ou are right, Marcellus. Your faith puts my fear to shame. How can
those who live in the Catacombs be afraid of death? It is but a
momentary gloom and it will pass. But this day we have heard much to
distress our hearts and fill our spirits with dismay."

"Alas," continued Honorius in a mournful voice, "how are the people
scattered and the Churches left desolate! But a few months ago and there
were fifty Christian churches within this city where the light of truth
shone, and the sound of prayer and praise ascended to the Most High. Now
they are overthrown, the people dispersed, and driven out of the sight
of men."

He paused, overcome by emotion, and then in a low and plaintive voice he
repeated the mournful words of the eightieth psalm:

"How long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy people?
Thou feedest them with the bread of tears;
And givest them tears to drink in great measure.
Thou makest us a strife unto our neighbors;
And our enemies laugh among themselves.
Turn us again, O God of hosts,
And cause thy face to shine,
And we shall be saved.
Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt;
Thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it.
Thou preparedst room before it,
And didst cause it to take deep root,
And it filled the land.
The hills were covered with the shadow of it,
And the boughs thereof were like goodly cedars.
She sent out her boughs to the sea,
And her branches unto the river.
Why hast thou broken down her hedges,
So that all who pass by the way do pluck her?
The boar out of the wood doth waste it,
And the wild beast of the field doth devour it.
Return, we beseech thee, O God of hosts,
Look down from heaven, and behold, and visit this vine.
And the vineyard which thy right hand planted,
And the branch which thou madest strong for thyself.
It is burned with fire, it is cut down;
They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance."

"You are sad, Honorius," said Marcellus. "Our sufferings, it is true,
increase upon us; but we can be more than conquerors through Him who
loved us. What says he--"

"'To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life which is
in the midst of the Paradise of God.'

"'Be thou faithful unto death and I will give thee a crown of life. He
that overcometh shall not be hurt of the second death.'

"'To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden man