Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra; a tale of the Roman Empire in the days of the Emperor Aurelian . this letter down and trample it in the dust,—as Eome has done by Judea, — but that thou lookest to hearof thy brother. Well, now I will thee of him. When we drew near to the capital of the Great King,wishing to enrage Hadad, I asked, What mud-walled vil-lage is it that we see yonder over the plain ? Thou shouldsthave seen the scowl of his eye — answer he gave none. Ispit upon such a city; I cast out my shoe upon it! I whohave dwelt at Eome, Carthage, Antioch, and Palmyra, maybe allowed to despise a plac
Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra; a tale of the Roman Empire in the days of the Emperor Aurelian . this letter down and trample it in the dust,—as Eome has done by Judea, — but that thou lookest to hearof thy brother. Well, now I will thee of him. When we drew near to the capital of the Great King,wishing to enrage Hadad, I asked, What mud-walled vil-lage is it that we see yonder over the plain ? Thou shouldsthave seen the scowl of his eye — answer he gave none. Ispit upon such a city; I cast out my shoe upon it! I whohave dwelt at Eome, Carthage, Antioch, and Palmyra, maybe allowed to despise a place like this. There is but onething that impresses the beholder, and that is the Palaceof Sapor, and the Temple of Mithras, near it. These, truly,would be noted even in Palmyra. Not that in the buildingany rule or order of art is observed, but that the congrega-tion of strange and fantastic trickery — some whereof, itcannot be gainsaid, is of rare beauty — is so vast that oneis pleased with it as he is with the remembrance of thewonderful combinations of a dream. View in TIDINGS OF CALPURNIUS. 175 Soon as we entered the gates of the city, I turned to thewoman we brought from the desert, and who rode the camelwith Hadad, and said to her: First of all, Hagar, we takethee to those who are of thy kindred, or to thy friends, andwell may they bless the good providence of God that theysee thee. Twas a foul deed of thy husband, after themanner of the patriarch, to leave thee and thy little oneto perish on the burning sands of the desert. Good Jew, she replied, my name is not Hagar, nordid my husband leave me willingly. I tell thee we wereset upon by robbers, and Hassan, my poor husband, waseither killed, or carried away none can tell whither. No matter — names are of little moment. To me thouart Hagar, and thy little one here is Ishmael, and if thouwilt, Ishmael shall be mine. I will take him and rear himas mine; he shall be rich; and thou shalt be rich, anddwell whe
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