The martyr of the catacombs : $b a tale of ancient Rome
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"Then, Marcellus, I have but one more offer to make, and I go. It is a
last hope. I do not know whether it will be possible or not. I will try
it, however, if I can but gain your consent. It is this. You need not
abjure your faith; you need not sacrifice to the gods; you need not do
anything whatever of which you disapprove. Let the past be forgotten.
Return again, not in heart, but in outward appearance, to what you were
before. You were then a gay, lighthearted soldier, devoted to your
duties. You never took any part in any religious services. You were
seldom present in the temples. You passed your time in the camp, and
your devotions were in private. You gathered your instruction from the
books of the philosophers and not from the priests. Be all this again.
Return to your duties. Appear again in public in company with me; again
join in pleasant conversation, and devote yourself to your old pursuits.
This will be easy and pleasant to do, and it will not require anything
that is base or distasteful. The authorities will overlook your absence
and your misconduct, and if they are not willing that you should be
restored to all your former honors, then you can be placed in your
former command in your old legion. All will then be well. A little
discretion will be needed, a wise silence, an apparent return to your
former round of duties. If you remain in Rome it will be thought that
the tidings of your conversion to Christianity was wrong; if you go
abroad it will not be known."
"I do not think, Lucullus, that the plan which you propose would be
possible for many reasons. Proclamations have been made about me,
rewards have been offered for my apprehension, and above all, my last
appearance in the Coliseum before the emperor himself was sufficient to
take away all hope of pardon. Yet even if it were possible I could not
consent. My Saviour cannot be worshiped in this way. His followers must
confess him openly. 'Whosoever,' he says, 'is ashamed to confess me
before men, of him will I be ashamed before my Father and the holy
angels.' To deny him in my life or in outward appearance is precisely
the same as denying him by the formal manner which the law lays down.
This I cannot do. I love him who first loved me and gave himself for me.
My highest joy is to proclaim him before men; to die for him will be my
noblest act, and the martyr's crown my most glorious reward."
Lucullus said no more, for he found that all persuasion was useless. The
remainder of the time was passed in conversation about other things.
Marcellus did not waste these last precious hours which he passed with
his friend. Filled with gratitude for his noble and generous affection,
he sought to recompense him by making him acquainted with the highest
treasure that man can possess--the religion of Christ.
Lucullus listened to him patiently, more through friendship than
interest. Yet some, at least, of Marcellus's words were impressed upon
his memory.