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
Oh! uphold him with thy right hand, that his footsteps
slide not; and whether in life or in death, may he glorify thee, and
confess thy name; that so, if thou seest fit to take him from us
here, it may be our blessed privilege to meet him again before thy
throne, as one who has confessed thee before men, and whom thou wilt
confess before thy Father in heaven."
"Amen, amen," responded Judith fervently, while tears coursed down
her wan and woe-worn cheeks, and sobs burst from her troubled breast.
"Let my son be safe in thy everlasting arms for eternity--and teach
this rebellious heart to resign him cheerfully to thee, from whom the
blessing came!"
Pale and motionless Claudia remained, until Naomi and Judith rose
from their knees. She could not bow down with them, and join in a
prayer that breathed a spirit so contrary to the action into which
she had just been betrayed. She would have given worlds to recall
the fatal letter. She now felt convinced that its only result would
be to lower her in the opinion of Theophilus, and perhaps to destroy
his affection for her. She ceased to imagine that her arguments and
persuasions would shake the resolution that was founded on so pure a
faith, and strengthened by the prayers of those who were ready to
sacrifice so much from love to the Saviour, and regard to the honour
of his name.
"Come hither, my daughter," said Judith, in a voice of tender
commiseration, as she looked on her agitated countenance; "come
hither, and learn to take comfort from the Source where I have sought
and found it. Your trial is heavy indeed: perhaps it is even harder
for you to bear this affliction than for me; for I shall yet, by
God's mercy, have an affectionate and beloved husband to share my
sorrows; and you, my poor Claudia, you will, alas! be very desolate.
Nevertheless, there is one Comforter who will never leave you. That
'Friend who sticketh closer than a brother' is ever near to support
and strengthen you; and leaning on his Almighty arm, you may bear
even the coming hour without repining."
Claudia threw herself into the arms of Judith, and exclaimed, "I have
cast off that friend! Oh! my mother, I have been a traitor to Him,
and he will sustain me no longer."
"My child," replied Judith, "grief has caused your reason to forsake
you. Why do you utter such dreadful words? How can you have cast
off the Lord, whose service is a delight to you?"
"I have done worse, Judith," said Claudia, shuddering, and fixing on
her a look of such wild grief as terrified both her and Naomi. "Do
not interrupt me; I will tell you all, and then you will curse me,
and cast me from you, and earth and heaven will abhor me!"
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