Jezebel, has convinced me more, if possible, than your
arguments. Surely I see that it was such a god that I desired to
worship in Jupiter. If this be found alone in your god, then does my
heart move me to say, Jehovah, He is God, and there is none else. Oh!
may I not be mistaken!

_Rachel._ Trust in Jehovah, and thou shalt not err.

_Rebecca._ Rejoice in Jehovah, and thou shalt be glad for ever.

_Ruth (calling)._ Rachel!

_Rachel._ I come. (_To Eudora._) Let us hasten; for we have long
tarried, and many wait to welcome you. _(Singing heard._) Hark! they
are singing one of the songs of David: let us go join them.

At the close of the dialogue, the cxxxvi. Psalm was chanted; and then
another gentleman described the erroneous notions which the Jews had
of the expected Messiah. His remarks were succeeded by

DIALOGUE.--PART II.

ANNA, MARTHA, SALOME, MARY, _of Jerusalem._ MIRIAM, LEAH, _of
Bethlehem._

_Mary (coming with Salome to Martha)._ Martha, I have been seeking,
and am glad that I have found you; but why do you weep?

_Martha._ We may do nothing else now, and the meeting with others
seems to be the signal for fresh floods of tears.

_Salome._ I may not ask the cause of your grief; for my own soul
replies it is the common grief,--our nation's bondage.

_Martha._ Yes, we are slaves; that only thought haunts me; the chosen
people of Jehovah in subjection to the idolatrous Roman.

_Salome._ Where now is the might of David? where the glory of Solomon?
Surely Miriam's song may be turned upon ourselves; for the enemy "hath
triumphed gloriously," and we are laid in the dust.

_Mary._ Let us not, however, despond too much. Jehovah will not always
chide. The Roman sway shall have an end.

_Martha._ I know that Messiah cometh, and he will restore all things;
but when?

_Salome._ Yes, _when_? Long have we waited, and bitter has been our
bondage; and even our own Herod has been more cruel than our foes.

_Mary._ Nevertheless, let us hope. In the fulness of time the promised
one will come. (_Miriam and Leah approach._) But, see! two more
friends join us.

_Martha._ Rather say, two more slaves.

_Salome._ Yes; two more to weep with us.

_Miriam._ Not so, not so, unless we weep for joy. The cloud that has
so long hung over us in blackness is beginning to break. We have
experienced more of gladness this day than has been ours since the
last report that the Messiah had come was proved false.

_Lea