Messala certainly could not.

Let us look now to ourselves.

Could we better ?" A little more light would have enabled him to see the pride that diffused itself over her face.
"Let us imagine the Roman putting us to the challenge.

I would answer him, neither doubting nor boastful." Her voice faltered; a tender thought changed the form of the argument.
"Your father, O my Judah, is at rest with his fathers; yet I remember, as though it were this evening, the day he and I, with many rejoicing friends, went up into the Temple to present you to the Lord.

We sacrificed the doves, and to the priest I gave your name, which he wrote in my presence--'Judah, son of Ithamar, of the House of Hur.' The name was then carried away, and written in a book of the division of records devoted to the saintly family.
"I cannot tell you when the custom of registration in this mode began.