On November 27, 1830, which was one Saturday and a day before the first Sunday of Advent, at 5:30 pm, during silent meditation, I thought I heard a noise like the rustling of a silk gown, on the right side of the chapel. I then saw the Blessed Virgin Mary near the painting of Saint Joseph. She was of average height and her face was so exquisite, that it would be impossible for me to describe her beauty. She was standing upright, wearing a white gown with a high-cut neckline and flat, simple sleeves. Her head was covered with a white veil that draped down to her feet. She wore her hair parted in the middle, with a small lace headband over her hair. Her face was uncovered, and her feet stood on a globe, or rather, a half-globe. At least I could only see half of it. Her hands, raised to the height of her chest, seemed to be effortlessly holding a small golden globe. Her eyes looked up to heaven, and her face brightened as she offered the globe to Our Lord. Suddenly, her fingers were filled with rings and beautiful, precious stones... Glorious rays of light shone forth and reflected all around, enlightening her with such a powerful light that I could no longer see her feet or her dress. Some of the stones were larger than the others, and the rays that emanated from each stone were more or less bright in proportion. I cannot explain what I felt or all that I learned in that short time.