Soon the rays of light ceased to shine through the crevices of the outer shutters, and sleep descended upon the quarter of the Jews.

Still the scene in the vision changed not.

After a long stillness a clear young voice was heard speaking.
"Lord, if it be Thy will that I die, grant that I may bear all in Thy name, grant that I, unworthy, may endure in this body the punishments due to me in spirit for my sins.

And if it be Thy will that I live, let my life be used also for Thy glory." The voice ceased and the cloud of passing time descended upon the vision and was lifted again and again.

And each time the same voice was heard and the sound of torturing blows, but the voice of the boy was weaker every night, though it was not less brave.
"I believe," it said, always.