We are the sons of
Amonober, the brother of King Josiah, under whose reign, for many years,
Judah smiled amid peace and plenty. Thy servants were early instructed in
the religion of our sainted father, who, with our beloved mother, feared
the God of Israel, and worshiped in his holy Temple. While thy servants
were yet young, Amonober our father died, and was gathered to his
fathers, and today he calmly rests by the side of his illustrious
brother, King Josiah. Thus the best of mothers was left a widow with her
fatherless children. Thy servants, feeling it no less a pleasure than a
duty, endeavored to comply with our father's dying request, by being ever
kind to our beloved mother. Thus time passed away for two years, and our
pathway once more seemed to be bright and pleasant, when suddenly our
mother died. Thy servants were called to stand by the side of her couch
before she departed, and these were her parting words:
"'To you, my sons, I commit my sweet Perreeza! Let her youthful feet be
tenderly watched by the eyes of love.
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