A.D. 309.

IN the seventh year of Dioclesian's persecution, continued by Galerius

Maximianus, when Firmilian, the most bloody governor of Palestine, had

stained Caesarea with the blood of many illustrious martyrs, Adrian and

Eubulus came out of the country called Magantia to Caesarea, in order to

visit the holy confessors there. At the gates of the city they were

asked, as others were, whither they were going, and upon what errand.

They ingenuously confessed the truth, and were brought before the

president, who ordered them to be tortured, and their sides to be torn

with iron hooks, and then condemned them to be exposed to wild beasts.

Two days after, when the pagans at Caesarea celebrated the festival of

the public Genius, Adrian was exposed to a lion, and not being

dispatched by that beast, but only mangled, was at length killed by the

sword. Eubulus was treated in the same manner, two days later. The judge

offered him his liberty if he would sacrifice to idols; but the saint

preferred a glorious death, and was the last that suffered in this

persecution at Caesarea, which had now continued twelve years under three

successive governors, Flavian, Urban, and Firmilian. Divine vengeance

pursuing the cruel Firmilian, he was that same year beheaded for his

crimes, by the emperor's order, as his predecessor Urban had been two

years before.

* * * * *

It is in vain that we take the name of Christians, or pretend to follow

Christ, unless we carry our crosses after him. It is in vain that we

hope to share in his glory, and in his kingdom, if we accept not the

condition.[1] We cannot arrive at heaven by any other road but that

which Christ held, who bequeathed his cross to all his elect as their

portion and inheritance in this world. None can be exempted from this

rule, without renouncing his title to heaven. Let us sound our own

hearts, and see if our sentiments are conformable to these principles of

the holy religion which we profess. Are our lives a constant exercise of

patience under all trials, and a continual renunciation of our senses

and corrupt inclinations, by the practice of self-denial and penance?

Are we not impatient under pain or sickness, fretful under

disappointments, disturbed and uneasy at the least accidents which are

disagreeable to our nature, harsh and peevish in reproving the faults of

others, and slothful and unmortified in endeavoring to correct our own?

What a monstrous contradiction is it to call ourselves followers of

Christ, yet to live irreconcilable enemies to his cross! We can never

separate Christ from his cross, on which he sacrificed himself for us,

that he might unite us on it eternally to himself. Let us courageously

embrace it, and he will be our comfort and support, as he was of his

martyrs.

Footnotes:

1. Matt. xvi. 24. Luke xxiv. 26.

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