Bring the whole offering, all timid thought scorning,
True-hearted only if whole-hearted too.”
—Havergal.
Another Passover season was at hand, and the few Israelites in and about Bozrah, not being permitted to celebrate the feast, at Jerusalem were gathering3 for a “Little Passover” at the Giant City. There was sadness, murmurings and fears in the hearts of the people. Sadness in remembering the decadence4 of Israel; fears, for there were Mamelukes hovering5 threateningly in large numbers near the city; murmurings, because fault-findings, the last stage to indifference6, flourish when religion is decaying. Faith and doubt waged their eternal battle; and at Bozrah, doubt appealing to present facts, had the easier part against faith, appealing to past providences or unseen hopes. There was clamor for a change, but the leaders of the people were purblind8 to any new light. They crushed their own secret doubts and continued to enforce what they believed, because they had believed it. They felt a sense of responsibility, and that made them very conservative. Before the sun had reached high-noon Bozrah[265] was all astir. There were but two principal streets in the city; these ran by the four great points of the compass and crossed at its center. Two companies of Jews of very different make-up, each moving along one of those streets, met, and, in passing, quite accidentally, the two processions formed a cross. One of the companies was made up of priests and serious old men, the true elders of the people. They tried to appear very wise and very pious9, and succeeded. They tried as well to cheer and comfort all, and did not succeed very well. The other company was made up of young Israelitish men. They were going eastward10; the old men walked northward11, away from the sun, now a little more than southeast. By the side of the elders glided12 a row of shadows of their own making. But they were as unconscious of these as of the shadows their musty traditions flung over the people.
The youths felt like singing, so they sang. The sadness that was so general was not very deep with them. They would have liked to have sung a sort of convivial13 song; but, that being forbidden, they compromised with their consciences and the situation by singing the one hundred and twenty-second Psalm14, with the vigor15 of a madrigal16. They had a surplusage of vitality17, and they let it flow out in the pious canticle. Certainly they conserved19 outward propriety20; as to their inward feelings, they themselves hardly knew what they were; hence, it would be unjust, for one without, to pass judgment21. The Psalm was appointed to be sung at this feast. They say the returning captives, coming from Babylon, centuries before, sang this song as they ascended22 to a sight of Jerusalem.
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Now, some of the elders had come to think it piety23 to morbidly24 nurse their sorrows. They were never happy except when they were miserable25. One of these paused and addressed the young singers:
“Children, cease. Your time is too much like a dancer’s.”
Then all eyes turned toward the leader of the youths, a man with a Saul-like neck, large mouth, wet, thick lips, and burning eyes; all bespeaking26 a person who is never religious beyond the drawings of religious excitement, for excitement’s sake, and never self-restraining, except as checked by fear of a very material hell. Such an one, if he have any regularity27 in his piety, will have it because somebody opposes, or because, having swallowed, with one lazy gulp29, a heavy creed30, he thereafter goes about condoning31 by habit his petty vices32, in trying to force others to be better than he himself ever expects to be. Such are never spiritual, and seldom martyrs33; but they make good persecutors, and so do a work that compels others, by suffering, to be spiritual, and, may be, good martyrs. This leader made sharp retort, thrusting out his chin to enforce it:
“The Psalm is all right, and, if the old men sang more, they would have less time for moaning. Singing and moaning are much alike, only the former cheers men, the latter, devils!”
“Son,” replied the patriarch, “revile not the fathers. We do not condemn34 thy joy as sin; but yet it now seems inopportune. We are entering captivity35, not liberation. Our holy and our beautiful temple is in ruins; our people like hunted quail36.”
“But, this is feast time,” said the youth.
“What a feast! I remember it as it was when the[267] nation gathered at Jerusalem, to the number of nigh 3,000,000, and offered 250,000 lambs. Ah, now, a handful, in this grim old city surrounded by aliens!”
The elder, so speaking, bowed his head, threw his mantle37 over his eyes and wept; meanwhile his fellow-elders gathered about him, very reverently38, and waved their hands rebuking40 toward the youths. Just then there drew near a beautiful Jewess, led by an aged7 man, the latter garbed42 partly as an Israelite, and partly as one of the Druses. He had a saintly mien43, and fixed44 the attention of the elders; but, the young men, with one accord, youth-like, at once erected45, in silent worship, an unseen altar of devotion to the new goddess. The grouping was striking and suggestive. The stranger was silent, and seemed to be intent on passing by so; but the elders felt their responsibility. It is the fate of the religious leader to be expected to explain every thing. He must talk to every body, and about every matter. He cannot, when he will, keep quiet and so get the credit for fullness of wisdom, as do some. He must express an opinion, for silence is deemed a greater sin in such than insincerity or words out of ignorance. The foremost of the elders felt called to act, and so confronting the two new comers, sternly addressed the maiden46:
“I perceive that thou art of my people; wherefore comest thou here, and in this companionship? Knowest thou not that women are forbidden to be at the first of the feast?”
The young men were not in accord with the elder; they stood apart, and some whispered to others:
“It is Miriamne de Griffin.”
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The maiden shrank back a little; but the saintly man with her, advancing a step, replied:
The elder, though knowing full well who the speaker was, and also fully48 understanding the import of his challenge, pretended to have neither heard nor seen him. He looked past the speaker, who was championing the maiden, and continued:
“Do thy people at home know of these indiscreet acts?”
“Hold, Rabbi! no insinuations.” The saintly man’s voice was commanding, and compelled silence. He continued: “We go our way, ye yours. Ye can not help yourselves out of your miseries49; then presume not to direct us.” He checked his rising anger, remembering that he was a religious teacher, and launched out in a wayside sermon. “Ye children of Abraham, hear me, though I came not to counsel. Ye have stopped my progress, now hear God’s truth! There are dangers without, but greater ones within; though your eyes, being veiled, ye perceive not these things. I noticed as I was coming this way that the tombs and grave-stones every where have been whitened recently. They tell me this was done so as to enable your people plainly to see them and so avoid them. Yet fleeing defilement50 of the dead, ye live in a grave, all of you. All your prefiguring feasts have ripened51 into a glowing present that treads out into a full day!”
The old men seemed puzzled and angry; the young men puzzled but glad. They welcomed any sermon if it came with novelty. They reasoned within themselves[269] that the old teachings were dead, and that a new creed could be no worse. If it were novel, it would have at least a temporary freshness.
The speaker proceeded, for the congregation before him, being divided in sentiment, invited him, so far, to proceed.
“Oh, nation, called to be the light of the world, ye bear but phantom52 torches. Ye move sorrowfully, surrounded by walls of cloud, but just beyond there lies a glorious firmament53, aglow54 with suns of hope and a thousand golden-arched doors made of realized prophecies and promises ripened. Can ye make these ruined habitations of mighty55 men, now sleeping in the cliffs and valleys about us, again teem56 with their former life? No, no! yet less readily can ye make your dead, finished, vanishing types take new life. Ye are puzzled and partially57 angry, but hold in check the hot blood. I’ll soon depart; yet before I go, I’ll tell ye, all, this for your deepest thinking: Ye can never celebrate again the Passover! God shut ye from your Temple long ago to teach you this; these traveling ceremonials of yours are but mockeries. The last real passover was celebrated58 when your fathers slew59 the Nazarene——”
“Let us stone him!” vehemently60 cried the brawny62 leader of the youths, and the elders turned their backs, as if to give approval to the violence, but not incur63 liability by witnessing.
The brawny youth seized a boulder64 as if to begin; the saintly man did not move, and another youth seized the arm of the youth of brawn61.
“Young men, I’ll show you an entrancing picture,” was the saintly man’s calm words. They were instantly[270] intent. “Look, you and your old men make the sign of the cross by your ranks. Look again, by the cross stands this damsel, simple, pure and loving; an ideal woman. Her name, Miriamne, or Mary. Do not delude65 yourselves into the belief that it will be safe or possible for you to silence truth by murdering me. I’d despise your attempt if I did not pity your thoughtless rage. Do not forget the picture of this hour. The Passover will be fully celebrated when the power of the cross and the presence of purity is universally felt in earth. Only your men attend this your sacrifice. It is well; and when men truly bear the burden of sacrifice, women will be at their feast. Now, then, take heed. Farewell, ancients!”
So saying the saintly man of strange garb41 suddenly turned away, drawing the Jewess with him. The elders were confounded; they could not find words at the moment for reply; they were stung by the pleased and approving glances that the young men gave the departing couple. The elders would have been pleased to have taken the Jewish maiden from her escort with violence, but the latter was a brawny man. The elders knew the youths would not aid; to attempt it themselves would be likely to be a failure, certainly undignified. They deemed it wise, in any event, to conserve18 their dignity, and being unable to do any thing more terrific, they hissed66 an orthodox malediction67 after the departing man and woman. That made the elders feel a little better. The two companies at the crossing of the streets fell to musing68 and conversing69, but in different groups. The old men talked as old men, deploring70 the present and be-praising the past; the youths[271] deplored71 the present and be-praised the future; some of them trying to interpret the words of the saintly man. They all wanted to be very orthodox Jews, and yet they all felt that the stranger’s words were full of sweetness and good cheer. Some of the youths, like others of their age, had unconsciously sided with the strangers on account of the woman’s influence. They admired her, and the side she was on was charmingly invincible72.
“The Arabs are coming!”
It was a cry starting up from all directions, and passed from lip to lip like the tidings of fire at night. The city was soon in confusion and panic; then mixed crowds surged toward the crossing of the streets like terrified sheep. They needed leaders or shepherds. But the elders so lavish73 in advice usually, were dumb with fright now. Yet every body looked toward them for direction. Suddenly, the saintly man and the Jewess reappeared; as suddenly transformed to a self-reliant leader, she cried out: “Youths of Israel, to the defense74; the enemy come in by the wall toward the Sun Temple’s ruins!”
“Perhaps it’s the ‘Angel of Death,’” cried the thick-necked leader of the youths.
“Fathers,” cried the Jewess, “pray as you can, but we younger ones must fight as well as pray. Pray the men to go to a charge!”
“A Deborah!” shouted the thick-necked youth. “Now lead and we’ll follow!”
“Shame!” cried the saintly man. “Lead yourselves!”
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There was no need of argument; the thick-necked youth waved his hand to the other young men and they all dashed away toward the advance of the enemy; all of the city having a mind to fight, becoming instant volunteers. But the elders, with a piety enforced by prudence78 concluded to stay at the crossing and pray. Perhaps in their hearts they reasoned that if the enemy were repulsed79 they might claim the glory of having sustained the fighters, as Aarons and Hurs; if the youths and their followers80 were overcome, then they, the elders, might claim prescience and say at the end: “We knew it were vain to resist.”
Soon there were heard the shouts and clangor of conflict. The fight was on. Miriamne breathlessly carried the news to her mother.
The matron laid her hand on her bosom81, not to still a fluttering heart, but affectionately to toy with the handle of her faithful dagger82.
“Oh, mother, when will these troublous times end? what shall we do?”
“Daughter, fight! if need be.”
“But we are only women!”
“Oh, mother, wait! Let us send the boys for news into the city. Perhaps the worst has not come, when the mothers must take arms.”
Rizpah silently assented84. The boys were sent, and in half an hour returned with hot and beaming faces. “The Mamelukes are all slung85 out of the city! Lots of them killed,” both exclaimed, between their pantings.
“How brothers: is it all over?”
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“Yes, all over! They’re gone! Oh, you ought to have seen how our young men and the Druses raced them,” interposed one.
“If it hadn’t been for the Druses we’d all been murdered!” cried the other. Then the brothers caught up the narrative86 in turn.
“And, Miriamne, some of the young soldier-like men, after the fight, went about shouting ‘cheers for the flag of Maccabees and the maid of Bozrah!’ They say the ‘maid of Bozrah’ means you. What do they intend?”
Miriamne seemed not to hear the question. She was engrossed87 with her own thoughts and thus was meditating88: “It’s just as the Old Clock Man said! The Druses by their needed aid prove it; the Jews need a Saviour89!”
“Boys,” presently questioned Rizpah, “Were many of the heretics killed?”
“Oh, ever so many! Yes, and we want cloths for the wounded,” said the questioned lads.
“Now, may the alien dead rot!”
“But we must bring cloths.”
“Who says it?”
“The ‘Old Clock Man’ told every body to help the hurt.”
“And who, pray, is this ‘Old Clock Man?’”
Rizpah was quickly answered by Miriamne.
“I know him, mother. He’s the leader of the Christians91 here, and a wondrously92 good old man who heals the sick, feeds the poor, teaches the ignorant and gives the true time of day to every body by the bell of his religious house!”
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“And since thou hast disobeyed me in making the acquaintance of a stranger, thou wilt94 now explain why thou hast never mentioned to me this ‘Old Clock Man’ of whom thou dost seem to know so much! Who is he?”
“Why, he’s the ‘Old Clock Man’ who mends poor people’s clocks, plays with the children and is doing every body kindness!”
“Oh, mother, he’s an angel if ever there was one on earth!”
“Is he a Jew?” almost hissed Rizpah.
“I’ve forgotten to ask about that; but I’m certain he is, if only Jews are good, for he is a saint of God.”
“By acts. He goes about seeking poor people to clothe and feed, and he is their physician as well, and will take no pay.”
“Some Christian perverter97, trying to seduce98 the unthinking by pretended service. Beware of such, Miriamne!”
“But healing the sick and setting people’s clocks right can’t do harm! I’m certain of that?”
“How sly; he would set all Jewry to Christian time and faith at the same instant!”
“I love his way, mother; it is so good; more I do not know.”
“Oh! mother, he is old, but no knave. Ought we not to be reverent39 to the hoary100 head in the way of righteousness?”
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“Yet an old man may poison women and children. I told thee the story of Agag once, daughter.”
“Yes.”
“I mean now to tell thee if this man be not a Jew, let him be like Agag, hewn to pieces. Flee him as a leper.”
“He don’t talk so. He says all mankind are brothers. Only to-day, he cried, to the men in the beginning of the fight, ‘save your families as best you may,’ kill the wounded Moslem101 with kindness!” The rapid converse102 of the two women was interrupted by the impatient cry of the boys for wraps and lint103. As they started away, Miriamne darted104 after them, saying: “I’ll go and help those caring for the wounded.”
“Wayward,” called after her the mother, “remember my commands. Keep away from the old Perverter, and minister to suffering Israelites, only. God can spare the rest! Let them die.”
In the midst of the suffering ones, Miriamne soon found herself, and as might be expected; there, too, was the “Old Clock Man.” As they met he said, laconically105, “It is fitting that woman’s tender hands minister thus.”
“Thanks,” was her reply.
Presently Miriamne questions, with an unaffected diffidence, her companion.
“Will you tell me your name?”
“Call me father, that’s enough.”
“Ah! but I can not, you are not my father.”
“I may be.”
“What jest is this! I’ve a father living?”
“I am father to multitudes, but after the flesh, childless.”
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“Oh, thy children are dead, then?”
“Nay, some dead and some living; but, living or dead, they are my children.”
“This is a wilderment to me. Where is your wife?”
“Everywhere. In early youth, with vows106 unutterable, I wed28 my church. She is Humanity’s mother, and I the father of all of her children, who will let me serve them.”
“And is this the Christian faith?”
“It is mine, anyway.”
“I like it. I’m sure it must be safe; being so good, and so you may be my father that way. Are there many fathers like you?”
“And you have no wife, no home?”
“A home most beautiful, which, at sunset, I’ll enter through a door, once shut, not possible to be opened by my hands, though its fastenings be but grass and daisies.”
“You mean death?” As she said it, tears welled in Miriamne’s eyes.
“Weep not, my child, death is beautiful, at least to me.”
“Oh, good man—father. I do not yet know how to think about you or these things that you say. What made you so different from the people I know?”
“A woman, a lovely woman.”
“Your mother?”
“Not as you think.”
“Oh, then pardon my curiosity. You had some love?”
“Thou hast said it.”
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“Why did you not wed her? Did she die?”
“A woman’s question? I’ll tell thee all some other time. I hear approaching voices.”
“Tell me just a little more now; do?”
“Are the wounded all attended properly? Mercy first, stories and sermons after.”
“Ah, here come my brothers. I’ll inquire;” and away ran Miriamne to a group of youths, singing a roundelay, of which she caught but a few lines;
“Jew and Gentile, Christian, Turk,
Equally shall share our work.
For Adolphus’ good
We’d shed our blood,
For we have joined the balsam band,
To cure all troubles in our land.
We love the man,
We love the band.
We love the brothers of our balsam band.”
Miriamne comprehended the situation in a moment, and all radiant with smiles, bounded to the side of her aged friend, crying: “Father, oh, you’ve a bonny family coming; over fifty youths and maidens108; some Jews, some Gentiles. They’ve been comforting the wounded and now have spontaneously formed some sort of friendly guild109.”
“That’s praiseworthy so far,” the saintly man replied.
“And don’t blush; when I asked the leader what were their purposes and name, a dozen cried out at once; ‘We’re Father Adolphus’s angels of mercy!’”
“They could easily have found a better title, but youth in its frank celerity interprets human need. We all must have a pattern or hero. That’s the reason there are pagans; not finding the true God, some invent one. Anyway, God blesses the merciful.”
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“Oh, these angels are splendid; so earnest; so happy; so every thing good! They all wear balsam-twig crowns, and are singing improvised110 ditties about charity and humanity, and such like.”
“Praised be God if they mean them, daughter.”
“Mean them? Why they’ll make the ancients groan77 if they go to the crossways with their enthusiastic singing. ‘Black-frowns!’ if they disturb the Passover solemnities, won’t there be trouble?
“And Bozrah will never understand the meaning of the ceremonial, the phantom of which meaning some to-day are pursuing, until it beholds111 sweet charity sincerely applied112, rising with healing and life in its wings to pass over savingly where humanity has pains and death.”
The old priest looked away toward Jerusalem, as he spoke—his voice meanwhile becoming very tender, almost tremulous. Had one been able to enter his heart, there would have been seen a memory picture of Calvary. Miriamne was awed113 for a few moments; the old man was lost in thought; presently she recalled his attention: “Father, the band is just at hand. Shall I introduce you?”
“It is needless; I formed that Band of Charity, though I gave them not the name; most all except the recruits of to-day know me.”
The singers went by, saluting114 the priest as they passed; obeying his signal to them not to tarry.
Miriamne turned to her comrade with quickened confidence, and with her usual impetuosity exclaimed:
“I want to be what you like. Make me a Balsamite!”
“Thou hast a mother who might object.”
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“Oh, no, no; not if she knew all, as do I.”
“Some have called my work witchcraft115.”
“I don’t care, since I know better. Make me a Balsamite, now, please?”
“So be it, child. Put thy hand on thy heart and repeat: ‘I promise my Merciful Father always to show heartfelt kindness to all His creatures, especially those in misery116, because of His everlasting117 goodness toward myself.’”
“I promise that gladly. Is that all?”
“Teach me the rest?”
“Puzzled again, child? Well, I’ll teach thee, and the shrub shall recall my lessons. As thou dost learn to love nature, as thou wilt when getting back to a more child-like faith, nature will talk to thee all the time. See, this is unfading; so is mercy. When torrid suns make the shrub suffer, it sweats or weeps these healing gums. Trials make all good souls fruitful. Then see, this little shrub gives to the world all it receives, transforming its earthy nourishments120, sunshines and showers, into a medicament for sufferers. It is a type of the All-Giver. It has but three flowers, and I read in these the signature of a Triune God. This thou wilt, perhaps, read some time for thyself, when thou hast learned the mystery of the Unspeakable Gift.”
“My father, your wisdom is very beautiful.”
“Would, my child, that my words ever be to thee as the nuts of this little evergreen emblem121, though rough-coated, still filled with liquid of honey sweetness.”
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The maiden yearned122 to embrace the priest. Had she done so, her feelings would have been like those of a daughter toward a father, or a devotee toward God. She yearned to express love for father. The fountain of that affection, hitherto unevoked, was full. But she restrained herself, and said, as she clasped the old man’s arm: “May I be crowned?”
“Yes, daughter; having served the bleeding as thou didst to-day, thou mayst.” The priest twined together some of the balsam bows and placed them upon her brow. “I saw once, at Damascus, a painted presentment of the mother of our Lord, on wood, from which, continuously, there exuded123 a precious nard, of all healing virtue124. So they said, at least; and more than this, I was assured it had power to heal even the wounds of infidels.”
“Is this really so?”
“I believe a Christian kindness to an unbeliever a medicine to the soul of the blesser and blest. That’s why I’m merciful to Moslem.”
“But you court dangers, do you not? I remember your telling me once, that fanatics125, or men with a false religion, falsely practiced, were like mad dogs—one could never tell when they might bite the kindest master.”
“True, some forgetting the essence of all religion worth the name, Charity, to propagate their theories, easily befool their consciences and murder gratitude126. But ingratitude127 is a Christian and Jewish, as well as a heathen fault. In this all are alike. Still, though a man spoil all the good I try to do him, there’s one thing he can not spoil.”
“And that is what?”
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“The bird of sunny plumage that sings in my heart because of the good I attempt. I met a French pilgrim, a while ago, who spent his time mostly in helping128, as he could, to make the Mohammedan children he met, happy. He sang to them, gave them presents, acted as umpire in their sports, and if one got hurt he mothered it—(that’s what he called his tender, odd ways). Some called him wrong in his head, but when I knew him I believed that one sane129, amid thousands crazed.”
“Who and what was he?”
“I asked him, and for reply got only this: ‘I’m Melchisedec, a priest of the wayside, seeking to win silver hands, silver feet, and crown jewels.’”
“Well, he would have frightened me, if I’d met him speaking that way and in such moods?”
“Oh, no; he was not frightful130; he seemed to attract even the birds, and the ownerless curs ran to him when others spurned131 them. He once, when sick, told me that he came from Toul, in Lorraine, where was enshrined an image of Madonna with a silver foot. He believed that tradition, which declared that that presentment of Mary gave a sign by taking a step, on a certain time, which warned some of great impending132 danger, and thereupon the member was changed to the precious metal.”
“It’s a pretty story.”
“At least the lesson is honey-like. No being can strive to help another without finding the All-Shining often in his own soul. So our crowns are made.”
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