The blushing maid modestly bowed while Joram took her by the hand and
said, with unusual feeling, "May the blessing of the God of thy fathers,
dear maid, accompany thy footsteps in a foreign land."

This blessing from the lips of a Babylonian was deeply appreciated by the
young woman, who was already touched by the kindness with which she was
met on every hand.

"The Lily of the Valley," said Joram, referring to Jupheena, "has found a
sweet companion, and the maid of Judah, I trust, will not be displeased
if, by the request of my good friend Barzello, I give her the name of an
appropriate rose."

"On the contrary," said Perreeza, "thy young handmaiden is very grateful
to the noble friend of Barzello for every token of his notice and kind
regard."

"Then, maid of Judah," said Joram, "thy floral name, from this hour, is
the Rose of Sharon."

"The Rose of Sharon!" cried Jupheena. "Oh, Perreeza, is not that
delightful? Rose of Sharon!"

"Beautiful, indeed!" said Perreeza, "and better than all, it is the sweet
rose of my own native land."

"True, young maid, true," said Joram, "'tis the favorite rose of Judah."

"The noble friend of Barzello will accept the thanks of his unworthy