Valeria, the Martyr of the Catacombs: A Tale of Early Christian Life in Rome

Valeria, the Martyr of the Catacombs: A Tale of Early Christian Life in Rome

The writer having made the early Christian Catacombs a special study for several years, and his larger volume on that subject having been received with great favour in Great Britain, the United States, and Canada, has endeavoured in this story to give as popular an account as he could of early Christian life and character as illustrated by these interesting memorials of the primitive Church. He has been especially careful to maintain historical accuracy in all his statements of fact, and in the filling up of details he has endeavoured to preserve the historical "keeping" of the picture. Persons wishing to pursue the study of the Catacombs still further are referred to the Author's special work on that subject. See note at the end of this volume. W.H.W. BY HARRIET ANNIE WILKINS. "Miles after miles of graves, and not one word or sign of the gloominess or death."Professor Jules De Launay. THE APPIAN WAY. On a bright spring morning in the year of our Lord 303it was in the "Ides of March," about the middle of the month, but the air was balmy as that of June in our northern climetwo note-worthy-looking men were riding along the famous Appian Way, near the city of Rome The elder of the two, a man of large size and of mighty thews and sinews, was mounted on a strong and richly-caparisoned horse. He wore the armour of a Roman centuriona lorica or cuirass, made of plates of bronze, fastened to a flexible body of leather; and cothurni, or a sort of laced boots, leaching to mid-leg. On his back hung his round embossed shield; by his side, in its sheath, his short, straight sword, and on his head was a burnished helmet, with a sweeping horsehair crest. His face was bronzed with the sun of many climes. But when, for a moment, he removed his helmet to cool his brow, one saw that his forehead was high and white. His hair curled close to his head, except where it was worn bare at his temples by the chafing of his helmet, and was already streaked with grey, although he looked not more than five-and forty years of age. Yet the eagle glance of his eye was undimmed, and his firm-set muscles, the haughty expression of his countenance, and the high courage of his bearing, gave evidence that his natural strength was not abated. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 33484
Author: Withrow, W. H. (William Henry)
Release Date: Aug 22, 2010
Format: eBook
Language: English