Far
better for our beloved Chaldea if the superstitious brood had been left
in their own country. May the gods grant that every Hebrew office-holder
may so cling to his imaginary god as to walk straight from office into
sure destruction. My motto is 'Chaldeans for Chaldea!' Personally, I have
no hostility toward these young men. Nay! But, O my country! my country!
it is for thee my heart bleeds! Sons! ye shall do well to be on your
guard, and see to it that they escape not your vigilance. If they die,
their offices will be vacant, and must soon be supplied by some persons
of ability. O my country! It is for thee, O Chaldea! my heart bleeds!"
"But," said the anxious mother, "are not these important offices at the
disposal of the Rab Mag? If he still remains, can we expect any favors
from him? Alas! my husband may well cry, 'O my country!'"
"Perhaps," said the daughter, "if he hears of the death of his
companions, he will never return, but flee over the mountains to his own
country.
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