only of proselytizing, and his legal punishment was
but a scourging. But the priest was not made of
the stuff that endures the whip. Humble and long-
suffering before his God, willing to inflict any torture
on his own body for the sake of the faith, he could not
submit to be flogged by the infidel. "Make sharp
thy sword, judge," he cried; "send my soul to meet
my Creator; but think not that I will suffer my body
to be lacerated with whips." And here he burst into
a flood of maledictions against Mohammed and his
religion.

The Kādy would not take upon himself the
responsibility of executing the sentence upon so
prominent a leader as Eulogius, and the priest was
accordingly brought before the privy council. One
of the body expostulated with him, and asked
why a man of sense and education should volun-
tarily run his head into peril of death; he could
understand fools and maniacs doing so, he said, but
Eulogius was of a different stamp. "Listen to me,"
he added, "I entreat you; yield for once to necessity;
retract what you said before the Kādy; say but the
word, and you shall go free." But it was too late.
Eulogius, though he preferred the position of trainer
of martyrs to setting the example himself, could not
retreat from his ground with dignity. He must go
on to the bitter end. And refusing to retract any-
thing, he was forthwith led out to execution, and
died with courage and devotion on March 11, 859. ¹

Deprived of their leader, the Christian martyrs lost
heart, and we do not hear of their mad devotion again.

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