments. He wept at hearing the bell which announced that Jesus was leaving the tabernacle to come and visit him, and he wept afresh on seeing Him enter.
On Thursday, August 4, at two oclock in the morning, he ceased to breathe, at the moment when the Abbé Monnin, who was saying the prayers for the commendation of the soul, pronounced these words: May the holy angels of God come forth to meet him, and bring him into the city of the heavenly Jerusalem. Indeed they brought him there: the Church has given us the certainty of it by the decree of canonization of 1925.
And now the Eucharist will finish its work at the day of the blessed resurrection, for it has planted a seed of glory and eternal life in the holy priests flesh. Oh how beautiful will be the Day of Resurrection, he sometimes used to say; those beautiful souls will be seen coming from heaven like glorious suns, to unite themselves to the bodies they animated on earth. The more those bodies have been mortified, the more they will shine like diamonds.