‘The soldiers took up the four nobles, and carried them from the plain
up the hill-side to Fàravòhitra, to a place on the highest part of the
hill. As they were carried along they kept on with their hymn-singing.
Thus they sang until they reached the spot where four piles of firewood
were built up. They were then fastened to stakes in the centre of the
piles above the wood. When the piles were kindled, and the flames
were rising round them, they prayed and praised the Lord. Among the
utterances then heard by those standing near were: “Lord Jesus, receive
our spirits--lay not this sin to their charge”; and, as if the visions
of the future triumphs of the Lord were given to their departing
spirits, one was heard to exclaim: “His name, His praise, shall endure
for ever and ever.”’
One of the four burned was a woman, Ramàrindàlana, the wife of
Andrìampanìry, who was a preacher at Fìarènana, West Vònizòngo.
The condition of this poor woman failed to move the hearts of her
persecutors. She was about to become a mother, and actually gave birth
to a child in the flames which consumed her and her offspring. Truly
‘the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.’
‘Once, if not more than once, the falling rain extinguished the fire,
which was rekindled; and to one of the sufferers (as we have said) the
pains of maternity were added to those of the flames. While they were
thus suffering, a large and triple rainbow--the sign of God’s promise
and faithfulness--stretched across the heavens, one end seeming to
rest upon the spot whence the martyrs’ spirits were departing. Some of
the spectators, to whom the phenomenon appeared supernatural, fled in
terror. One friend, who faithfully remained to the end, records of the
martyrs: “They prayed as long as they had life. Then they died; but
softly, gently. Indeed, gentle was the going forth of their life, and
astonished were all the people around that beheld the burning of them
there[12].”’
The names of the four martyrs burned at Fàravòhitra were Ràmitràha,
Andrìantsiàmba, Andrìampanìry and Ramànandàlana his wife.
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