On the 14th of March, 1859, a pious layman happened to meet a priest in the street, who was very distressed about a young man of seventeen who had come home from Paris so ill, that the doctor was of the opinion that he could not live many days. The priest had been to the house three times, but the family would not receive him. The layman on hearing this, spoke to him about the wonderful effects of St. Benedict’s Medal, gave him one, and encouraged him to make another attempt.

The priest went, and at first met with the same reception. He then showed the Medal, which he said he wished to give to the young man. “Oh, if that is all,” said the person who was speaking to him, “you may come in.” He went to the room of the young man, who no sooner saw him than he hid his face in the bed clothes. “My dear friend said the priest, “accept this little present from me.” Immediately he uncovered his face, and began his confession with the most admirable sentiments of contrition.

In 1860, an old man was received into one of the Paris hospitals, and falling seriously ill there, it was evident that he had but a very short time to live. He was a Protestant. The Sisters, who had the care of the hospital, seeing that there was no chance of his recovery, lost no time in using every possible means to secure to him the salvation his soul. For this end they had made novena after novena, private and general communions had been offered up, and they had many masses said.

It seemed however to be all to no avail. It happened one Sunday, that a friend having come to the hospital to visit the sick, and being informed of a Protestant was so near death, he advised them to give the sick man a Medal of St. Benedict, and in case he should refuse it, to put it under his pillow. The advice was instantly followed, and the medal was placed around his neck.

The next time the same person came to the hospital, he had the consolation of hearing that the very Sunday he advised them to use the Medal, the Protestant had asked at twelve o’clock that night, to be received into the church. They offered to send for either of the two nearest parish priests, but he refused, saying that he would prefer the Chaplain of the house, whom he had had occasion to know.

This latter, not having the faculties necessary for receiving the abjuration or for absolving from heresy, was obliged to send for the Archbishop. In spite of all the diligence that was used, it was not possible to administer the Sacraments to the sick man before nine o’clock the next morning. The old man received all the rites of the church with great devotion, and died tranquilly in the evening of the same day.


On the back of the medal, the following letters that represent a Latin prayer against Satan:

C. S. S. M. L. (Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux): “The Holy Cross be my light”

N. D. S. M. D. (Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux) “May the dragon never be my guide!”

Around the edge of the medal are more letters that stand for the Latin exorcism prayers:

V. R. S. (Vade Retro Satan): “Get away, Satan”

N. S. M. V. (Not Suade Mihi Vana): “Never tempt me with your vanities!”

S. M. Q. L. (Sunt Mala Quae Libas): “What you offer me is evil.”

I. V. B. (Ipse Venena Bibas): “Drink the poison yourself!”

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