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Title: Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew;
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Croly, George, 1780-1860
Subjects: Wandering Jew
Publisher: New York, Grosset and Dunlap
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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y conflict between the desire of sleep and the difficulty ofshutting out thought, I rose and watched the progress of thetempest. The lightnings flashed in broad beams through the clouds,and the rain fell with the violence of the southern storm.But through the flash, deepening again, shone the red illumi-nation above the city, and neither the roar of the wind nor thedash of the descending deluge could extinguish the shoutsthat, remote as they were, I knew to be shouts of battle. I- measured the tower with my eye; I tried the strength of thebars; but the attempt only served to disturb my companion,who had survived his sorrows long enough to sleep as soundlyas if there were not a wo on earth. I am glad, said he, that you awoke me, for I wasdreaming the story of my unfortunate lord and his son overagain. The natural result of your having so lately renewed itsrecollection. Aye, there is perhaps scarcely a room under the palaceroof where some heart is not trembling to-night with ghostly 488
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