It was soon after the burning of Rome by this wicked emperor, that Paul, the most energetic of all missionaries, after thirty years of constant service in the ministry, was put to death by beheading. Just before the end came, he wrote to Timothy these beautiful and pathetic words: "I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day."' As he bowed his head to receive the fatal stroke, we know that he could have said in very truth: "I feel my immortality o'ersweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears; and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears this truth--thou livest forever!" Before the Royal he was kingly, In the prison, noble, true; In the tempest, mighty captain Of a terror-stricken crew. Sunless days nor nights of blackness, Prison chains--tempestuous wave. Floundered ship nor deadly viper-- Feared he not the yawning grave. "God's good angel stood beside me, His I am and Him I serve," This the secret of his power-- Him from Right no power could swerve. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Ancient Apostles, by David O. McKay