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
"I never witnessed such firmness," said Zadok, and a tear glistened
in his eye as he spoke. "That unhappy boy has made me love and
respect him more than I ever did; even while he has grieved and
angered me by his bold declaration of unshaken belief in the divinity
of the Nazarene, and his determined opposition to all my arguments.
Truly I believed that the sensible and feeling letter which poor
Claudia addressed to him would have brought him to his senses, and
shown him the folly of consigning his family to misery for the sake
of his wild, unfounded notions. But no; he read it with tears, but
they were tears of grief and disappointment, and not of natural
sympathy. He showed me the letter; and as he put it in my hand he
exclaimed, 'Here is the bitterness of death, when those who love me
best prove false to the holy faith which supports me!' From that
moment sorrow took possession of his countenance, and he would listen
to nothing which I was prepared to urge. I was forced to leave him
far more depressed than I have ever seen him; and if you, Naomi, can
say ought to lighten the load on his spirit, I will join with you in
requesting your brother to give you an order to visit him. He is
resolved to die, but I cannot bear that his last moments should thus
be clouded with fresh sorrow."
"Oh yes!" cried Naomi, "I can chase away those clouds, and make him
calm again. Dear Javan, do not refuse my prayer, but grant to
Theophilus the only comfort that can now avail to cheer him. If I
could hope to move you to yet greater mercy, I would kneel to you,
and weep till the fountain of my eyes was dried up; but I know it
will be in vain."
"Speak not to me of pleading for an apostate," said Javan, "or you
may lose the boon you have already asked. Were I weak enough to give
way to my own feelings of compassion, my companions in the council
would better know their duty to God and man than to join me. The
life of Theophilus is justly forfeited; but whatever may make his
doom more tolerable I will gladly consent to. Swear to me that you
have no design for aiding his escape, and I will let you see him."
"I have no object, Javan, but to act as a messenger from his friends.
Would to God that they also might visit him!"
"No, Naomi, I am acting contrary to the express orders of the council
in permitting any of his relatives, except our revered father, to
hold any intercourse with him. It would only add to their own danger
to attempt it. If you wish to go to the prison this evening, you
must not delay, for night is closing in, and in another hour the
prison will be shut, and the gates will not be opened on any pretext
until after sunrise."
Javan went to prepare the necessary order for Naomi; and she was
hastening to communicate to her anxious friends the result of her
errand, when Zadok recalled her.
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