Valeria, the Martyr of the Catacombs: A Tale of Early Christian Life in Rome

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  SCENE IN THE CATACOMBS--AT THE MARTYR'S TOMB.]

  VALERIA,

  THE MARTYR OF THE CATACOMBS.

  A Tale of Early Christian Life in Rome.

  BY W.H. WITHROW, D.D.,

  _Author of "The Catacombs of Rome and their Testimony Relative to Primitive Christianity," Etc._

  "VALERIA SLEEPS IN PEACE."]

  TORONTO:

  WILLIAM BRIGGS.

  MONTREAL: C.W. COATES. HALIFAX: S.F. HUESTIS.

  THE MARTYRS IN THE CATACOMBS.

  BY CHARLES J. PETERSON.

  THEY lie all around me, countless in their number, Each martyr with his palm. No torture now can rack them: safe they slumber, Hushed in eternal calm!

  I read the rude inscriptions, written weeping, At night with hurried tears. Yet what a tale they tell! their secret keeping Through all these thousand years.

  "IN PACE." Yes, at peace. By sword, or fire, Or cross, or lictor's rod-- Virgin, or matron; youth, or gray-haired sire: For all, the peace of God.

  "IN CHRISTO." Died in Christ. Oh, tragic story! Yet, over shouts, and cries, And lion's roar, they heard the saints in glory Singing from Paradise.

  "AD DEUM." Went to God. Wide swung the portal; Dim sank the sands away; And, chanting "Alleluia," the immortal Passed to Eternal Day.

  Agnes, Cecilia! Names undying ever,-- What's C[ae]sar's gain to this? He lived for self; they for their high endeavour. His, fame; theirs, endless bliss.

  And pagan Rome herself? Her wisest teacher Could teach but how to die! Sad, hopeless emperor, echoing the Preacher, "All, all is vanity."

  He slew the martyrs. Yet, through ages crying, This noble truth they give: "Life is but birth-throes. Death itself, not dying. We pass to God--to live."

  O blessed hope! O faith that conquers sorrow! Pain, heart-break, all shall cease. They are but gateways to a glad to-morrow. "IN PACE." God is peace.

  PREFACE.

  The writer having made the early Christian Catacombs a special study forseveral years, and his larger volume on that subject having beenreceived with great favour in Great Britain, the United States, andCanada, has endeavoured in this story to give as popular an account ashe could of early Christian life and character as illustrated by theseinteresting memorials of the primitive Church. He has been especiallycareful to maintain historical accuracy in all his statements of fact,and in the filling up of details he has endeavoured to preserve thehistorical "keeping" of the picture. Persons wishing to pursue the studyof the Catacombs still further are referred to the Author's special workon that subject. See note at the end of this volume.

  W.H.W.

  THE CATACOMBS.

  BY HARRIET ANNIE WILKINS.

  "Miles after miles of graves, and not one word or sign of the gloominessor death." _Professor Jules De Launay._

  MILES after miles of graves, League after league of tombs, And not one sign of spectre Death, Waving his shadowy plumes; Hope, beautiful and bright, Spanning the arch above Faith, gentle, overcoming Faith, And Love, God's best gift, Love.

  For early Christians left Their darlings to their rest, As mothers leave their little ones When the sun gilds the west; No mourning robes of black, No crape upon the doors, For the victorious palm-bearers, Who tread the golden floors.

  Arrayed in garments white, No mournful dirges pealing, Bearing green branches in their hands, Around the tomb they're kneeling; This was their marching song, "By death we are not holden;" And this their glorious funeral hymn, "Jerusalem the golden."

  Beautiful girls sleep there, Waiting the Bridegroom's call. Each lamp is burning brilliantly, While the bright shadows fall; And baby martyrs passed Straight to the great I AM, While sturdier soldiers carved o'er each, "VICTOR, GOD'S LITTLE LAMB."

  Miles after miles of graves, League after league of tombs, The cross upon each conqueror's brow Light up the catacombs; "'Tis in this sign we conquer." Sounds on the blood-stained track; "'Tis in this sign we conquer," We gladly answer back.