Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
"The fault of the Jewish religion is that it makes too little of this
world," said the Princess. "It has no divine patron for the arts; no
Melpomene to inspire the song, no Terpsichore to stir the dance, no
Ares for war, and no Aphrodite to teach us how to love. I don't believe
that our fair hostess, who lies so solemnly there, has yet learned how
to commune with Aphrodite. I will pray that our happy goddess touch
her lips and make them itch for kisses, before the crow's feet make
their marks at her eyelids, as they soon will do if she insists on such
mannish escapades as she has been having. What shafts from Cupid's
quiver those black eyes could shoot, my fair Berenice! I shall warn all
my lovers to beware of you ere you learn your power."
"I fear that just now we need to consult the war god," said Berenice.
"Think you that Ares had gone wooing the day of the battle in the Wady?
Or did it please his godship to lend his sword to the Maccabæan rebels
rather than to Apollonius?"
"Quick! the Princess is fainting. A little wine, my dear. The death of
her kinsman went to her heart. That was a cruel thing for Berenice to
say," exclaimed Lydia, bending over her friend.
"I am better now," responded Helena in a moment. "My dear kinsman,
Apollonius, taught me to bear misfortune. It was his motto, 'Forget
the dead, except to emulate their virtues.' As he braved death, I must
brave my bereavement. I believe with Plato--do you not? that the soul
is immortal. Then Apollonius lives. Perhaps I shall see him again." She
hid her face in the cushions.
"Apollonius' death will be quickly avenged," cried Cynthia. "Already
my husband, Seron, has been called to lead the new army, and at one
blow he will utterly extirpate those Jewish beasts. All save Jerusalem,
from the Great Sea to Jordan, is to be swept with sword. The King has
put into my Seron's hand all the forces in Syria; and following them is
a great multitude of colonists from the north, who are to settle the
lands."
"Where is Seron now?" asked Berenice.
"This letter came to me but three hours since," replied Cynthia. "Let
me read:
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