nt Moses from the common fate of the Hebrew male children, was a
leper, and consequently was not permitted to use the warm baths. But no
sooner had she stretched forth her hand to the crying infant than she
was healed of her leprosy, and, moreover, afterwards admitted bodily
into Paradise.[71]

[71] Muslims say that Pharaoh's seven daughters were all
lepers, and that Bathia's sisters, as well as herself,
were cured through her saving the infant Moses.

According to the Hebrew traditionists, nine human beings
entered Paradise without having tasted of death, viz.:
Enoch; Messiah; Elias; Eliezer, the servant of Abraham;
the servant of the king of Kush; Hiram, king of Tyre;
Jaabez, the son of the Prince, and the Rabbi, Juda;
Serach, the daughter of Asher; and Bathia, the daughter
of Pharaoh.

The last of the race of genuine Dublin ballad-singers,
who rejoiced in the _nom de guerre_ of "Zozimus" (ob.
1846), used to edify his street patrons with a slightly
different reading of the romantic story of the finding
of Moses in the bulrushes, which has the merit of
striking originality, to say the least:

In Egypt's land, upon the banks of Nile,
King Pharaoh's daughter went to bathe in style;
She tuk her dip, then went unto the land,
And, to dry her royal pelt, she ran along the strand.
A bulrush tripped her, whereupon she saw
A smiling babby in a wad of straw;
She tuk it up, and said, in accents mild,
"_Tare an' agers, gyurls, which av yez owns this child?_"

The story of the finding of Moses has its parallels in
almost every country--in the Greek and Roman legends of
Perseus, Cyrus, and Romulus--in Indian, Persian, and
Arabian tales--and a Babylonian analogue is given, as
follows, by the Rev. A. H. Sayce, in the _Folk-Lore
Journal_ for 1883: "Sargon, the mighty monarch, the king
of Agane, am I. My mother was a princess; my father I
knew not. My father's brother loved the mountain land.
In the city of Azipiranu, which on the bank of the
Euphrates lies, my mother, the princess, conceived me;
in an inacessible spot she brought me forth. She placed
me in a basket of rushes; with bitumen the door of my
ark she closed. She la