"More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scattered race; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace; It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly In other lands to die; And where our fathers' ashes be, Our own may never lie." _--Byron's "Hebrew Melodies."_ Meanwhile the Spanish clergy was not idle. In the synagogues, in the public squares, in the open streets they preached the Love and Gentleness of the Redeemer, and appealed by argument, and by foul invectives, to the Jews, to accept the few drops of baptismal water, and remain in their adored native land. The Jews listened with a sullen indifference to these harangues. The suffering they endured for their faith convinced them more than ever of the absurdity of that religion which could inflict such cruelties. The treatment which the "convert" Jews received at the hands of their "Christian" brethren was surely not such as could inspire them with a burning desire for a change of faith. Rather exile, separation from fond home and fonder family, rather death than adopt a faith that fattened on blood and thrived on cruelty. "Let us remain firm," they cried to cheer on one another, "strong in our faith before our God, unyielding before our foes. We will live, if we are to live, if we are to die, we will die. Yet, living or dying, our covenant let us not desecrate; let our hearts never despair, let us never forsake, not even in the darkest hour, the living God of Israel." Noble sons and daughters of Israel. Ye sainted spirits of our departed ancestors of Spain, our hearts are filled with noble pride as we recount your heroic devotion to our God-given faith. In vain we turn the leaves of Historic record to find a parallel to your unswerving homage to conviction. Time can not diminish the lustre of your self-sacrificing deeds for the cause of Israel's truths. Four hundred years have silently emptied into the interminable Ocean of Time, and still Jew and Gentile, believer and unbeliever, all who worship at the shrine of political and racial and religious liberty, name you but to bless you, and are themselves inspired to virtue by their very breathing of your sainted names and heroic deeds. At last the day for their departure arrived, August 2nd, 1492, the 9th day of _Ab. Tisha b'Ab_, 5252. The time had expired July 31, but they had implored for two days of grace, that this, their great calamity, might fall on _Tisha b'Ab_, the 9th of _Ab_, the annual day of fasting, the most calamitous day in the history of Israel. It was on that day (586 B. C.) that _Nebukadneezar_ laid the Temple of Solomon in ruins, and led the children of Israel from Palestine, as captives, to Babylon.