The mountain Democrat., 1864-01-30

family sougdt the. 3l1AgOguS: D5rjDe
service commenced, proceeded, and was
concluded without interruption. Hardly,
however, bad they reached the suter
court to return to their homes, when
fearful shouts smote the car, waxing loud,
or, hoarscr, more terrible with every pass
ing moment. On came the infuIiated
crowd, a dark, impenetrable phalanx, in.
creaSing in every street, and fearfully
illumined with blazing torches held'dloft;
blades cleaning in the red fame; clubs,
axes, pitchforks, every weapon that came
first to hand. On they came, wrought
into yet wilder frenzy, yet deeper thirst
for human blood, by their own mad shouts,
and the lurid flames that, as they rushed
Cf0a N@cne @e~fs1 qnarter, nratked their
progress. And how stood their victims ?
So firm, so motionless in the shadow OF
their house Of prayer, that even the wild
mob, when they first beheld them, fell
back a moment powerless. Formed in a
compact square, women, children, and tot.
tering age in the centre, youth and man
hood stood around, with arm folded and
head erect; not limb, not muscle NOV
ed not sound broke forth, even when
their fiendish foes poured down and faced
them. 1t was an awful pause; lasting
not minute, yet seeming to be hours ;
and then, with brandished arms and wild
er cries, they rushed on to the work Of
death.
Back = exclaimed voice not loud nor
stern, but so thrilingly distinct and sweet
that it was heard by every individual Of
both parties, and involuntarily compelled
obedience. Back touch not the limo.
cent! Ye have demanded the criminals,
behold them! Ye have sworn their lives
shall suffice-take them, torture them as
ye list; but touch not, on your peril, touch
not these !"
Two strangers stood suddenly between
the murderers and the victims, as the un.
known voice spake, the one in the love.
liest bloom Of youth, the other in man.
hoods prime. With an appalling yell Of
disappointed malice, hate, and aggravated
wrath, the fierce crowd rushed forward
and closed round the voluntary martyrs
And here VIC pause, for how may the pen
linger Oh the horrible tortures, the ago.
nizing death inflicted on these noble men:
or the horror of the stunned vet libe.
rated Israeltes, in being forced by their
tormcntorS to witness the fate of their
preservers? Yet no groan escaped the
victims, to glut the long pent up fury o.
their foes; no word to reveal to theil
brethren whence they came, Or who they
were, or that they had spoken but to save
The poets prophecy was fulfilled
Ere spring had changed to summer He
Ion and his faithful Admah had met again
where hope was lost in fulfillment, tempo
raj joy in eternal bliss. The summer
flowers had twincd their clinging tendrilY
round lowly tomb of pure white marble
in the grave yard of that old mansion
, Helon's home so long, and halfhiding tn
single word 'Admah' with their radian
clusters, whispered in sweet breath to tn
passing breeze the bliss Of pure spirit
so early freed from the OBTAINING fetters U
a broken heart.
To this day the names of the martyr
rest unknown; but the two lamps still
kept burning to their memory, in tn,
synagogue Of Worms, testify the truth o
this fearful tale, and bear witness to 1
faith, a scli.devo.edneSs, in scorned ant
hated Israel, unsurpassed in the annals O
the world.