_Rebecca._ Even so may it be!

_Eudora._ And my gods hers!

_Rebecca._ But that is impossible.

_Eudora._ Why? Because, as she says, we have images for gods! But this
is not so. Is Jupiter the thunderer confined to an image? or is Juno
or any other deity? Have we not many images of all the gods in many
places, and are they not in them all? Do not our armies go forth to
war, and is not Jupiter with them and Mars also? These images are but
_reminders_ of the gods, as my father's statue is of him.

_Rebecca._ 'Tis true these many images and temples may not hold your
gods more than our synagogues hold Jehovah; but as great an error is
yours. You worship what has no existence; your gods are creatures of
fancy. Your gods, too, are of various character, and not always
agreed. This goodly world is not the patch-work of many and different
gods, but of one designing mind,--one executing power; and that one,
Jehovah.

_Eudora._ Your sister, in many hours of precious intercourse, has
almost persuaded me to believe in but one God; but why, if there be
but one, may not that one be our Jupiter, known as the father of gods
and men, as well as your Jehovah?

_Jezebel_ (To Eudora). _Because he is not._ (To Rachel and Rebecca).
Why do you talk with that stupid Heathen? You might as well convince a
Samaritan dog. I have waited here with a message from David since the
fifth hour, and all to be contaminated with idolatrous breath.