Naomi : $b or the last days of JerusalemWebb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
History
Naomi : $b or the last days of Jerusalem
Webb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Sieges -- Fiction
Javan had absented himself from home nearly the whole day, to Naomi's
great relief; and towards sunset she joined her uncle and his family,
and all together proceeded by the well-known path up the Mount of
Olives towards Bethany. As a proper precaution in case of Javan's
having actually discovered their intention, Amaziah took with him
several well-armed servants, and he and Theophilus were furnished
with swords and daggers. They arrived at the dwelling of their
friend, and entered as they were accustomed to do, without knocking,
leaving the armed domestics to watch at the entrance. The first
objects that met their view filled them with apprehensions that the
venerable saint had already departed, and that their farewell visit
was too late. Hannah was kneeling by the couch on which Mary was
laid; and as the door opened, she turned, and held up her finger in
token of silence. The tears were rolling down her cheeks, and sorrow
was strongly depicted in her countenance. Judith and Naomi stepped
lightly and quickly to the bedside, and Hannah drew aside the curtain
that shaded the dying Christian from the light of a lamp that was
suspended from the ceiling. Then they saw that life was not yet
extinct, but was ebbing gently and swiftly away. Judith beckoned to
her husband, and he with his son and Claudia advanced, with noiseless
steps, and they all stood silently to gaze on that form which they
perceived would ere long be seen no more on earth Mary's eyes were
closed, and the pallid hue of death was on her cheek. So motionless,
so calm she lay, that but for the deep and heavy breathing and a
slight movement of her parted lips, it might have seemed that she was
already dead. But her spirit was conscious still, and she was
praying at that moment that she might yet be spared to see her
expected and well-beloved friends, and bless them before her death;
yet her bodily senses were deadened, and she did not perceive that
her prayer was already granted.
Presently she opened her eyes, and was casting anxious look towards
the door, when she beheld all those she so ardently desired to see,
standing around her, and in a weak and faltering voice she exclaimed,
"Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace! My children, my
beloved children in the Lord, this is a blessing that I had scarcely
hoped for. The day has seemed long to me, for I knew that it must
close ere my dying eyes could look on you; and I feared this heart
would cease to beat before the time appointed for your coming. But
the Lord who has supported and blessed me all my days, has heard my
last request. Come near, that I may bless you all." They gathered
closely round her, and knelt in reverential silence, while she moved
her trembling hands, and laid them in succession on their heads.
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