martyrs, almighty Monarch, save me, Jesu my Saviour. Jesu, most
beautiful, have mercy on him who cries to Thee, Saviour Jesu.
Born of prayer Jesu, all thy saints, all thy prophets, save and
find them worthy of the joys of heaven. Jesu, lover of men."
Then he stopped, drew breath, crossed himself, bowed to the
ground, and every one did the same--the inspector, the warders,
the prisoners; and from above the clinking of the chains sounded
more unintermittently. Then he continued: "Of angels the Creator