I could not remove my eyes from his face. It fascinated me! It seemed to be Remeses himself speaking to me; yet the hair of the prince is raven-black, and his beard also, while this man's is a rich brown, and his fine beard like a golden river. The eyes of Remeses are black, with a mild expression naturally, as if they were animated by a gentle spirit; while those of the priest are hazel, or rather a brilliant bronze, and full of the light of courage and of ardent fire. In person he is just the height of Remeses--carried his head in the same imperial manner, as if born to command; and the tones of his voice are marked by that rich emotional cadence--winning the ear and touching the heart--which characterizes the prince. His step is firm and commanding--his motions self-poised and dignified. He seems three or four years older than Remeses; but the likeness of the features, and the entire presence of the stranger recalled my royal friend so forcibly to my mind, on the occasion of which I speak, that I said mentally--"Were the Prince Remeses a Hebrew, or were this Hebrew an Egyptian, I should think them cousins, if not brothers!" Pardon me, dear mother, for thus speaking of a royal personage; but I only make use of the language, to express to you how wonderful in every way, save in the color of hair and eyes, is the resemblance of this man to the prince. "I did but a common duty to a fellow-being," was my reply. "But why did you address me in Syriac?" "Are you not a Syrian merchant?" he asked, looking at me more closely, after I had spoken. "I am from Tyre," I answered. "You are a Hebrew?" "Yes," was his reply, casting down his eyes and moving past me towards the temple. "Stay one moment," I said. He turned and regarded me with a look of surprise; just such an one as the Hebrew woman Miriam,--to whom also, dear mother, he bore a very striking resemblance,--gave me when I irresistibly addressed her, in the courteous tone I would have used towards any of her sex: such was my tone in speaking to this Hebrew; for although his dress showed that he was only a neophyte, or attendant with secular duties, yet the man himself commanded my respect. "May I inquire, without offence, why I see a Hebrew in the service of religion?" "When we are only degraded slaves, and brick and clay workers, and worship not the gods of Egypt?" he answered interrogatively; and I imagined I detected a haughty light in his eyes, and a movement of his lip, caused by a keen sense of the degradation of which he spake. "You have expressed my motives," I replied. "If you are proceeding along the avenue of sphinxes, I will accompany you, as I am merely loitering." "Will you be seen walking with a Hebrew, my lord prince?" he said, significantly. "You know my rank, then?"