I see this place of sacrifice, and I tell you that before the moon is young again it shall run red with the blood of you, idol worshippers, and of you, women of the groves.

The heathen is at your gates, ye followers of demons, and my God sends them as He sends the locusts of the north wind to devour you like grass, to sweep you away like the dust of the desert.

Cry then upon El and Baaltis, and let El and Baaltis save you if they can.

Doom is upon you; Azrael, angel of death, writes his name upon your foreheads, every one of you, giving your city to the owls, your bodies to the jackals, and your souls to Satan----" Thus far the priests and the spectators had listened to Issachar's denunciations in bewildered amazement not unmixed with fear.

Now with a roar of wrath they awoke, and suddenly he was dragged from the platform by a score of hands and struck down with many blows.