On June 5, 1880, on Saturday evening at eight o’clock, a fearful storm of cyclonic force arose. Mother Maddalena and her little Community were in the parlor of their temporary house and could hear the storm. On the morning of Sunday Reverend Father Peter, S.J., came to say Mass in our little chapel… and told us that there was no longer a trace of any building. Only God knows what we felt at that moment. But we are always thankful to the good God, that it happened before the Sisters moved into the building, and we were completely resigned to the Will of God; even the three postulants were determined to wait till the hour of God would come when they could realize their desire to be enclosed from the world forever. Only on Monday did Mother Maddalena and several Sisters go to see. Her eyes beheld a sickening mass of ruins. She first knelt in prayer over her wrecked hope, then, we three, with our backs to the sun, sat on the ruins and in silence contemplated the scene about us. We mourned over our beloved Jerusalem. A long, long time we sat in silence, there on the ruins of our convent. All was calm. Sweet, pure air was about us. (see also May 23rd and June 6th)