The Lives of the Saints, Volume 02 (of 16): FebruaryBaring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Religion
The Lives of the Saints, Volume 02 (of 16): February
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Christian saints
suddenly cried out, "Where then is my little Ignatius?" The mother
held him up, exclaiming, "Here he is, my father, ready and glad to die
for Jesus;" and then addressing the infant, she bade him ask the
blessing of the good father, who in the waters of baptism had
conferred upon him a spiritual life infinitely more precious than that
which he was now about to forfeit for his God. Instantly the little
creature fell upon his knees, joining his tiny hands together, as if
he would supplicate the blessing of the father. So touching in its
simplicity was this little scene, that the crowd, already interested
by the movement of the mother, now broke into such open murmurs of
compassion, that the officers were obliged to proceed at once with the
execution, in order to prevent the possibility of an attempt at a
rescue. Two or three heads had already fallen close by the child's
side, and now his mother's followed; yet it was observed that he
neither shrank nor changed colour, but his turn being next, he fell
upon his knees, loosened (for there was no one to do the office for
him) with his infant but untrembling fingers the collar that would
have impeded the aim of the executioner, and without a cry or murmur
submitted to the sword.
The remaining victims were speedily despatched; and their heads having
been placed opposite to such of their companions as were to die at the
stakes, fire was set to the piles of wood by which the latter were
surrounded. With the usual diabolical ingenuity of the Japanese
pagans, the faggots had been placed full five-and-twenty feet from the
stakes; and whenever the fire was seen to gain too fast upon its
victims, water was cast upon it, that inch by inch they might taste
the full agony of the sentence to which they had been condemned. Many
of them died from the mere effects of the heated atmosphere;--among
others, Father Rimura, a Japanese priest, after having lived for full
three hours in the midst of the flames; and Father Spinola also, whose
body was afterwards found unburnt, and wrapped in his cassock, which
was literally glued to the flesh by the combined action of the heat
and of the water which had been cast upon his person.
Terrible beyond expression as their sufferings must have been, two
only of this heroic company showed the slightest symptoms of being
even conscious of its anguish. Both were Japanese, and very young; and
both simultaneously, and as if from an absolute physical inability to
endure such frightful torture any longer, rushed out of the flames,
and threw themselves at the feet of the governor, imploring his mercy.
They did not, however, ask for life; they asked only for an easier and
quicker death. But, poor as the boon was, it was denied them, save
upon the condition of apostasy, which they would not accept; and again
they were flung back into the flames.
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