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The fourth year of Claudius the emperor, Peter came to Rome, and sat there twenty-five years, and ordained two bishops as his helpers, Linus and Cletus, one within the walls, and that other without. He entended much to preaching of the Word of God, by which he converted much people to the faith of Christ, and healed many sick men, and in his preaching always he praised and preferred chastity.

Now just when Linus came of age, his uncle had fallen sick and found himself near his end; he had accustomed Linus to the knowledge of his riches, and had made him understand that his wealth was not only for show and pleasure, but was to be used generously and wisely, to help the humble and poor; and this in his last days was much in his thoughts and often on his lips though he concealed his coming death from Linus, until at last the boy was roused at night to take leave of his uncle, who had been both father and mother to him; and the dying man's last words had been a prayer for the boy that he might be pure and loving; and then he had sighed and turning to Linus he took his hand and kissed it, and said, "Remember"; and then with another sigh had died, quietly as he had lived; and the boy had known what he meant him to keep in mind, and that it was a charge to him to be careful and generous.

I told her that my father was a great musician who could master the most difficult things at the first hearing." "The most difficult! Hm... that depends," said the old man. "Did she show it you?" "No; it is something in the style of Linus and she sang it to us." "The daughter of the rich Porphyrius sang for your entertainment? Yours?" said Karnis laughing. "By Sirius!

I told her that my father was a great musician who could master the most difficult things at the first hearing." "The most difficult! Hm . . . that depends," said the old man. "Did she show it you?" "No; it is something in the style of Linus and she sang it to us." "The daughter of the rich Porphyrius sang for your entertainment? Yours?" said Karnis laughing. "By Sirius!

Linus S. Everett, dated Fort Sclusser, 29th December, 1823. Respected and dear friend, I hasten, with much pleasure, to comply with your request, in regard to the affair at the Devil's Hole. I have often wondered that no authentic account has ever been given of that bloody and tragical scene. I have made all the inquiries that appear to be of any use, and proceed to give you the result.

"If thou, to whom no one has confided care over me, sayest that thou wilt not leave me to destruction, how canst thou wish me to leave my flock in the day of disaster? When there was a storm on the lake, and we were terrified in heart, He did not desert us; why should I, a servant, not follow my Master's example?" Then Linus raised his emaciated face and inquired,

He made serpents of brass to move, and made the images of iron and of stone to laugh, and dogs to sing, and as St. Linus saith, he would dispute with St. Peter and show, at a day assigned, that he was God. And Peter came to the place where the strife should be, and said to them that were there: Peace to you brethren that love truth.

At last he told her how he had rushed in from Antium; had searched for her at the walls, in the smoke at the house of Linus; how he had suffered and was terrified; how much he had endured before the Apostle had shown him her retreat. "But now," said he, "that I have found thee, I will not leave thee near fire and raging crowds.

Urania is credited in mythology with the motherhood of two sons Linus, her offspring by Amphimacus, who was a son of Poseidon, and Hymenaeus, her offspring by Apollo. He is careful however to say that he does not mean the Muse Urania, but the spirit of 'Celestial Song, sister of Eternal Wisdom, both of them well-pleasing to the 'Almighty Father. Thus far for Urania the Muse.

"This is a very strange thing," said Linus faltering. "Who would have supposed there was a room in there? I had thought it gave upon the street." "There are hidden rooms everywhere," said Dion; "but I see that you are not satisfied; you may go in and look closer; you cannot interrupt him who writes; he has no eyes but for his task and no one here will notice you."