“Forth from the heathen ranks she stepped

The forfeit throne to claim

Of Christian souls who had not kept

Their birthright and their name.

“Grace formed her out of sinful dust;

She knelt a soul defiled;

She rose in all the faith and trust

And sweetness of a child.

“And in the freshness of that love

She preached by word and deed,

The mysteries of the world above—

Her new-found glorious creed.

“And running, in a little hour,

Of life the course complete,

She reached the throne of endless power,

And sits at Jesus’ feet.

“Her spirit there, her body here,

Make one the earth and sky;

We use her name, we touch her bier,

We know her God is nigh.”

The last sentiment of the yet unfinished hymn was receiving an answer while they sang it. Juba had been brought into the chapel in the hands of his brother and the exorcists. Since he had been under their care, he had been, on the whole, calm and manageable, with intervals of wild tempest and mad terror. He spoke, at times, of an awful incubus weighing on his chest, which he could not throw off, and said he hoped that they would not think all the blasphemies he uttered were his own. On this occasion, he struggled most violently, and shook with distress; and, as they brought him towards the sacred relics, a thick, cold dew stood upon his brow, and his features shrank and collapsed. He held back, and exerted himself with all his might to escape, foaming at the mouth, and from time to time uttering loud shrieks and horrible words, which disturbed, though they could not interrupt, the hymn. His bearers persevered; they brought him close to Callista, and made him touch her feet with his hands. Immediately he screamed fearfully, and was sent up into the air with such force that he seemed discharged from some engine of war: then he fell back upon the earth apparently lifeless.

The long prayer was ended; the Sursum corda was uttered. Juba raised himself from the ground. When the words of consecration had been said, he adored with the faithful. After the mass, his attendants came to him; he was quite changed; he was quiet, harmless, and silent: the evil spirit had gone out; but he was an idiot.