The Wandering Jew — Complete eBook

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Gabriel de Rennepont.”

CHAPTER II.

The redemption.

Day was about to dawn.  A rosy light, almost imperceptible, began to glimmer in the east; but the stars still shone, sparkling with radiance, upon the azure of the zenith.  The birds awoke beneath the fresh foliage of the great woods; and, with isolated warblings, sang the prelude of their morning-concert.  A light mist rose from the high grass, bathed in nocturnal dew, while the calm and limpid waters of a vast lake reflected the whitening dawn in their deep, blue mirror.  Everything promised one of those warm and joyous days, that belong to the opening of summer.

Half-way up the slope of a hill, facing the east, a tuft of old, moss grown willows, whose rugged bark disappeared beneath the climbing branches of wild honeysuckle and harebells, formed a natural harbor; and on their gnarled and enormous roots, covered with thick moss, were seated a man and a woman, whose white hair, deep wrinkles, and bending figures, announced extreme old age.  And yet this woman had only lately been young and beautiful, with long black hair overshadowing her pale forehead.  And yet this man had, a short time ago, been still in the vigor of his age.  From the spot where this man and woman were reposing, could be seen the valley, the lake, the woods, and, soaring above the woods, the blue summit of a high mountain, from behind which the sun was about to rise.  This picture, half veiled by the pale transparency of the morning twilight, was pleasing, melancholy, and solemn.

“Oh, my sister!” said the old man to the woman, who was reposing with him beneath the rustic arbor formed by the tuft of willow-trees; “oh, my sister! how many times during the centuries in which the hand of the Lord carried us onward, and, separated from each other, we traversed the world from pole to pole—­how many times we have witnessed this awakening of nature with a sentiment of incurable grief!—­Alas! it was but another day of wandering—­another useless day added to our life, since it brought death no nearer!”

“But now what happiness, oh, my brother! since the Lord has had mercy on us, and, with us, as with all other creatures, every returning day is a step nearer to the grave.  Glory to Him! yes, glory!”

“Glory to Him, my sister! for since yesterday, when we again met, I feel that indescribable languor which announces the approach of death.”

“Like you, my brother, I feel my strength, already shaken, passing away in a sweet exhaustion.  Doubtless, the term of our life approaches.  The wrath of the Lord is satisfied.”

“Alas, my sister! doubtless also, the last of my doomed race, will, at the same time, complete our redemption by his death; for the will of heaven is manifest, that I can only be pardoned, when the last of my family shall have disappeared from the face of the earth.  To him, holiest amongst the holiest—­was reserved the favor of accomplishing this end he who has done so much for the salvation of his brethren!”

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