Here is the 2nd Letter of Severus
Translation:
After you left me in the morning, I had settled down in my cell and that thought stole up to me which often has occupies me- the hope for the future and the aversion to the present; the fear of judgement and the dread of punishment- and, what follows and from where the whole thought descends, the record of my sins returned to me, sad and worn out. (2) Then, after laid out my limbs, tired because of my anguished mine, on my little bed,, as I am mostly accustomed to do out of out of sorrow, sleep crept up- which as it is lighter and uncertain in the early morning, so it, wavering and doubtful, was scattered through my limbs, as what does not happen in any other sleep, almost awake, you perceive yourself sleeping--(3) When, suddenly, I seemed to see bishop Martin, adorned in a white toga, with a fiery face, eyes like stars and bright red hair. In this way, he seemed to have the appearance and form of a body in which I knew him so that, what is different is difficult for us to day, he could not be examined, while he could be recognized. Smiling at me, he held in his right hand that little book which I wrote about his life. (4) I, embracing his holy legs, as usually, I asked his blessing. I felt his hand placed on my head with a very soft touch, when, among the solemn words of blessing, he repeated that name of the cross in an intimate way. Soon, with my intent on him, I could not be satisfied with his face or his visage, suddenly being taken up, he was snatched from me until, in the immense vastness of the sky I followed him travelling in a sweet cloud. He was received into open heaven and could not be seen beyond.
(5) I saw, not much later, the blessed priest, Clarus, his disciple, who recently died, climb by that same road as his master. I, rashly desiring to follow, tried to struggle towards them on high and woke up. I, roused from sleep, began to congratulate myself on my vision which I had seen, when a young relative came to me, his face sadder for speaking and giving pain.
(6) I said "What do you bear so sadly to say?"
He said, "Two monks are here now from Turo. They announce that lord Martin is dead" I admit, I fell and I wept very much with tears springing up. Truly, even while I write this to you, brother, tears flow. Nor do I allow any solace for this, my unendurable pain. Truly, when it is announced to you, I wanted you to share my grief, you who are an associate of my love.
(7) I cam immediately to myself so that we mourn equally whom we love equally, although I know that, of all men, Martin must not be mourned. (He is one), after the world is conquered and the age triumphed over, to whom the crown of justice will be granted. (8) However, I am not able to rule over myself. I am in pain. Indeed, I sent ahead my patron, but I lost the solace of my present life.
(8) Indeed, I sent ahead my patron, but I lost the solace of this present life. Although, if pain should make any sense, I ought to rejoice. For he (Martin) is the apostle's and prophets' comrade and, because I should speak in the peace of all the saints, is second to none in the flock of the illustrious saints. As I hope, as I believe and am confident, he is the most powerful of them who bath their robes in blood, being joined to the Lamb, he accompanies his leader, free from all blame. (9) For, to be sure, the reckoning of time could not furnish martyrdom. Nevertheless, the glory of the martyr will not be denied him because in his vows and his virtues, he could be and wanted to be a martyr. If he had been allowed to contend in the times of Nero and Decius in that meeting in which he should stand out, he would have willingly ascended the rack. Unasked, he would bring himself to the fire and, to be sure, just like those Hebrew boys, amid the sphere of flames, he would have sung the hymns of the Lord in the middle of the furnace. (10) What if, by chance, it had been pleasing to execute that punishment of Isaiah. He, never truly unequal to the prophet, nor would have feared his limbs being cut off by saws and blades. And if impious madness preferred to bring him to precipitous cliffs and lofty mountains, I contend, confident in the testimony of truth, he would have fallen of his own accord. If, by the example of that learned man of the Gentiles, as often happened, being reckoned among the other victims, he was led (to die) by the sword, he would have been the first to seize the palm of blood, although the execution was compelled. (11) He (Martin), opposing all the punishments and penalties by which most of the time human weakness yielded, not withdrawing from the confession of the Lord, he would have resisted unmoving so that he, happy in sores and rejoicing in his tortures, he would have smiled whatever the torments.
(12) But, although he did not endure such things, nevertheless he wept without the blood of the martyrs. What suffering of human pain did he not endure for the hope of eternity- hunger, vigils, nudity, fasting, the scorn of the envious, the persecution of the shameless, the care of the sick and anxiety for the persecuted? (13) With what pain did he not suffer? By what snare was he not caught? Over what death did he not groan? Besides those struggles of his, there were different struggles against the force of human and spiritual wickedness, while in him being attacked by different temptations, the strength of victory, the patience of one waiting and the serenity of endurance always overcame.
(14) O truly inexpressible by men in piety, pity and charity which daily grows cold even in holy men in this cold age. In him, nevertheless, it perseveres increasing daily right up to the end. What of his good which I especially enjoyed, when he uniquely delighted in me, although I was unworthy and not deserving. (15) Behold, tears flow again and a groan breaks out from the depths of my breast. In what man will there be similar rest for me after this? In whose love will there be solace? Miserable me! Unlucky me! Shall I ever be able, if I live for a long time, not suffer because I survived Martin? Will life be pleasant after this? Will there be days or hours without tears? or, with you, most delightful brother, will I be able make mention of him without tears? Or will I ever, when I speak at your place, be able to talk about anything else but him?
(16) But why do I disturb you with tears and crying? Look, I desire you to be consoled, I would am not able to console myself. He shall not be absent for us. Believe me, he shall not be absent. He shall attend those who discuss him, he will stand by those who pray. What is worthy to stand out today, he will often offer that he must be seen in his glory and he will protect us with his constant good will just as he did a little time before this. (17) Then, according to the order of the vision, he showed he would open heaven to those who follow and he taught us how he must be followed: he instructs how our hope must be directed, how our spirit must be directed.
So then, what must be done, brother? What I am well aware, I shall not be able to ascend that arduous journey and penetrate (those places): in this way, troublesome baggage weighs me down, pushed down by the mass of my sins, with ascent to the stars denied, it leads me miserable in savage tartarus. (18) However, hope remains, this only one, this last one, that, what we cannot obtain for ourselves, at, least, we shall merit by the prayers of Martin for us. But, why I occupy for you for a long time with so talkative a letter and delay your arrival? At the same time, an unfilled page does
not receive (you). This, however, was my plan in prolonging the conversation further so that, since this letter bears a painful message, the same paper supplies consolations from our conversation.