Rejoice if you will, Yusuf, in the spring of a night-tune, but leave
Amzi to seek for the deep waters still."

Amzi was now talking quickly and impressively.

Yusuf was amazed. The light was beginning to shine so brightly in his
own soul that he could not comprehend why others could not see and
believe likewise. He talked with his friend until the dawn began to tint
the top of Abu Kubays, but without effect. At every turn he was met by
the bitter prejudice held by the Meccans against the whole Jewish race,
a prejudice which kept even Amzi the benevolent from believing in
anything advocated by them.

"Why do they not show Christ in their lives, then?" he would say.

"You cannot judge the whole Christian band by the misdeeds of a few, who
are, indeed, no Christians," Yusuf pleaded.

"True; yet a religion such as you describe should appeal to more of
them, and would, if it were all you imagine it to be. A perfect religion
should be exemplified in the lives of those who profess it."

"I grant you that that is true," was Yusuf's reply. "And as an example
let me bring you to Nathan and his family. Nobody could talk for one
hour to them without feeling that they have found, at least, something
which we do not possess. This something, they say, is their God."

"Well, well. I shall do so to please you," said Amzi indifferently, "but
I hope that a longer acquaintance may not spoil your trust in these
people."