On inquiring of his friend for information about the last days of his uncle, who had long been dead, Prudentius replied, "Yes: hearing he was ill, my father, being a relative, went to visit him, and afford him the last consolation of religion; but Gaius made no sign, and, turning his face to the wall, so died." "The pontiff Coecus: what ending did he make?" asked Jovinian. "He lived to a great age, and, when Julian attempted to overthrow the Christian Church, he openly advocated the restoration of the heathen temples; but, finding that his plans were unsuccessful, he took poison and so died, and went to his place," answered Prudentius. "But the harm he has done lived after him," observed Jovinian; and he then recounted to his friend the knowledge he had gained of the plans of the pontiffs for the destruction of religion. Many days passed by; and the more Jovinian saw of the state of things in Rome, the more convinced he was that those plans had been fearfully successful. The Bishop, Liberius, was declining rapidly, and great excitement prevailed among those who would take part in the election of his successor. A fresh candidate had appeared, in the person of Ursinus--a man of considerable influence in Rome, who had lately become a deacon, but who was in no way distinguished for his Christian virtues. Jovinian and Prudentius had together been visiting some of the churches, and were returning with heavy hearts at what they saw, when they met Juventius, the city prefect. "The Bishop Liberius can live but a few hours longer," observed the prefect. "I feel greatly anxious as to what may happen. Armed men are collecting from all quarters, and repairing, some to the residence of Damasus and others to that of Ursinus; and I much fear that the rival factions will resort to force instead of waiting the result of a legal election." "Can these men believe themselves to be ministers of our holy Religion, followers of Him who exhorted His disciples to love one another, to refrain from violence, and do all the good they can to their fellow-creatures?" exclaimed Prudentius. "Alas, alas! how do they differ from those who in the early ages gained the love and respect even of the heathen!" As they were speaking, a man rushed past them, crying as he ran, "The bishop is dead! the bishop is dead!" "Then I must summon my guards to preserve order," observed Juventius, hurrying off. "Can the prefect possibly fear that those who are desirous of becoming the leaders of Christ's flock should resort to force of arms?" exclaimed Jovinian. "He has observed what has been taking place in the city for some days past, since the illness of Liberius became known, and he considers the temporal value of the post the candidates are seeking," answered Prudentius. "If we wish to avoid the risk of getting entangled among the mob, it would be wise to return home."