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O my Lord, spare me!” and he sank upon the ground in a collapse of misery. Jucundus was touched, and still more alarmed. “Come, come, my boy,” he said, “you will rouse the whole neighbourhood. Give over; be a man; all will be right. She’s not in any hole at all, but in a decent lodging. And you shall see her, and console her, and all will be right.”
“But it isn’t true,” cried Agellius with great vehemence; “it’s not true.... If she really is not a Christian, O my dear Lord, surely they won’t put her to death as if she was?” “But if she has made up her mind to be in the same boat with you, and will be a Christian while you are a Christian, what on earth can we do, Agellius?” asked Jucundus. “You have the whole matter in a nutshell.”
Jucundus was hot-tempered, but easily pacified; and he really did wish to be on confidential terms with his nephew at the present crisis; so he caught at his apology. “Now you speak like a reasonable fellow, Agellius,” he answered. “Certainly, I will speak to Aristo, as you wish; and on this question of consuetudo or prescription. Well, don’t begin looking queer again.
Such was the plan of proceedings resolved on by Jucundus before he received the news of his nephew’s serious malady.
“I was on my way to Jucundus,” he answered, “and have been delayed by the Succoth-benoth in the grove across the river.” Here they were thrown back upon their controversy. Agellius turned quite white. “My poor fellow,” he said, “what were you there for?” “To see the world,” answered Juba; “it’s unmanly not to see it. Why shouldn’t I see it? It was good fun. I despise them all, fools and idiots.
Next morning, as Jucundus was dusting and polishing his statues and other articles of taste and devotion, supplying the gaps in their ranks, and grouping a number of new ones which had come in from his workmen, Juba strutted into the shop, and indulged himself from time to time in an inward laugh or snigger at the various specimens of idolatry which grinned or frowned or frisked or languished on all sides of him.
Catch the ringleaders, I say; make examples. The foxes escape, and our poor ganders suffer!” Aristo, pierced with his own misery, had no heart or head to enter into the semi-political ideas of Jucundus, who continued,— “Yes, it’s no good. The empire’s coming to pieces, mark my words! I told you so, if those beasts were let alone. They have been let alone. Remedies are too late.
Jucundus gave it as his opinion that it was a very great mistake to strike at any but the leaders of the Christian sect; he quoted the story of King Tarquin and the poppies, and assured the great man that it was what he had always said and always prophesied, and that, depend upon it, it was a great mistake not to catch Cyprianus.
“I’ll give him the stick worse than Rupilius, if he does not,” said Arnobius. “A bargain,” cried Jucundus; and, waving his hand to them, he stept through the city gate, and they returned to their afternoon amusements. Agellius is busily employed upon his farm.
I’m not African certainly, not Punic, not Libophœnician, not Canaanite, not Numidian, not Gætulian. I’m half Greek, but what the other half is I don’t know. My good old gaffer, you’re one of the old world. I believe nothing. Who can? There is such a racket and whirl of religions on all sides of me that I am sick of the subject.” “Ah, the rising generation!” groaned Jucundus; “you young men!
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