na, and
will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which
no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.'

"'He that overcometh and keepeth my words unto the end, to him will I
give power over the nations, and I will give him the morning star.'

"'He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I
will not blot his name out of the Book of Life, but I will confess his
name before my Father, and before his angels.'

"'Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and
he shall go no more out, and I will write upon him the name of my God,
and the name of the city of my God, which is New Jerusalem, which cometh
down out of heaven from my God, and I will write upon him my new name.'

"' To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me on my throne, even
as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.'"

As Marcellus spoke these words his form grew erect, his eye brightened,
and his face flushed with enthusiasm. His emotions were transmitted to
his companions, and as one by one these glorious promises fell upon
their ears they forgot for a while their sorrows in the thought of their
approaching blessedness. The New Jerusalem, the golden streets, the
palms of glory, the song of the Lamb, the face of Him who sitteth upon
the throne; all these were present to their minds.

"Marcellus," said Honorius, "you have driven away my gloom by your
words; let us, rise superior to earthly troubles. Come, brethren, lay
aside your cares. The youngest born into the kingdom puts our faith to
shame. Let us look to the joy set before us. 'For we know that if this
earthly tabernacle be destroyed we have a house not made with hands,
eternal in the heavens.'"

"Death comes nearer," he continued, "our enemies encircle us, and the
circle grows narrower. Let us die like Christians--"

"Why these gloomy forebodings?" said Marcellus. "Is death nearer to us
than it was before? Are we not safe in the Catacombs?"

"Have you not heard, then?"

"What?"

"Of the death of Chrysippus!"

"Chrysippus! dead! No--how? when?"

"The soldiers of the emperor were led down into the Catacombs by some
one who knew the way. They advanced upon the room where service was
going on. This was in the Catacombs beyond the Tiber. The brethren gave
a hasty alarm and fled. But the venerable Chrysippus, either through
extreme old age or else through desire for martyrdom, refused to fly. He
th