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in her throat ? S"hr could not f<strong>or</strong> her life have snid she was<br />
anything: els.-. All ! l-'ahiola, (by day is not fur <strong>of</strong>f.<br />
1 '<br />
"But. -W, replied <strong>the</strong> emper<strong>or</strong>, m<strong>or</strong>e serein',<br />
returning her "<br />
petition, I fear it is too late ; I think<br />
that blow must have been <strong>the</strong><br />
" I feel faint, sire," said she, respectfully ; may I retire ?"<br />
"<br />
By all means. But, by <strong>the</strong> bye, I have to thank you f<strong>or</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> beautiful ring which you sent, and which I have given to<br />
" It will look m<strong>or</strong>e<br />
Hyphax's wife," (lately her own slave !).<br />
brilliant on a black hand, <strong>the</strong>n ever on mine. Adieu ! and he<br />
kissed his hand with a wicked smile, as if <strong>the</strong>re wero no mar-<br />
tyr's body near to witness against him. He was right; a heavy<br />
blow on <strong>the</strong> head had proved fatal ; and Sebastian was safe<br />
where he had so longed to be. He b<strong>or</strong>e with him a double<br />
pakn, and received a tw<strong>of</strong>old crown. Yet still, an ignominious<br />
end bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld ;<br />
beaten to death without ceremony, while<br />
<strong>the</strong> emper<strong>or</strong> conversed. How much <strong>of</strong> martyrdom<br />
is in its disgrace<br />
I Woe to us when we know that our sufferings earn us<br />
hon<strong>or</strong> !<br />
<strong>The</strong> tyrant, seeing his w<strong>or</strong>k completed, <strong>or</strong>dered that Sebas-<br />
tian at least should not be cast into <strong>the</strong> Tiber n<strong>or</strong> on a dung-<br />
MLL "Put plenty <strong>of</strong> weights to his body," he added, "and<br />
throw it into <strong>the</strong> Cloaca,* to rot <strong>the</strong>re, and be <strong>the</strong> food <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
vermin. <strong>The</strong> Christians at least shall not have it." This was<br />
done ; and <strong>the</strong> Saint's Acts inf<strong>or</strong>m us, that in <strong>the</strong> night he appeared<br />
to <strong>the</strong> holy matron Lucina, and directed her<br />
where to find his sacred remains. She obeyed his summons,<br />
and <strong>the</strong>y were buried with hon<strong>or</strong> where now stands his basilica.<br />
CHAPTEB XXVUL<br />
THE OBTTICAIi DAT I ITS FIKST PART.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are critical days in <strong>the</strong> life <strong>of</strong> man and <strong>of</strong> mankind.<br />
Not merely <strong>the</strong> days <strong>of</strong> Marathon, <strong>of</strong> Cannae, <strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> Lepanto, in<br />
which a different result might have influenced <strong>the</strong> social <strong>or</strong> political<br />
fate <strong>of</strong> mankind. But it is probable that Columbus could<br />
look back upon not only <strong>the</strong> day, but <strong>the</strong> precise hour, <strong>the</strong> de-<br />
cision <strong>of</strong> which secured to <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld all that he taught and gave<br />
it, and to himself <strong>the</strong> singular place which he holds among its<br />
w<strong>or</strong>thies. And each <strong>of</strong> us, little and insignificant as he may be,<br />
has had his critical day ; his day <strong>of</strong> choice, which has decided<br />
hip late through life ;<br />
his day <strong>of</strong> Providence, which altered his<br />
position <strong>or</strong> his relation to o<strong>the</strong>rs ; his day <strong>of</strong> grace, when <strong>the</strong><br />
spiritual conquered <strong>the</strong> material. In whatever way it has been<br />
every soul, like Jerusalem, has had its day.<br />
And so with <strong>Fabiola</strong>, has not all been w<strong>or</strong>king up towards a<br />
crisis ? Emper<strong>or</strong> and slave, fa<strong>the</strong>r and guest, <strong>the</strong> good and<br />
<strong>the</strong> wicked, Christian and hea<strong>the</strong>n, rich and po<strong>or</strong>; <strong>the</strong>n life and<br />
death, joy and s<strong>or</strong>row, learning and simplicity, silence and<br />
conversation, have <strong>the</strong>y not all come as agents, pulling at her<br />
mind in opposite ways, yet all directing her noble and generous,<br />
though haughty and impetuous, soul one way, as <strong>the</strong><br />
breeze and <strong>the</strong> rudder struggle against one ano<strong>the</strong>r, only to determine<br />
<strong>the</strong> ship's single path ? By what shall <strong>the</strong> resolution<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se contending f<strong>or</strong>ces be determined ? That rests not with<br />
man; wisdom, not philosophy, can decide. We have been engaged<br />
with events commem<strong>or</strong>ated on <strong>the</strong> 20th <strong>of</strong> January; let<br />
<strong>the</strong> reader look, and see what comes on <strong>the</strong> following day in<br />
his calendar, and he will agree it must be an imp<strong>or</strong>tant day in<br />
our little narrative.<br />
From <strong>the</strong> audience, <strong>Fabiola</strong> retired to <strong>the</strong> apartments <strong>of</strong><br />
Irene, where she found nothing but desolation and s<strong>or</strong>row. She<br />
sympathized fully with <strong>the</strong> grief around her, but she saw and<br />
felt that <strong>the</strong>re was a difference between her affliction and <strong>the</strong>irs,<br />
was a buoyancy about <strong>the</strong>m: <strong>the</strong>re was almost an exulta-<br />
tion breaking out through <strong>the</strong>ir distress; <strong>the</strong>ir clouds were sun-<br />
lit and brightened at times. Hers was a dead and sullen, a<br />
dull and heavy gloom, as if she had sustained a hopeless loss.<br />
Her search after Christianity, as associated with anything<br />
, lii.- lil.iw ti> wliifh culpriiH \vi . -f <strong>the</strong>ir pain'"<br />
..;; <strong>the</strong> legs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crucified was considered an ictus gratiosii*.<br />
* <strong>The</strong> great sewer <strong>of</strong> Home.<br />
FABTOLA; OR<br />
mniablo <strong>or</strong> intelligent; seemed at an end. Her desired teacher,<br />
<strong>or</strong> inf<strong>or</strong>mant, was gone. When <strong>the</strong> er ,1 away<br />
from <strong>the</strong> palace, ehe took if <strong>the</strong> widow and<br />
her daughters ; but, some way <strong>or</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r, she could not like <strong>the</strong><br />
:.ho loved her BJ<br />
She sat alone at home, and tried to read; she took up volume<br />
after volume <strong>of</strong> fav<strong>or</strong>ite w<strong>or</strong>ks on Death, on F<strong>or</strong>tune, on Friendship,<br />
on Virtue; and every one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m seemed insipid, unsound,<br />
and insincere. She plunged into a deeper and a<br />
melancholy, which lasted till towards evening, when she was<br />
disturbed by a letter bring put into her hand. <strong>The</strong><br />
slave, Graja, who brought it in, retired to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
room, alarmed and perplexed by what she had witnessed. F<strong>or</strong><br />
her mistress had scarcely glanced over <strong>the</strong> note, than she leapt<br />
up wildjy from her seat, threw her hair into dis<strong>or</strong>der with her<br />
hands, which she pressed, as in agony, on her temples, stood<br />
thus f<strong>or</strong> a moment, looking up with' an unnatural stare in her<br />
eyes, and <strong>the</strong>n sank heavily down again on her chair with a<br />
deep groan. Thus she remained f<strong>or</strong> some minutes, holding<br />
<strong>the</strong> letter in both her hands, with her arms relaxed, apparently<br />
unconscious.<br />
" Who brought this letter ?" she <strong>the</strong>n asked, quite collected.<br />
"A soldier, madam," answered <strong>the</strong> maid.<br />
" Ask him to come here."<br />
While her errand was being delivered, she composed herself,<br />
and ga<strong>the</strong>red up her hair. As soon as <strong>the</strong> soldier appeared she<br />
held this brief dialogue :<br />
" Whence do you come ?"<br />
"I am on guard at <strong>the</strong> Tulliau prison."<br />
" Who gave you <strong>the</strong> letter ?"<br />
"<strong>The</strong> Lady Agnes herself."<br />
" On what cause is <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> child <strong>the</strong>re ?"<br />
" On <strong>the</strong> accusation <strong>of</strong> a man named Fulvius, f<strong>or</strong> being a<br />
Christian."<br />
" F<strong>or</strong> nothing else ?"<br />
" F<strong>or</strong> nothing, I am sure."<br />
" <strong>The</strong>n we shall soon set that matter right.<br />
ness to <strong>the</strong> contrary.<br />
I can give wit-<br />
Tell her I will come presently; and take<br />
this f<strong>or</strong> your trouble. "<br />
<strong>The</strong> soldier retired, and <strong>Fabiola</strong> was left alone. When<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was something to do, her mind was at once energetic<br />
and concentrated, though afterwards <strong>the</strong> tenderness <strong>of</strong><br />
womanhood might display itself <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e painfully. She<br />
wrapped herself close up, proceeded alone to <strong>the</strong> prison, and<br />
was at once conducted to <strong>the</strong> separate cell, which Agnes had<br />
obtained, in consideration <strong>of</strong> her rank, backed by her parents'<br />
handsome largitions.<br />
"What is <strong>the</strong> meaning <strong>of</strong> this, Agues?" eagerly inquired<br />
<strong>Fabiola</strong>, after a warm embrace.<br />
"I was arrested a few hours ago, and brought hi<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
" And is Fulvius fool enough, as well as scoundrel, to trump<br />
up an accusation against you, which five minutes will confute ?<br />
I will go to Tertullus myself, and contradict his absurd charge. "<br />
"What charge, dearest?"<br />
"Why, that you are a Christian."<br />
" And so I am, thank God!" replied Agnes, making on her-<br />
self <strong>the</strong> sign <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cross.<br />
<strong>The</strong> announcement did not strike <strong>Fabiola</strong> like a thunderbolt,<br />
n<strong>or</strong> rouse her, n<strong>or</strong> stagger her, n<strong>or</strong> perplex her. Sebastian's<br />
death had taken all edge <strong>or</strong> heaviness from it. She had found<br />
that faith existing in what she had considered <strong>the</strong> type <strong>of</strong><br />
every manly virtue; she was not surprised to find it in her,<br />
whom she had loved as <strong>the</strong> very model <strong>of</strong> womanly perfection.<br />
<strong>The</strong> simple grandeur <strong>of</strong> that child's excellence, her guileless<br />
innocence, and unexcepting<br />
shiped. It made <strong>Fabiola</strong>'s<br />
kindness, she had almost w<strong>or</strong>-<br />
dioiculties less, it brought her<br />
problem nearer to a solution, to find two such peerless beings<br />
to be not mere chance-grown plants, but springing from <strong>the</strong><br />
same seed. She bowed her head in reverence f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> child, and<br />
asKed her, " How long have you been so?"<br />
"All my life, dear <strong>Fabiola</strong>;<br />
with my mo<strong>the</strong>r's milk."<br />
" And why<br />
I sucked <strong>the</strong> faith, as we say,<br />
did you conceal it from me?"