Adonijah no longer saw in the person of Lucia Claudia the beautiful and beloved object of his secret affections, but an idolatrous heathen priestess.' ADONIJAH, A TALE OF THE JEWISH DISPERSION. BY MISS JANE MARGARET STRICKLAND. "Oh weep for those who wept by Babel's stream, Mourn where their God hath dwelt-the godless dwell." "Hebrew, come forth! dread not the light of day, The arch that rose o'er thy captivity, No more shall turn thee from thy destined way." BYRON. SOTHEBY. LONDON: SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, AND CO. IPSWICH: J. M. BURTON AND CO. 1856. 249. t. 658. |