e of his rival.

Zarah murmured, "Judas Maccabeus."

"Judas Maccabeus!" exclaimed the young Greek, starting to his feet,
more alarmed at the sound of that name than had been the warriors of
Nicanor, when hearing it suddenly at night in the death-shout.
Lycidas, with all the enthusiastic admiration which noble deeds inspire
in a poetic and generous nature like his, had regarded the career of
the Hebrew hero. The history of Maccabeus was to the Greek an acted
epic; in character, in renown, Judas, in his estimation, towered like a
giant above all other men of his generation. Lycidas had met the
chieftain but once; but in that one meeting had received impressions
which made him idealize Maccabeus into a being more like the demi-gods
of whom poets sang, whom worshippers adored, than one of the denizens
of earth. He was in the eyes of the young enthusiast, conqueror,
patriot, and prince--a breathing embodiment of "the heroism of virtue."
The Greek had never thought of Maccabeus before as one subject to human
passions, save love of country, and perhaps love of fame; or as one
influenced by human affections, who might seek to win a woman's heart
as well as to triumph over his foes. The idea of having him for a
rival struck the young Athenian with something like despair; it seemed
more than presumption to enter the arena against such an opponent as
this. Lycidas believed that, had Antiochus Epiphanes laid the crown of
Syria at the feet of Zarah, she would have rejected the gift; but
breathed there a maiden in Judaea who could do aught but accept with
pride the proffered hand of her country's hero--of him who was to all
other mortals as snow-capped Lebanon to a mole-hill?

Zarah felt that her disclosure had inspired more alarm in the mind of
Lycidas than she had intended, or than was warranted by the true state
of the relations between her and the Hebrew leader. She hastened to
relieve the apprehensions of the Greek. "I reverence Maccabeus," said
the maiden; "I would repose the greatest confidence alike in his wisdom
and his honour; but, personally, Judas is no more to me than any of his
brothers."

Lycidas drew a deep sigh of relief. Grateful for the encouragement
which he drew from this avowal, the Greek resumed his place by the side
of Zarah. "What course will you then pursue towards Maccabeus?" he
inquired.

"I must consult him, as Hadassah bade me consult him," said the maiden:
"he must know all that most near