Oh, never anything so true as my mother's love! And Tirzah--her breath was as the breath of white lilies.

She was the youngest branch of the palm--so fresh, so tender, so graceful, so beautiful! She made my day all morning.

She came and went in music.

And mine was the hand that laid them low! I--" "Dost thou admit thy guilt ?" asked Arrius, sternly.
The change that came upon Ben-Hur was wonderful to see, it was so instant and extreme.

The voice sharpened; the hands arose tight-clenched; every fibre thrilled; his eyes inflamed.
"Thou hast heard of the God of my fathers," he said; "of the infinite Jehovah.