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"It will hardly have time to get cold." "Well, but I did a dishful myself last night. She is only preparing a reserve in case the attack be too deadly." "And where is the Cohen?" "Oh, we have asked old Hyams across the Ruins. We expect him round every minute." At this point the indications of Ezekiel's facial barometer were fulfilled, and a tempest of weeping shook him. "Na! Go then!
I was more embarrassed than any of them. I had not, in the least, anticipated that a chance remark would produce such an effect. Like Ezekiel's field of death, strewn with dead men's bones, there was a quiver at the touch of the spirit, and the dead bones stirred.
"But to go back to the temple described by Ezekiel in the last nine chapters of his prophecy this is the temple which will be reared in the Millennium, but it will not be in Jerusalem. Ezekiel's Temple, and the division of the land, stand and fall together, and it is a subject that cannot be symbolized.
"Does Uncle Ike board with Mandy now?" Alice knew that he did, but wished Mrs. Hawkins' view of the strange doings of her uncle. "Yes, he's there goin' on eighty-two and chipper as a squirrel. He's got religion Mandy says, and so many kinds that she don't know which one he's got the most of." Quincy looked at his watch. "Mrs. Hawkins, we're going up to Ezekiel's house.
Thus we may suppose eastern and western Antichrist finally destroyed. Ezekiel's Gog and Magog being slain in the battle of Armageddon, how or where shall we find those of John? They are to be found precisely on the same principle on which we find the witnesses of Christ in this chapter.
Do you hear me? A spider and a broom!" Ezekiel's merry eyes met the anxious ones with a twinkle. "Who'd have thought it!" he responded. "Now then, Zeke," anxiously, "it's my responsibility. I recommended you. I want you should say 'em off as glib as Fanshaw did. Now then, which is which?" "Mother, didn't you tell me that the late lamented was not a prohibitionist?"
Our narrow, monotonous horizon breaks away all about us; five minutes suffice to take us quite out of the commonplace and familiar regions of our experience: we are in the Court of the Great Khan, we are pitching tents under the shadows of the ruined temples of Tadmor, we are sitting on a fallen block of the Pyramids, or a fragment of the broken nose of the Sphynx, dickering with Arab Shieks, opposing Yankee shrewdness to Ishmaelitish greed and cunning: we are shooting crocodiles on the white Nile, unearthing the winged lions of Ezekiel's vision on the Tigris watching the night-dance of the Devil-worshipers on their mountains, negotiating with the shrewd penny-turning patriarch of Armenia for a sample from his holy-oil manufactory at Erivan, drinking coffee at Damascus, and sherbet at Constantinople, lunching in the vale of Chaumorng, taking part in a holy fête at Rome, and a merry Christmas at Berlin.
But even if we regard this suggestion as unproved or improbable, Ezekiel's reference to Noah surely presupposes that at least some version of the Flood story was familiar to the Hebrews before the Captivity. And this conclusion is confirmed by other Babylonian parallels in the early chapters of Genesis, in which oral tradition rather than documentary borrowing must have played the leading part.
Yes: rising as Ezekiel's river from ankle to knee, from knee to girdle, from girdle to the overflowing flood far beyond those lowest joys, which many wise have trampled under foot, of praise, and triumph, and profit the authorship of good, that has made men better; that has consoled sorrow, advanced knowledge, humbled arrogance, and blest humanity; that has sent the guilty to his prayers, and has gladdened the Christian in his praises the authorship of good, that has shown God in his loveliness, and man in his dependence; that has aided the cause of charity, and shamed the face of sin this high beneficence, this boundless good-doing, hath indeed a rich recompense, a glorious reward!
Ezekiel's first impression was to call to him, but the sudden recollection that he parted from his old master on confidential terms only three days before in San Francisco, and that it was impossible for him to be in the pueblo, stopped him with his fingers meditatively in his beard. Then he turned in to the posada, and hastily summoned Mateo.
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