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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Should I shrink from dying for Jesus, after seeing my Raniva go to Him in a chariot of fire? But I stand not alone. My wife claims my support, and my little boy." While he was speaking, it was seen that a few of the hunters, as well as one or two inhabitants of the village, rose quietly and left the place.
"Cease to pray to Jesus!" he exclaimed, while the fire of enthusiasm gleamed in his eyes "to Jesus who saved my Raniva, and who holds out His blessed hands to me even me to take me to Himself? Never!"
The unfortunate poet, Razafil, also fell in with the wonderful allegory in that cave for the first time, and it helped in no small degree to turn his mind from brooding over the fate of his dear martyred daughter Raniva. His mind was quicker than that of the chief to perceive the grand truths which underlie the story, and he was not a little comforted.
Things would have been even worse, for the English missionary has left Antananarivo, but Prince Rakota remains our friend. Still, he cannot save every one. He could not save my Raniva!
Then, glancing upwards, and in a voice of extreme tenderness, he said, "Now, my sweet Raniva, I will soon join you!" "Ramatoa which is she?" said the officer, as his men removed the fetters from the poet and fastened his wrists with a cord. Ramatoa at once rose up. "I am ready," she said, calmly. "Now, Ra-Ruth, the Master calls me. Fear not what man can do unto thee."
They led her to the place of execution; they tied her to a stake and kindled the fire about her beautiful limbs, my little child, Raniva! I saw the skin upon her flesh blacken and crack and blaze. But she sang! sang loud and clear! I would have rushed into the fire to her but they held me back four strong men held me!
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