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Come, be sensible, listen to reason; now I am going to put facts before my poor, dear, well-meaning boy. Oh that you saw things as I do! What a trouble you are to me! Here am I”—— “My dearest uncle, Jucundus,” cried Agellius, “I assure you, it is the most intense pain to me”—— “Very well, very well,” interrupted the uncle in turn, “I believe it, of course I believe it; but listen, listen.
Agellius put his hands before his eyes; and with his elbows on his knees, began moving to and fro, as if in intense pain. “I repeat what I have said,” Jucundus observed at length; “I do really think that she imagines a certain young gentleman is likely to be in trouble, and that she is determined to share the trouble with him.”
You are offering me flowers, it seems, not for a bridal wreath, but for a funeral urn.” “Is it wonderful,” said Agellius, “that the two wishes should have gone together in my heart; and that while I trusted and prayed that you might have the same Master in heaven as I have myself, I also hoped you would have the same service, the same aims, the same home upon earth?”
Then he continued, “If I were a Christian, I’d be so in earnest: else I’d be an honest heathen.” Agellius coloured somewhat, and sat down, as if under embarrassment. “I despise you,” said Juba; “you have not the pluck to be a Christian. Be consistent, and fizz upon a stake; but you’re not made of that stuff. You’re even afraid of uncle.
He learned much of the history of foreign countries, especially of Greece, of its heroes and sages, its poets and its statesmen, of Alexander, of the Syro-Macedonic empire, of the Jews, and of the series of conquests through which Rome advanced to universal dominion. To impart knowledge is as interesting as to acquire it; and Agellius was called upon to give as well as to take.
What has been your price? for what have you sold yourself? Speak, man, speak. Are you dumb as well as dement? Are you dumb, I say, are you dumb?” “O Jucundus,” cried Agellius, irritated at his own inability to express himself or hold an argument, “if you did but know what it was to have the Truth! The Christian has found the Truth, the eternal Truth, in a world of error.
Of course, he had joined himself to his sect, and he should never see him again; and how should he ever hold up his head? Well, he only hoped Agellius would not be boiled in a caldron, or roasted at a slow fire. If this were done, he positively must leave Sicca, and the most thriving trade which any man had in the whole of the Proconsulate. And then that little Callista!
The man, without any change of manner, went on to say that there was an acquaintance of his not far up the rock, who could perhaps satisfy him on the point. He said, “Follow those wild olives, though the path seems broken, and you will come to him at the nineteenth.” Agellius set out, and never was path so untrue to its own threats.
Agellius, on the other hand, when a boy of six years old, had insisted on receiving baptism; had perplexed his father by a manifestation of zeal to which the old man was a stranger; and had made the good bishop lose the corn-fleet which was starting for Italy from his importunity to learn the Catechism.
It was such a private way of passage as schoolboys know of. On getting through, Agellius found himself in a neglected garden or small close. Everything was silent about them, as if the inhabitants were away; there was a great noise in the distance, as if something unusual were going on in the heart of the town.
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