Hebrew Heroes: A Tale Founded on Jewish HistoryA. L. O. E.
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Hebrew Heroes: A Tale Founded on Jewish History
A. L. O. E.
Bible. Old Testament -- Fiction; Biographical fiction; Jews -- History -- Fiction; Judas Maccabaeus (Judah Maccabee, יהודה המכבי)
Zarah found that her residence in her new home would be but a brief
one, and that she was likely to return to Jerusalem far sooner than she
could have anticipated when she had set out on her night journey so
short a time before. Rachel--a woman who, though well stricken in
years, had lost none of the energy and enthusiasm of youth--was filled
with triumphant joy at the victory of Bethsura, and declared to Zarah
her intention of starting for the city in advance of the army.
"I have a vow upon me--a solemn vow," said the old Jewess to the
maiden. "Long have I mourned over the desolation of Zion; and I have
promised to the Lord that if ever holy sacrifices should again be
offered up in the Temple at Jerusalem, my heifer, my fair white heifer,
should be the first peace-offering. I have vowed also to go up myself
to the holy city, and make there with my own hands wafers anointed with
oil, to eat with the sacrifice of thanksgiving. The time for keeping
my vow has arrived. We will go up together, my daughter, and my
bondsman shall drive the white heifer before us. My soul cannot depart
in peace till I have looked upon the sanctuary in which my ancestors
worshipped, and with a thankful heart have performed this my vow to the
Lord."
Zarah made no opposition to the wishes of her relative, which, indeed,
coincided with her own. Arrangements for the proposed journey were
speedily made. The horse-litter in which Zarah had travelled to
Bethsura would avail for the accommodation of both the ladies on her
return to the city. The faithful Joab would resume his office of
attendant, and Anna join company with the handmaidens of Rachel. It
was under joyful auspices that the travellers would set forth on their
way to the city of David.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
THE VICTOR'S RETURN.
Is there a more glorious, a more soul-stirring sight than that of a
brave nation bursting from foreign bondage, casting from her the chains
that bound and the sackcloth that covered her, rising victorious and
free--free to worship the one God in purity and truth? Even so, when
the shadow of the eclipse is over, the moon bursts forth into
brightness, to shine again in beauty in the firmament of heaven.
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