Oh, not alone, because Judea waits
This man-child for her King—the star stands still!
Its glory reinstates,
Beyond humiliation’s utmost ill,
On peerless throne which she alone can fill,
Each earthly woman! Motherhood is priced
Of God, at price no man may dare
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The crown of purest purity revealed
Virginity eternal, signed and sealed
Upon all motherhood.”
—Helen Hunt.
“Thou shalt be saved in child-bearing.”—Tim. ii. 15.
Hundreds of willing hands, directed by Miriamne, were engaged in preparations for fitly celebrating the feast of the Nativity at Bethany. There was cheerful expectation everywhere in the village, and the Temple of Allegory was smiling and glowing by day and by night with flowers and lights.
“Miriamne, look forth! There approaches our domicile[596] a company of singing maidens5, wearing holly6 wreaths and bearing a kline! What can it mean?”
An instant of wonderment ready to echo the chaplain’s question possessed7 Miriamne, then with a glow of satisfaction on her pale face, she cried:
“I know it all! The maidens of our fraternity have been declaring for a month past they’d have me this Christmas at our Temple on the Hill, if they must needs carry me thither8!”
“Love has quick eyes, and my sisters love indeed!
“But, Miriamne, you surely will not risk your life, so precious to all, by going forth to-day?”
“The holly, over-canopying the couch they bear, says to me: ‘Yea, go.’ I told them the secret of the holly, and how those ancient Romans, thinking their deities10 largely sylvan11, cherished this shrub12, so persistently13 evergreen14, in the belief that it afforded a safe and certain abiding15 place for their gods in bitter, biting days of winter. The maidens remember their lesson.”
And shortly after, all went forth toward the temple, the physically16 weak but spiritually strong woman borne by her followers17 in a sort of triumph, and Cornelius leading; the latter, that day was one of the happiest, proudest men in all Syria. He rejoiced and exulted18 in being companion of a woman such as Miriamne was.
Miriamne entered the temple to find a vast congregation awaiting her. There was a ripple19 of excitement, a deep murmuring of satisfied voices almost reaching the proportion of a masculine outbreak of applause, as she appeared. Contentment was depicted[597] on all faces, on many real happiness. Neither was it transitory; there was a throbbing20 of gladness running back and forth, rising higher and higher, until it finally broke out into an impromptu21 “Gloria in excelsis!” Then followed a scripture22 lesson:
“And Ezra the priest brought the law before the congregation both of men and women, and all that could hear with understanding, upon the first day of the seventh month.
“And he read therein before the street that was before the water-gate from the morning until midday, before the men and the women, and those that could understand; and the ears of the people were attentive24 unto the book of the law.”
And now the attention of all was drawn25 to the sound of footsteps in the throbbings of a march, keeping time to the tones of the organ and the flourishings of cymbals26. Nigh an hundred Syrian maidens, wearing girdles and crowns of evergreen, moved with graceful27 evolutions from the temple’s east entrance and quickly formed in a crescent nigh to Cornelius and Miriamne. They paused in their progress but still kept time with their feet and swinging cymbals. Then the crescent was broken; those in the center standing23 in lines that made a cross; those at either end grouping as stars.
“Sisters, we’d hear the fitting song of this day,” said Miriamne. Forthwith the gathered company of garlanded maidens began to retire, but in perfect order, the two star groups passing along as the company making the cross went, so preserving the form of the tableau29, until the exits were reached. As the procession went forth the temple bell tolled30 solemnly,[598] and the maidens sang, accompanied by organ-notes which died away finally like the sigh of tired waves on a beaten strand31. Cornelius was silent, though his eyes were like the eyes of a child awakened32 from a dream of wonderland.
Miriamne penetrating33 his thoughts remarked:
“Is Cornelius weary of questioning?”
“I listen as to autumn winds in a scared flight through weeping forests, instead of to Christmas exultations!”
“The singers are of my ‘Miriamne Band,’ as they call themselves, in honor of the sister of Moses, Israel’s greatest law giver.”
“Methinks all here are mystics in thought and poets in expression!”
“Then so was God. We are but reproducing His lessons! Remember now how the Egyptian Pharaoh once commanded that all the male children of his Israelitish captives be put to death, to the intent that eventually all the females should become the prey34 of his people.”
“Miriamne journeys far from Bethlehem.”
“The mother and the sister watched the ark in which the infant Moses was given to the cruel mercies of the Nile.”
“I remember, but there come no carols from the bullrushes.”
“Yea, finer than from the reeds of Pan. Listen; the ark, emblem35 of God’s covenant36, carried the law. The mother and sisters, by the ministries37 of a love which never faltered38, frustrated39 wily Egypt, saved themselves, their male companions, and finally their whole race. When God embalms40 a history it is well to look into it for germs of mighty41 portent42.”
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“But thinking of this distant and bitter history, we are kept from Bethlehem, Miriamne.”
“So the Red Sea and the wilderness43 preceded the Promised Land. You remember there were fears and tears before Miriam and her mother saw their babe safely adopted at the palace; so there were pains and toils44 to Mary along the way from Bethlehem’s manger to Bethany’s mount of Ascension.”
The words of Miriamne were broken off by a strain of the organ that was very like a moan of the distressed45.
“Look yonder!”
The chaplain did as bidden, following a motion of his wife’s hand, and saw the folds of a huge black curtain slowly rising from in front of one of the temple alcoves46.
“Woman’s sorrow is tardily47 lifted!” exclaimed his wife; then there came to his ears words of human voices, which were joining in the almost human-like moanings of the organ;
“In Rama was there a voice heard;
Lamentation48 and weeping and great mourning;
Rachel weeping for her children,
And would not be comforted,
Because they are not.”
“Rachel is here likened to Mary by the Apostle Matthew.”
“I liken Rachel to Miriamne: for the former Jacob served fourteen years which, for the love he bore her, seemed but a few days. Cornelius could have done as much for Miriamne.”
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“I listen; lead me.”
“At Rama, the site of the tomb of Mary’s son, the converted publican, St. Matthew, told how death began its cruel hunt of the Virgin’s loved Child at His very cradle. Sorrow envies joy; death battles life, and ever more woman’s love, the choicest rose of life, has been crossed by the destroyer of human happiness; that is human hatings.”
“But how is Rachel so like Mary?”
“I accord great homage52 to the woman who taught one so selfish, gnarled and rugged53 of soul as Jacob was to love so deeply, as he was taught to love by her, and yet almost infinitely54 I separate her from our Rose and Queen.”
“Rachel died a martyr55 in maternity56 and therefore is worthy57 of place among the regal women of earth. She was one of that line of women who gave their lives for others. The line survives, and suffers through the years; all-worthy, but not fully58 honored. Saint Matthew touched an all-responsive chord when he voiced the Divine pity for all motherhood, by placing the sorrows of Rachel and of Mary side by side. The plain man unconsciously soars to the plane of the prophets and poets when he is moved by human need or Divine justice.”
“The lesson is irresistible59, but still I’m waiting for the celestial60 melodies that awakened the shepherd the night of the Nativity!”
“My partner shall get by giving. Here is a parchment[601] given me years ago to read for my mother’s consolation61 after the death of my brothers. Read it, thou, to the matrons and maidens when the chantings cease.”
After a time there was silence! the hush62 of expectation, for that gathering63 was wont64 at times to wait for words of blessing65 from the missioners, as the hart for the rivulet66 at the beginnings of the rain.
“Read!” whispered Miriamne, “but not as the tragedian! Read as a father and lover, both in one.” The young man complied, and these were the words of the parchment:
“There was a man named Jehoikim who, impressed of God thereto, offered a lamb in sacrifice. As he slew67 it his heart was touched with tenderness, and he would have staid his hand, but God gave him strength to perform the command. After this a daughter, called Mary, was born to him. Whenever he looked upon her gentle face he remembered the bleating68 lamb, and was certain that some way his child was to be a sacrifice to God. And it was so; for she bore a Son to whom she gave all the wealth of a mother’s love, but at last He was offered for man’s sin upon a felon’s cross, the agony He felt reaching the heart of his mother. As the Son gave Himself up for the world, so she gave herself up for her Son. She was sustained through it all by a conscience void of offense69, and by the ministry70 of angels. Alone to the world, she had no solitude71, for though her espousal to God had no human witness, even as Eve’s to Adam had none, and both were inexperienced, God was at her nuptials72, as He is ever with those who purely73 give themselves to Him.”
Then the wife wept and was silent.
“My darling, what so moves you? I’ve never experienced such a Christmas. You make the feast as solemn as the holy supper.”
There came no answer; but ere the husband could turn to seek a reason it came in a cry from the audience,[602] and a thronging74 from all directions toward where the missioners were.
“Miriamne has fallen!”
“’Tis a swoon?”
“No, ’tis death!” There were surgings back and forth, voices suggesting helps, voices filled with stifled75 sobs77, and voices of fright in the trebles of hysteria.
The sick woman was borne by strong men to her domicile, and then began the tension of waiting. The young chaplain was entering the valley of poignant78 pains by sympathy’s pathway, bound by that mystic chain whose links are in the words: “These twain shall be one flesh.” Herein is a mystery often repeated; the man’s grief was supplemented by a consciousness of vague pains passing along unseen lines from the woman to himself. Slowly Miriamne recovered consciousness; but still she hovered79 on the confines of woman’s supreme80 hour, the hour when great fear haunts great hopes, great weakness yields to miraculous81 influxes82 of power, and great joy, in company with unutterable yearnings, moves along under the shadows and by the gulfs of greatest perils83. About her gathered a group of matrons of her sisterhood, pressing to serve their beloved.
One whispered to another: “Her face is unearthly, like Mary’s as we saw it in the ‘Assumption’ to-day.”
The one that heard the words answered with a sob76. The voice of pain called the drooping woman quickly from her semi-stupor85 to ministry, and opening her eyes she tenderly murmured to the woman that sobbed86, “Remember what he said: ‘Women of Jerusalem, weep not for me; but weep for yourselves and children.’ If I go ’twill be all well; yes, by His grace, all well with[603] me. Let all your pity follow the pilgrims of our sex who tarry to painfully journey through years of trial, unrequited.”
A little later Cornelius was hastily summoned by one that sought him, from the shadows of an arch of the roof, whither he had gone for a few moments’ solitude, in which to plead, as only can a man who writhes87 in the fear of having his life torn in two.
“Miriamne asks for her husband.” He heard the words and was by his consort88’s side instantly. Her eyes were closed, but taking her pale hand tenderly in his he impressed a kiss on her brow. She opened her eyes full upon him, with a gaze of undying love.
“You kissed my brow, the first kiss as a lover. Then you said it was given in the spirit of reverential admiration89. Has marriage ever changed the thought?”
“Never!”
“If I should leave you, do you think you could tell others how to love so?”
“Oh, I can, surely; if I can do any thing, alone!” And then came to him the silence of a dumb grief. She saw his agony and pitied him, yet serenely90 she spoke91:
“Go onward92, beloved, in the way of the prophet’s vision; the power of Christ be with you; the life of Mary is an open book; speak to, work for those most needing, then will you have your constant Pentecost with the ever present ‘Grail.’”
Cornelius pressed the hand he held tenderly; he could not speak.
“Repeat to me the beautiful words concerning the Harvest Feast which you heard out of Moses at the service that so blessed you at Jerusalem,” she continued again. Then, mastering his voice, he complied:
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“And thou shalt keep the feast of weeks unto the Lord thy God with a tribute of a freewill-offering of thine hand, which thou shalt give unto the Lord thy God, according as the Lord thy God hath blessed thee:
“And thou shalt rejoice before the Lord thy God, thou, and thy son, and thy daughter, and thy manservant, and thy maidservant, and the Levite that is within thy gates, and the stranger, and the fatherless, and the widow, that are among you, in the place which the Lord thy God hath chosen to place His name there.”
When he finished the words he hid his face in his hands.
“Thou art weary, my good master,” spoke a Jewish mother present. “Go now and rest. I’ll watch.”
Quickly, gently, firmly he waved her away, as one unwittingly trying to draw him from the gates of heaven.
“It is not usual,” she persisted, “for a man to serve this way; then thou hast other and more important duties, our holy missioner!”
He found voice to speak, and needed to restrain himself from indignant tone. It seemed as if it were impiety93 now, so great his love, to speak of any duty as higher than that he had toward this one woman, more to him than all the world beside. “No; if I were on the cross she would be there, another Mary; if I am now in torture I’d be no Christian94 if I did not emulate95 Him who, amid crucial agonies, between two worlds, cried as inmost thought of His heart, ‘Behold96 thy Mother!’”
He felt Miriamne’s hand pressing his, and drawing him closer to herself.
“Cornelius, I’m leaning now as never before upon my husband’s loyal heart!”
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It seemed to the man as if she were nigh to crying: “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken97 me!” and as if to answer his own thought he exclaimed:
“He will be Father, I as a mother, Miriamne, my Miriamne!”
Grief had made him an interpreter. It was as he thought, the heart of the young woman, woman-like, had been groping about for mother-love. Memory had been busy, but had sent the heart of the woman back from groping amid the graves of Bozrah all weary, to nestle and rest on the breast of him that gave mother-love, and promised all else that loyal heart ere gave.
“What if our forebodings prove untrue?”
Hope’s question was as a north wind to a desert noon.
Once the man bashfully questioned his spouse, with broken sentence that was half signs.
“Does Miriamne feel aught of reproach toward the great love, seemingly not far from utter selfishness, which enchanted99 to this peril84?”
“Could Madonna reproach God when she felt the heart-piercing sword? To Him she submitted, no less do I in doing and suffering as He wills!”
It has been said a woman’s heart is complex, but this one’s was not now. It lay open, as a book, before her lover-husband. He saw no idol100 there but himself. Had there ever been hidden remembrance of some girlish love, some secret scar left by a romance, both burning and brief, it would have been opened or effaced101 now.
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As she beheld102 her consort, this time more loved, if possible, than ever before, knightly, courtly and tender, alert and strong to help, lavish103 in caressing104, she not only felt conquered, but filled with desire to surrender to the uttermost; for she joyed to place this man on the throne of her being next after God, supremely105 lord over all. So together they moved amid the flowers of Beulah-land, under the glorious lights of married love. She all compensated106 for the pangs108 the trying hour brought; he thrilled, as he ascended109 higher and higher from lover love to husband love, to that holy delight that comes to a man beginning to feel fatherhood, the gift of the woman his heart has enthroned. For a little time both were too happy to speak, so they let their thoughts wing their way upward to the eternities where hopes eternally blossom. She presently signaled him to draw close to her, then his clasped hands lay on her heart, and their lips met. She said nothing, yet by a sign-language well understood by each, plainly entreated110 him to tell her over and over, more and more, his inmost thought, that her heart knew full well already.
She heard his heart’s beatings, then she whispered: “Don’t be anxious; all is well, for all is as He that loves us wills.”
“Oh, Miriamne, I loved you never as now; God bless you! bless you! bless you!”
She interrupted him again. “The crisis is coming, and I thought perhaps I might not survive, Cornelius, but if I do not—”
Her words were silenced by an impassioned kiss.
She continued, “I dreamed, last night, that I saw the shadow of a cross, but on it a woman’s form.”
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“Oh, beloved, do not think of it!”
“I do. I must! I understand it all.”
Pity now silenced her.
“Oh, Miriamne!” he cried anon, as he saw her descending111 into the vale of agony, from which he could not hold her back. He dare say no more. He feared to voice his thoughts, lest his fears become ponderous112 and huge, once they found escape in the garb113 of words.
Just past midnight the dispatched courier arrived, bringing twain of the most-skilled physicians of Jerusalem.
Cornelius watched them with an interest beyond words. His heart sank down and down again, as he saw them in serious consultation114. Unable to restrain himself, he seized the elder, and drawing him hastily aside, demanded an opinion. The grave old man only shook his head, saying: “We may save one.”
“One? One!
“Which? What?”
“Young man, be quiet; do not let thy emotions disturb the patient or the nurses. Prepare for the worst.”
The husband seized the wrinkled hand of the aged4 practitioner115, and then flung it from him, crying: “It must not be! It shall not be!” Instantly he rushed toward the couch, but the two men of healing intercepted116 him. Then the elder one said: “We must be obeyed, or else we will give no commands! Shall we go or stay?”
What a revulsion came! It seemed to Cornelius as if these two men of skill were angels, and flinging his arms about them, he hoarsely117 whispered: “Save,[608] save! Stay and save! All I have I give you, only save her!”
Quietly they led him to the adjoining apartment; then charged him, as he hoped for any good to his wife, not to re-enter her chamber118 until sent for. Reluctantly he consented, not daring to do otherwise and yet believing in his very soul that in this hour of peril the bestowment of love’s caresses119 on the invalid120 would be better than any skill of the stranger. He withdrew to the arch on the roof, where unmolested he could pray. But his meditations121 were full of miserable122 sights. He thought of the Egyptians in their feats123 of Osiris, leading to sacrifice the heifer draped in black; then of Rizpah defending her relatives; then of the monument in Bozrah, with the mother holding her dead Son. He thought, amid the latter meditations, of himself creeping about that monument, in the night, until he came to another, on which he deciphered the name, “Miriamne.” The imagination gave him a shock, and he gave way to it exhausted124. An hour or so after he was awakened from a sort of stupor by the younger of the physicians, who, standing by his side, addressed him:
“Sir Priest, thou mayst come now; but as thy profession teaches, nerve thyself to confront any fate, good or ill.”
“How’s my wife?” exclaimed the stricken man, leaping from his couch and approaching the speaker, that he might devour125 with his eyes the thought of the one he questioned.
The emotionless features of the man accustomed to confront human suffering softened126 a little to pity. The quick eye of the missioner discerned the change, then he cried:
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“What, dead!”
“No; if thou wilt127 but control thyself, thou mayst see her for a little while; there’ll be a change soon.”
The man of healing had done and said his best, but that was bad enough. He had tried to comfort, but the exigencies128 were beyond human powers. “A change soon!”
Hard, mocking words. Apology for bad news! Stepping-stone to saying the worst is at hand; words so often used by the man of healing when his art is defeated! How like a funeral knell129 breaking the heart has come, again and again, to tingling130 ears those terrible sounds: “In—a—little—while—there’ll—be—a—change!” Cornelius felt all their stunning131 force, and was instantly by the side of Miriamne. What a change met his hungry eyes! The fever had died away; fever, that blast from the shores of Death’s ocean, had passed, because there was nothing longer for it to attack. The tide was ebbing132. She lay silent, pale and haggard; motionless, except as to a feeble breathing. The husband would have encircled her with his arms. It was love’s impulse, but science, the men of healing, restrained him. There was a little wail133 just then, and he glanced around with a look of joy. The nurse had brought the babe close to him, turning away her own face to hide her tears, but holding the little one out as if trying to say: “This shall compensate107.” Then again the grief-stricken man turned to the physicians and whispered, in a half-fierce, half-terrified way: “She’ll live—she’ll be better now.”
The aged man, slowly adjusting the paraphernalia134 of his profession preparatory to departure, replied: “Few survive the C?sarean section. It was a dire3 necessity.”
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“Lord, behold whom Thou lovest is sick,” moaned the young chaplain, as he knelt by the couch and buried his face in its disordered covering. So the tide of life ebbed135 at midnight, leaving a stranded136 wreck137 at Bethany, and the Christmas chimes turned to dirges.
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admiration
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