In the gold was set an onyx,
graven with the monogram of Christ, a wreath, and the motto, 'Vivas
in Deo.' Marcus knelt, and pressed the seal to his forehead,
murmuring ecstatically:
'The ring of a blessed martyr!'
'I am all unworthy to wear it,' said Basil, sincerely hesitating to
replace it on his finger. 'Indeed, I will not do so until I have
spoken with the holy father.'
This resolve Marcus commended, and, with a kindly word, he went his
way. Basil worked on. To discipline his thoughts he kept murmuring,
'Vivas in Deo,' and reflecting upon the significance of the words;
for, often as he had seen them, he had never till now mused upon
their meaning. What was the life in God I Did it mean that of the
world to come? Ay, but how attain unto eternal blessedness save by
striving to anticipate on earth that perfection of hereafter? And so
was he brought again to the conclusion that, would he assure life
eternal, he must renounce all that lured him in mortality.
The brothers returning from the field at the third hour signalled to
him that for to-day he had worked enough.
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