Mother and Son

Per universas Africae terra provincias, uno tempore, tortores crudelissimas destinare, et nulla remansisset domus et locus ubi fuisset ejulatus et luctus, ut nulli aetati, nulli parceretur sexui, nisi illis qui eorum succumberent voluntati. Hos fustibus, illos suspendio, alios ignibus concremabant. Mulieres veri et praecipue nobiles, contra iura naturae, nudas omnino in facie publica cruciabant. Ex quibus unam nostram Dionysia cursim ac breviter nominabo. Cum viderent eam non solum audacem esse, sed etiam matronis caeteris pulchiorem, ipssam primo nisi sunt fustibus exspoliatem appetere. Quae cum pateretur, diceretque de Domino suo secura: Qualiter libet cruciare, verecunda tamen membra nolite nudare; amplius illi magis furentes, celsiori loco vestimentis exutam constituunt, spectaculum eam omnibus facientes. Quae inter ictus virgarum, dum rivuli sanguinis toto iam corpore fluitarent, libera voce dicebat: Ministri diaboli, quod ad opprobrium meum facere computatis, ipsa laus mea est; et quia erat Scripturarum divinarum scientia plena, aptatis arctata poenis, et ipsa iam martyr, alios ad martyrium confortabat. Quae suo sancto exemplo pene universam suam patriam liberavit. Quae cum suum unicum filium, admodum adhuc tenerae aetatis et delicatum, timore poenarum formidolosum conspiceret, verberans eum nutibus oculorum, et increpans auctoritate materna, ita confortavit, ut matre multo fortior redderetur. Cui inter crudelia verbera constituto ita dicebat: Memento, fili mi, quia in nomine Trinitatis in matre Ecclesia catholica baptizati sumus. Non perdamus indumentum nostrae salutis, ne veniens invitator vestem non inveniat nuptialem, et dicat ministris: Mittite in tenebras exteriores, ubi erit fletus oculorum, et stridor dentium. Illa, fili, poena timenda est quae nunquam finitur; illa desideranda vita quae semper habetur. Talibus itaque filium solidans verbis, velociter martyrem fecit. Venerabilis vero adolescens, Majoricus nomine, in certamine confessionis spiritum reddens, cursum palmiferum consummavit; amplexansque illa hostiam suam, quantis potuit vocibus Domino gratias agens, ad gaudium spei futurae, in sua domo maluit sepelire; ut quotiens super sepulcrum eius Trinitati preces effundit, alienam se a filio numquam esse confidat.  Victor Vitensis, Historia Persecutionis Africae Provinciae, Lib V

At the same time through the whole province of Africa cruel tortures were commanded and no house nor open space was without cries and tears, for neither age nor sex was spared unless they succumbed of their own will to become Arian. Some were beaten with clubs, some hung, others were burnt with fire. Noble women, against the law of nature, were stripped naked and crucified in public. Of these I will quickly describe Dionysia. When they saw her not only to be bold be also as the most beautiful among the other women, they struck her first with the clubs. When she had suffered and then spoke of her confidence in the Lord, that she was ready to be crucified but that she was unwilling to expose her body, so she enraged them all the more and they stripped her of her garments forthwith to make her a spectacle to everyone. She, between the renewed blows of the sticks, with streams of blood flowing over her body, said with a clear voice, ' Ministers of the devil, though you reckon to disgrace me, this is my glory.' Because she was full of the knowledge of the divine scriptures, suffering in her body, already a martyr, she fortified others for martyrdom. She liberated her whole fatherland with her holy example. Her only son, who was still at a tender and delicate and who looked on the formidable punishments with fear, the beatings paining his eyes, she addressed with the authority of a mother, that he should be brave and that he would prove much stronger than his mother. When he had been given over to the beatings, she said, ' Remember, my son, in the name of the Trinity by the mother of the Catholic Church we were baptized. Let us not lose the garment of our salvation, lest when the inviter comes he finds not the garment and he says to his servants, Send this one out into the darkness, where there is the weeping of eyes and the grinding of teeth. That fearful punishment never ends; so the life eternal desire to have.' With such words she encouraged her son and he swiftly came to martyrdom. He was a noble young man, by the name of Majoricus, in the struggle of persecution giving up this soul and swiftly seizing the palm of victory. Embracing her sacrifice the mother gave many thanks to God and for the joy of future hope she chose to bury him in her own house, so that often upon this tomb she could pray to the Trinity, confidant that she would never be apart from her child. Victor Vitensis, History of the Persecutuion of the African Province, Book 5