Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew.Croly, George
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Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew.
Croly, George
Wandering Jew -- Fiction
The Jubilee was for a peculiar people, restricted by a divine
interposition from increase beyond the original number. But who shall say
how far the same benevolent interposition might not have been extended to
all nations, if they had revered the original compact of heaven with man?
How far throughout the earth the provisions for each man’s wants might
not have been secured—the overwhelming superabundance of portionless life
that fills the world with crime might not have been restrained; how far
despotism, that growth of desperate abjectness of the understanding and
gross corruption of the senses, might not have been repelled by manly
knowledge and native virtue? But the time may come.
[Sidenote: The Summons of Florus]
In the first allotments of the territory, ample domains had been
appointed for the princes and leaders of the tribes. One of those
princedoms now returned to me, and I entered upon the inheritance of the
leaders of Naphtali, a large extent of hill and valley, rich with corn,
olive, and vine. The antiquity of possession gave a kind of hallowed
and monumental interest to the soil. I was master of its wealth, but I
indulged a loftier feeling in the recollection of those who had trod
the palace and the plain before me. Every chamber bore the trace of
those whom the history of my country had taught me to reverence; and
often, when in some of the fragrant evenings of summer I have flung
myself among the thick beds of bloom that spread spontaneously over my
hills, the spirits of the loved and honored seemed to gather round me.
I saw once more the matron gravity and the virgin grace; even the more
remote generations, those great progenitors who with David fought the
Philistine; the solemn chieftains who with Joshua followed the Ark of
the Covenant through toil and battle into the promised land; the sainted
sages who witnessed the giving of the law, and worshiped Him who spake in
thunder from Sinai; all moved before me, for all had trod the very ground
on which I gazed. Could I transfer myself back to their time, on that
spot I should stand among a living circle of heroic and glorious beings
before whose true glory the pomps of earth were vain; the hearers of the
prophets themselves; the servants of the man of miracle, the companions
of the friend of God; nay, distinction that surpasses human thought,
themselves the chosen of heaven.
The cheering occupations of rural life were to be henceforth pursued on
a scale more fitting my rank. I was the first chieftain of my tribe,
the man by whose wisdom multitudes were to be guided, and by whose
benevolence multitudes were to be sustained. I felt that mingled sense
of rank and responsibility which with the vain, the ignorant, or the
vicious is the strongest temptation to excess, but with the honorable and
intelligent constitutes the most pleasurable and the most elevated state
of the human mind.
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