Fabiola: Or, The Church of the Catacombs

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P. O'Shea, 1880 - Church history - 488 pages
 

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This old book I must have read outloud to my family 3 times at their request. It truely is a pearl lost in the sands of time.
It explains much of what all Catholics or Christians for that matter
should know of their Faith.
It is with great pleasure that I had the opportunity to write a review of this most effacacious book.
 

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Page 51 - Servants, be subject to your masters with all fear ; not only to the good and gentle, but also to the froward.
Page 237 - Indeed the Lord is in this place, and I knew it not. And trembling he said : How terrible is this place ! this is no other but the house of God, and the gate of heaven.
Page 145 - I say to you, Love your enemies: do good to them that hate you : and pray for them that persecute and calumniate you : That you may be the children of your Father who is in heaven, who maketh his sun to rise upon the good, and bad, and raineth upon the just and the unjust.
Page 355 - ... and fell. The arteries of the neck had been severed, and the slumber of martyrdom at once settled on his eyelids. His blood softened, brightened, enriched, and blended inseparably with that of his father, which Lucina had hung about his neck. The mother's sacrifice had been accepted.
Page 353 - For an instant there was dead silence; the multitude seemed softened, won. The graceful form of the gallant youth, .his now inspired countenance, the thrilling music of his voice, the intrepidity of his speech, and his generous self-devotion to his cause, had wrought upon that cowardly herd. Pancratius felt it, and his heart quailed before their mercy more than before their rage; he had promised himself heaven that day; was he to be disappointed? Tears started into his eyes, as stretching forth his...
Page 27 - She paused, as faltering ; but an imperious gesture from her mistress bade her continue : " Then I put it to your own judgment whether a poor slave who holds an unquenchable consciousness of possessing within her a spiritual and living intelligence, whose measure of existence is immortality, whose only true place of dwelling is above the skies, whose only rightful prototype is the Deity, can hold herself inferior in moral dignity, or lower in greatness of thought, than one who, however gifted, owns...
Page 182 - They sometimes go quite straight to a great length ; but they are crossed by others, and these again by others, so as to form a complete labyrinth or net-work of subterranean corridors. To be lost among them would easily be fatal.
Page 7 - Did the mother's heart flutter more than usual, as from a first anxiety, or was there a softer solicitude dimming her eye, that the youth should seize her hand and put it tenderly to his lips, while he thus replied: "Fear nothing, mother most beloved, your son has done nothing that may give you pain. Only say, do you wish to hear all that has befallen me to-day, or only the cause of my late return home?" "Tell me all, dear Pancratius," she answered; "nothing that concerns you can be indifferent to...
Page 27 - ... the four winds of heaven, and make each give back every grain of my dust that it has scattered ; and I shall be built up once more in this my body, not as yours, or any one's, bondwoman, but free, and joyful, and glorious, loving for ever, and beloved. This certain hope is laid up in my bosom.
Page 182 - A catacomb may be divided into three parts, its passages or streets, its chambers or squares, and its churches. The passages are long narrow galleries, cut with tolerable regularity, so that the roof and floor are at right angles with the sides, often so narrow as scarcely to allow two persons to go abreast. They sometimes run quite straight to a great...

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