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Rh From the immortal crowns the angels offer ? What ! are we Jews and are afraid of death ? Grod's chosen people, shall we stand a-tremble Before our Father, as the Gentiles use?

Shall the smoke choke us, father ? or the flame Consume our flesh ?

I know not, boy. Be sure The Lord will temper the shrewd pain for those Who trust in Him.

May I stand by thy side. And hold my hand in thine until the end?

(Aside.) What solace hast thou, God, in all thy heavens For such an hour as this ? Yea, hand in hand We walk, my son, through fire, to meet the Lord. Yet there is one among us shall not bum. A secret shaft long rankling in my heart, Now I withdraw, and die. Our general doom, Liebhaid, is not for thee. Thou art no Jewess. Thy father is the man who wills our death ; Lord Henry Schnetzen.