The Storyteller

New Zealand Tablet, 29 August 1918, Page 3

The Storyteller

(By Cardinal Wiseman.)

FAB IO LA; 08, ‘ THE CHURCH OF THE CATACOMBS.

Part Second— Conflict CHAPTER XXI.—PRISON. If a modern Christian wishes really to know what his forefathers underwent for the faith during three centuries of persecution we would xxot have him content himself with visiting the catacombs, as we have tried to make him do, and thus learning what sort of life they were compelled to lead; but we would advise him to peruse those imperishable records, the Acts of the Martyrs, which will show him how they were made to die. We know of no writings so moving, so tender, so consoling, and so ministering of strength to faith axxd to hope, after God’s inspired words, as these venerable monuments. And if our reader, so advised, have not leisure sufficient to read nxxxch upon this subject we would limit him willingly to one specimen, the genuine Acts of SS. Perpetua and Felicitas. It is true that they will be best read by the scholar in their plain African latinity, but we trust that some one will soon give us a worthy English version of these and some other similar early Christian documents. The ones we have singled out are the same as were known to St. Augustine, and cannot be read by any one without emotioxx. If the reader would compare the morbid sensibility and the overstrained excitement endeavored to be produced by a moderxx French writer, in the imaginary journal of a culprit condemned to death, down to the immediate approach of execution, with the unaffected pathos axxd charming truthfulness which pervade the corresponding narrative of Vivia Perpetua, a delicate lady of twenty-one years of age, he would not hesitate in - coxxcluclixxg how much more natural, graceful, and interesting are the simple recitals of Christianity thaxx the boldest fictions of romance. And when our minds are sad, or the petty persecutions of our times incline our feeble hearts to murmur, we cannot do better than turn to that really golden, because truthful, legend, or to the history of the noble martyrs of Vienne, or Lyons, or to the many similar, still extant records, to nerve our courage by the contemplation of what children and women, catechumens and slaves, suffered, unmurmuring, for Christ. But we are wandering from our narrative. Pancratius, with some twenty more, fettered and chained together, were led through the streets to prison. As they were thus dragged along, staggering and stumbling helplessly, they were unmercifully struck by the guards who conducted them ; and any person near enough to reach them dealt them blows and kicks without remorse. Those further off pelted them with stones or offal, and assailed them with insulting ribaldry. They reached the Maxxxertixxe prison at last, and were thrust down into it, and found there already . other victims of both sexes awaiting their time of sacrifice. The youth had just time, while he was being haxxdcuffed, to request one of the captors to inform his mother and Sebastian of what had happened ; and he slipt his purse into his hand. . A prison in ancient Rome was not the .place to which a poor man might court committal, hoping there to enjoy better fare and lodging than he did at home. Two or three of these duxxgeoxxs, for they are nothing better, still remain; and a brief description of the one which we have mentioned will give our readers some idea of what confessorship cost, independent of martyrdom. The Mamertine prison is composed of two. square subterraxxean chambers, one below the other, with only one round aperture in the centx'e of each vault, through

which- alone light, air, food; furniture/and men could pass. - When the upper "storey was full we may. imagine how much of the two first could reach l the lower.'i-No other means of ventilation, drainage,' : or access could exist. The walls, of large stone blocks; had, or rather .have, rings fastened into them, for securing the prisoners ; but many used to be laid on the floor, with their feet fastened in the stocks ; and the ingenious cruelty of the persecutors often increased the discomfort of the damp stone floor by strewing with broken potsherds this only bed allowed to the mangled limbs and welted backs of the tortured Christians. Hence we have in Africa a company of martyrs, headed by SS. Saturniuus and Dativus, who all perished through their sufferings in prison. And the Acts of the Lyonese Martyrs inform us that many newcomers expired in the gaol, killed by its severities before their bodies had endured any torments ; while, on the contrary, some who returned to it so cruelly tortured that their recovery appeared hopeless, without any medical or oilier assistance, there regained their health. At the same time the Christians bought access to these abodes of pain, but not of sorrow, and furnished whatever could, under such circumstances, relieve the sufferings and increase the comforts, temporal and spiritual, of these most cherished and venerated of their brethren. Roman, justice required at least the outward forms of trial; and hence the Christian captives were led from their dungeons before the tribunal, where they were subjected to an interrogatory, of which most precious examples have been preserved in the proconsular Acts of Martyrs, just as they were entered by the secretary or registrar of the court. When the Bishop of Lyons, Pothinus, now in his ninetieth year, was asked, “Who is the God of the Christians?” he renlied, with simple dignity, “If thou shalt be worthy, thou shalt know.” Sometimes the judge would enter into a discussion with his prisoner, and necessarily get the worst of it ; though the latter would seldom go further with him than simply reiterating his plain profession of the Christian faith. Often, as in the case of one Ptolomaeus, beautifully recited by St. Justin, and in that of St. Perpetua, he was content to ask the simple question, Art thou a Christian ? and upon an affirmative reply proceeded to pronounce capital sentence. Pancratius and his companion stood before the judge, for it wanted only three days to the ?mums, or games, at which they were to “fight with wild beasts.” “What art thou he asked of one. I am a Christian, by the help of God,” was the rejoinder. “And who art thou?” said the Prefect to Rusticus. I am, indeed, a slave of Caesar’s,” answered the prisoner “but becoming a Christian, I have been freed by Christ Himself ; and by His grace and mercy I have" been made partaker of the same hope as those whom you see.” Then turning to a holy priest, Lucianus, venerable for his years and his virtues, the judge thus addressed him : Come, be obedient to the gods themselves, and to the Imperial Edicts.” “No one,” answered the old man “can be reprehended or condemned who obeys the precepts of Jesus Christ our Saviour.” “What sort of learning and studies dost thou pursue ?” I have endeavored to master every science, and have tried every variety of learning. But finally I adhered to the doctrines of Christianity, although they do not please those who follow the wanderings of false opinions.” “Wretch! dost thou find delight in that learning ?” The greatest, because I follow the Christians in right doctrine.” “And what is that doctrine?” “The right doctrine, which we Christians piously hold, is to believe in one God, the Maker and Creator of all things visible and invisible, and to confess the Lord Jesus Christ the Son of God, anciently foretold by the prophets, who will come to judge mankind, and

• ; ‘ - « . ■ ■ , • is the preacher and master of salvation, to those who will learn well under Him. I indeed, as - a mere man, am too weak and insignificant to be able to utter anything great of His infinite Deity: this office belongs to the prophets.” - ; ‘ .'4 “Thou art, methinks, a master of error to others, and deserves! to be more severely punished than the rest. Let this Lucianus be kept in the nerve (stocks) with his feet stretched to the fifth hole. And you two women, what are your names and condition?” “I am a Christian, who have no spouse but Christ. My name is Secunda,” replied the one. “And I am a widow, named Rufina, professing the same saving faith,” continued the other. At length, after having put similar questions, and received similar answers from all the others, except from one wretched man, who, to the grief of the rest, wavered and agreed to offer sacrifice, the Prefect turned to Pancratius, and thus addressed him. “And now, insolent youth, who hadst the audacity to tear down the Edict of the divine emperors, even for the© there shall be mercy if yet thou wilt sacrifice to the gods. Show thus at once thy piety and thy wisdom, for thou art yet but a stripling.” Pancratius signed himself with the sign of the saving cross, and calmly replied, “I am the servant’ of Christ. Him I acknowledge by my mouth, hold firm in my heart, incessantly adore. This youth which you behold in me has the wisdom of grey hairs if it worship but one God. But your gods, with those who adore them, are destined to eternal destruction.” “Strike him on the mouth for his blasphemy, and beat him with rods,” exclaimed the angry judge. “I thank thee,” replied meekly the noble youth, “that thus I suffer some of the same punishment as was inflicted on my Lord.” The Prefect then pronounced sentence in the usual form. “Lucianus, Pancratius, Rusticus, and others, and the women, Secunda and Rufina, who have all owned themselves Christians, and refuse to obey the sacred emperor, or worship the gods of Rome, we order to be exposed to wild beasts in the Flavian amphitheatre.” The mob howled with delight and hatred, and accompanied the confessors back to their prison with, this rough music, but they were gradually overawed by the dignity of their gait and the shining calmness of their countenances. Some men asserted that they must have perfumed themselves, for they could perceive a fragrant atmosphere surrounding their persons. (To be continued.) !TT,.. ■ 5S ! g