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
The necessity for exertion was useful to Judith and to Salome, who
called up unwonted firmness, and commanded her feelings, that she
might be able to assist those whose sorrow was so much deeper than
her own. When Claudia was informed of the determination to leave
Jerusalem on the morrow, she seemed to be overwhelmed with fresh
grief, and earnestly besought that she might not be torn away so
soon, and even that she might remain altogether with Naomi, and enjoy
the melancholy pleasure of recalling all her past happiness, and
dwelling in the same place where she had conversed with him, and
learned from his lips the way of everlasting life. Kindly and gently
Naomi reasoned with her, and showed her the danger and impropriety of
her wish being gratified. She spoke of Judith's solitude when
deprived of her son, and also of her whom she already looked upon as
a daughter, and that argument made its way to Claudia's affectionate
heart, and changed her inclinations. She resolved to follow her
adopted mother wherever she and Amaziah should go, and to devote
herself to the task of cheering them, and supplying the place of
their only child: and this resolution roused and supported her, and
gave her an object for which she felt content to live and to bear her
sorrow, so long as the Lord should appoint her days on earth.
The hours passed away, though slowly and sadly. Even Mary of
Bethezob, whose spirits were usually unfailing, was buried in silence
and sorrow: and little David, the life and amusement of all the house
in happier days, was unnoticed and neglected. Night brought no
cessation of the misery of that family, for sleep did not visit them,
and they met on the fatal morning with countenances that showed deep
traces of watchfulness and tears.
[Illustration: Tombs of the Kings]
CHAPTER XVII.
The sun approached his meridian height, and as he mounted higher and
higher the feelings of the sad and watching group became more
intensely excited, until at the sixth hour, when his burning rays
fell vertically on the terrace into which the apartment opened, a
distant noise of the voices of many people reached their ears. It
was a savage shout of joy and exultation; and it sunk into the hearts
of the mourners as a death-knell. At that moment the headless bodies
of the nine victims were thrown over the prison walls, and suspended
there to be the objects of insult and mockery to the barbarous
multitude. Javan's order that the executions should take place in
the cells of the prison, and not publicly, had occasioned great
discontent among the populace, who had expected to indulge their
cruel and bloodthirsty inclinations by witnessing the last sufferings
of the Nazarenes; and to gratify them the bodies were thus exposed
until sunset; while wine and food were liberally distributed among
the crowd at the command of Javan and his colleagues, who feared to
excite the displeasure of the lawless rabble at such a time of
sedition and insubordination.
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