they are debating yet. What miseries I have seen come of the dispute!"

From this to the end, the monologue was an incoherent discursive medley,
now plaintive, now passionate, at times prayerful, then exultant. As he
proceeded, he seemed to lose sight of his present aim at doing good in
the hope of release from termless life, and become the Jew he was born.

"The orators called in the sword, and they plied each other with it
through two hundred years and more. There were highways across Europe
blazoned with corpses.... But they were great days. I remember them.
remember Manuel's appeal to Gregory. I was present at the Council of
Clermont. I heard Urban's speech. I saw Walter, the beggar of Burgundy,
a fugitive in Constantinople; but his followers, those who went out with
him--where were they? I saw Peter, the eremite and coward, dragged back,
a deserter, to the plague-smitten camps of Antioch. I helped vote
Godfrey King of Jerusalem, and carried a candle at his coronation. I saw
the hosts of Louis VII and Conrad, a million and more, swallowed up in
Iconia and the Pisidian mountains. Then, that the persecutors of my race
might not have rest, I marched with Saladin to the re-conquest of the
Holy City, and heard Philip and Richard answer his challenge. The brave
Kurd, pitying the sorrows of men, at last agreed to tolerate Christians
in Jerusalem as pilgrims; and there the strife might have ended, but I
played upon the ambition of Baldwin, and set Europe in motion again. No
fault of mine that the knight stopped at Constantinople as King of the
East. Then the second Frederick presumed to make a Christian city of
Jerusalem. I resorted to the Turks, and they burned and pillaged it, and
captured St. Louis, the purest and best of the crusaders. He died in my
arms. Never before had I a tear for man or woman of his faith! Then came
Edward I., and with him the struggle as a contest of armies terminated.
By decision of the sword, Mahomet _was_ the Prophet of God, and