CHAPTER XXIV.

THE EVE OF MARTYRDOM.

Far different was the scene presented by another spot not far distant--a

vaulted chamber beneath the stone seats of the Coliseum, whither the

destined Christian martyrs had been removed on the eve before the day of

their triumph. As an act of grace, some coarse straw, the refuse of a

lion's lair, had been given them, and the relief to their fetter-cramped

limbs, stiffened with lying on a rough stone floor, was in itself an

indescribable delight. But they had a deeper cause of joy. They were

found worthy to witness a good confession for Christ before Cæsar, like

the beloved Apostle Paul; and even as their Lord Himself before Pontius

Pilate. And now the day of their espousals to their Heavenly Bridegroom

was at hand.

The silvery-haired Demetrius, a holy calm beaming in his eyes, uttered

words of peace and comfort. The coarse black barley-bread and muddy wine

which had been given them lest death should cheat the mob of their

promised delight on the morrow, the venerable priest had consecrated to

the Supper of the Lord--the last viaticum to strengthen their souls on

their journey to the spirit world. Sitting at his feet, faint and wan,

but with a look of utter content upon her face, was his daughter

Callirhoë, a heavenly smile flickering about her lips. With an undaunted

courage, a heroic resolve beaming from his eyes, stood Adauctus,

waiting, like a valiant soldier at his post, the welcome word of the

great Captain of his salvation: "Well done! good and faithful servant,

enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."

Ever and anon the deep-mouthed roar of a hungry lion rent the air, his

fierce bound shook the walls of his cage, and his hot breath came

through the bars as he keenly sniffed the smell of human flesh. But

though it caused at times a tremor of the quivering nerves of the wan

and wasted girl, it shook not her unfaltering soul Listen to the holy

words calmly spoken by the venerable Demetrius: "'_Non turbetur cor

vestrum_--Let not your heart be troubled. In my Father's house are many

mansions. I go to prepare a place for you.' Yes, daughter. Yes, brave

friend; before another sun shall set we shall see the King in His

beauty, and the laud that is very far off. Mine aged eyes shall see,

too, the beloved Rachel of my youth, to behold whom they have ached

these many years. And thou, child, shalt see the mother after whom thy

heart hath yearned."

"If only, dear father, my brother Ezra were with us," whispered

Callirhoë, "we soon would be an unbroken family in the city of the great

King."

"God's will be done, my child," answered the patriarch. "He doeth all

things well. He could bid His angels fly swiftly, and shut the lions'

mouths, or better still, convoy our spirits to the marriage supper of

the Lamb--to the repose of Abraham's bosom. Your brother is a child of

the covenant, an heir of the promises, the son of many prayers. God will

count him also in the day when He maketh up His jewels." Then, as if

gifted with the spirit of prophecy, he exclaimed: "Not always shall the

servants of the Most High be persecuted unto death. But this very

structure, now dedicated to slaughter and cruelty, shall hereafter be

consecrated to the service of the true God"--a prediction which, after

long centuries, has been literally fulfilled.

Thus in holy converse wore the hours away. And then through the rocky

vaults of the Coliseum stole the sweet accents of their last evening

hymn before they should sing the song of Moses and the Lamb on high:--

"He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, shall abide

under the shadow of the Almighty."

"I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in Him

will I trust."

"He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy

ways."

"Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder; the young lion and the dragon

shalt thou trample under foot."

As this pæan of triumph swelled into louder strain, the gladiators, awed

by its strange power, paused amid their ribald jests, and even the lion

hushed his hungry roar, and the tiger his angry growl.

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