Naomi : $b or the last days of JerusalemWebb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
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Naomi : $b or the last days of Jerusalem
Webb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Sieges -- Fiction
It was an unprecedented state of society, and never may the world
again behold its equal! It was civil war in its most dreadful form.
The city held within its walls many conflicting parties, and each was
animated by the most deadly feelings of hatred towards the others.
Murder and rapine prevailed in every quarter, while religious zeal
yet distinguished many individuals of each party. The blood of bulls
and goats flowed in sacrifice from the altars that still remained
uncleansed from the human gore that had been shed in the frequent
combats within the temple. None moved through the streets unarmed or
unattended; and a strong guard generally accompanied any female of
distinction who was induced to venture far from home. And yet in the
midst of all this crime and misery the wildest dissipation was
carried on. It was not only in the house of Mary of Bethezob that
feasts and revels were celebrated; the dwellings of numbers of the
rich and gay sent forth the sounds of music and of mirth as loudly
and as frequently as when Zion dwelt in peace, and none could harm
them. Such thoughtless levity appears incomprehensible; but danger
had become familiar to the inhabitants of Jerusalem, and they seemed
heedless of the scenes of bloodshed that daily met their eyes. Is it
not the same infatuation that now blinds the eyes of our
fellow-sinners around us, who walk on in a course of sin and folly,
and mark not the warnings that are vouchsafed to them by the Lord,
and dread not the destruction into which they see their companions
falling day by day?--a destruction more appalling and more lasting
than the death and the miseries inflicted by the Zealot robbers of
Jerusalem.
It was midnight before Javan returned to his father's house. When
the lawless band had been expelled from Mary's house, and driven to
their own abode in the temple courts, he was slowly proceeding
homewards, and meditating on the period when he could safely summon
the son of Gioras to enter the city, and take the lead among so many
contending parties. He hoped that the presence of Simon would put an
end to the lesser factions, and he determined to use every exertion
to prepare the way for his reception. He was engaged with these
reflections when his friend Isaac approached him, accompanied by a
stranger in the garb of a domestic. The streets were dark, but the
man carried a lamp, which threw its light on a countenance well
suited to take a part in the bloody and vindictive scenes that
characterized the time, and had already hardened the hearts of the
greatest part of the inhabitants of Jerusalem.
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