CHAPTER XXVI.

The news of the condemnation of the Hebrew prophet soon spread through

all Babylon, and the hour of his execution was well known. It was the

great theme of conversation among high and low, rich and poor, and

there were but few who were not horrified at the awful doom of the man

of God.

No man in Babylon was better known or more universally beloved than the

old prime minister of Nebuchadnezzar. His long residence in the city

had rendered his name familiar to the populace, and a vast number held

him in respect bordering on veneration. His mild and friendly

deportment whenever brought into the society of the common people, had

won their affection. The poor and the needy had ever found relief at

his door. The little children even claimed the aged prophet as their

friend. He found it not beneath the dignity of his station to speak to

them in the street, put his hand on their heads, and say, “May Jehovah

bless my little children!”

In the vicinity of the first president’s mansion were seen numerous

groups of persons engaged in low conversation, while deep sorrow was

visible on every countenance. These gatherings gradually swelled to one

solid mass of human beings. The doors of the president’s house were

closed, and thick curtains’ were drawn across the lattices, and no one

as yet appeared to enter those portals. Presently the throng was in

commotion, several chariots halted before the door, and a number of

government officials alighted, and, with slow steps, and solemn

countenances, they ascended the steps, entered, and closed the door. A

peculiar gathering that! A solemn, sad throng! All conversation had

ceased. The stillness was broken by the sudden appearance of several

platoons of soldiers, who took their stand and formed a square in front

of the mansion. The door at last opened, and two uniformed officers

appeared side by side, and slowly marched out. Next appeared the

sheriff, with the prisoner leaning on his arm. On the broad platform he

waited for a moment, evidently to permit some of his near friends to

embrace him before they parted. Thick and fast they gathered around the

aged saint, with loud weeping and lamentation; but soon their cries

were drowned amid the louder lamentations of the throng. Last of all

there approached the man of God two aged women, on whose countenances

Time had tried in vain to erase marks of loveliness and beauty.

With a smile, one of the twain took the hand of the prophet, and gently

said:

“May Jehovah grant a happy night to his servant among the lions, and on

the morrow may we have a joyful meeting.”

“God bless thee, dear Perreeza!” said the man of God.

The other one now approached, and, in a mild voice, said:

“Daniel, the servant of the living God, is secure in the midst of all

his foes. He that quenched the violence of the fire, shall tame the

fury of the lions.”

“Heaven smile upon the daughter of Barzello!” was the prophet’s answer.

The procession was now formed, and soon reached the vicinity of the

lions’ den, where thousands of the inhabitants had assembled to take

the last lingering look at their aged fellow-citizen. There also was

the king himself, with a number of his most intimate nobles. The

soldiers moved forward, and a clear space was prepared in front of the

platform on which the king and his friends stood.

The countenance of the monarch was pale, and his whole appearance gave

the beholder to understand that he was one of the unhappiest of

mortals. The conspirators were not permitted to occupy the platform

with him, but were commanded to stand together on his left.

When the prisoner arrived, he gently bowed and saluted the king, which

salutation was answered only by falling tears. The throng, witnessing

the emotion of the king, gave vent to their grief, and one loud wail

ascended. Then, indeed, did those conspirators tremble! Then did they

really learn the deep hold their victim had on the popular mind. Again

the agitation was partially quieted, when the loud roaring of lions

within made the earth tremble. The awful moment was drawing nigh!

Daniel ascended some steps near by, and having had permission from the

king, proceeded, in a few words, to address the multitude:

“Babylonians! with naught of malice in my heart against any man, and

with perfect good feeling toward the king, I yield myself to the

demands of a broken law. Here, in the presence of the God of my

fathers, whom I worship, and in the presence of my king, whom I

respect, and in the presence of this throng, whose tears flow for my

sorrow, and in the presence of these mine accusers, who thirst for my

blood, I solemnly declare, that as first president in the kingdom, I

never was consulted in regard to the making of this law, that is about

to consign your aged servant to the lions. In honor to my king, who now

laments the sad fate of his unworthy president, let me also testify

that in order to persuade him to sign a decree which had never entered

his heart, the most deliberate falsehoods were poured into his ears, by

those whose only object was the overthrow of Daniel. After more than

threescore years of public service, I cheerfully submit to my fate,

knowing well that Jehovah, the God of Israel, in whom I trust, will

direct this whole matter to his own glory. Hereafter it will be known

in Babylon, that it was not the ‘safety of the Union’ that demanded the

enactment of this cruel law; but that it was conceived in envy, and

brought forth in malice, and thoughtlessly signed by our king, who

considered all his presidents to be men of benevolence, wisdom, and

understanding. For violating this law I ask no forgiveness. Sooner

would I suffer a thousand deaths than prove a traitor to the religion

of my fathers. Babylonians, I say no more! Accept my thanks for your

tears! May Jehovah continue to grant you great prosperity, when your

friend Daniel shall have passed away.”

Then turning to those whose painful duty it was to lead him to the den,

he said:

“Now I am ready.”

The executioners, with trembling hands, laid hold of the aged prisoner,

and led him to the door of the den. Again there was an awful roaring of

lions. As he passed the king on his way to the den, the monarch cried

out:

“Thy God, whom thou servest continually, he will surely deliver thee!”

The prisoner was seized with strong hands and elevated over the inner

walls, and by means of strong cords was lowered to the bottom of the

den, where the ravenous lions held their nightly revels. The

executioners, as if afraid to hear the prisoner’s dying shrieks,

hastened away. The throng soon dispersed in sorrowful silence. The

king, in deep agony of mind, entered his chariot, and was driven to the

palace.

How sad was that night for royalty! Filled with remorse for having

signed the fatal decree, and knowing not how to retrace his steps or to

retrieve the effects of his rash act, the king passed the hours in

agony. With a heavy heart and a throbbing brow, he paced the length of

his royal bedchamber, and thus did he converse with himself:

“How he justified the king, almost with his dying breath! Ah! but I

justify not myself. Why did I sign that silly and cruel decree, by

which the prime jewel of my kingdom is lost? Why did I not consider the

thing well, and consult the first president? Alas! it is now too late.

The deed is done, and there is no remedy! How the multitude sympathized

with the noble prisoner! How copious their tears and how audible their

sobs! How beloved in the estimation of the populace was that aged

Daniel! What think they by this time of _my_ prudence and wisdom? Have

I not lost in this the estimation of my people? Will his God, indeed,

deliver him? Is he not already torn by the lions? How cruel a fate for

so worthy a man! But if Daniel _is_ spared, no thanks to me! Will not

this people inwardly curse me, and wish me out of their borders? What

poor returns to _them_, for the grand reception they gave _me!_ What

will my nephew, Cyrus, think of my sagacity and power of discernment!”

Let us for a while leave the unfortunate Mede, and take a view of the

hero of the lions’ den.

When Daniel was thrust among the lions, the sun was yet one hour above

the western horizon, and the light from the top of the den, made the

interior comparatively light. When he found himself at the bottom, for

a minute he walked to and fro, then fell on his knees, and began to

pour his prayers into the ears of the God of his fathers. The lions,

quite unaccustomed to such a sight, looked on for a while in silent

wonder. Then they ran together to the other end of the den, where the

old lion of all—the “lord of the manor”—and his aged companion, the old

lioness, the mistress of the “establishment,” were, heedless of the

youthful pranks and occasional quarrels of their offspring, enjoying a

good, comfortable sleep. A loud roar from one of the youngsters, which

was answered by another louder roar from his companion, aroused the

energies of the old couple. They uttered an ill-natured growl, very

much on the same principle that anyone else would on being

unnecessarily disturbed in the midst of a nap. Perhaps the growl was

equivalent to, “Children, you are very rude. Make less noise, or I

shall attend to you!” This reproof (if reproof it was) did not seem in

the least to frighten the young lions. One of them, the one that roared

the loudest, put his head close to that of his sire, and if he said

anything, it was in so low a whisper that it could not be heard at any

distance. From what immediately followed, one might think the young

chap said something in this fashion:

[Illustration: For a moment he walked to and fro]

“Get up quickly! Come to the other end of the den, and there you will

see a sight that you never saw before in all your days. There is

another victim; but he has no more the appearance of _common_ victims

than thou hast. I know by his eye he has no fear of the lions. Why,

think! as soon as he came to the bottom of the den, he walked to and

fro among us as deliberately as my brother here, or myself, would walk

among our companions.”

After the whispering was over (if whispering it was), the old lion

uttered another growl, as much as to say, “That sounds to me rather

improbable, but I guess I will go and see for myself.” The old lion led

the way. Close by his heels followed the lioness. Next in order

followed the rest of the family. They soon arrived at the spot, and

sure enough, it was as the young lion had declared. The old lion paused

for a moment, but he soon made up his mind that there was nothing to

fear. So he slowly approached. He paused again. Daniel reached out his

hand and spoke. The lion fancied the peculiarity of that voice; so with

eyes half closed he slowly walked up to the man, and with the innocence

and harmlessness of a young spaniel, he licked the hand of the prophet.

After having partially conquered his embarrassment, he uttered another

low growl, and looked toward the rest of the company, as much as to

say, “Come this way! Don’t be afraid.”

They slowly and silently gathered around the strange visitor, and each

one appeared to be pleased to be permitted to come in contact with his

person in some way. And when the darkness of night gathered around

them, the old lion answered for Daniel’s pillow, the lioness lay at his

feet, and the young lions stretched themselves on either side, to keep

him warm; and soon the Prophet of Jehovah was fast asleep.

If ever a sleepless mortal, wearied with the tediousness of a painful

night, rejoiced to see the first glimmering dawn of the morn, King

Darius did, after that dark, dreary period of agony. No sooner was it

fairly day than the monarch ordered his chariot, and, with a number of

his nobles, he was once more on his way toward the den of lions. The

royal chariot, as it moved through the various thoroughfares, attracted

the notice of the inhabitants. Its destination was understood, and as

there was some faint hope in the minds of thousands that the God of

Daniel would miraculously interfere and save his servant, they had

accordingly held themselves in readiness to be early at the den. They,

therefore, with all haste followed in the direction of the royal train.

The king was greatly astonished to find already there a large number of

the inhabitants. The movements and excitement of the people had also

brought to the spot the six conspirators, who were greatly astonished

to see the king. The monarch, in trembling accents, ordered the stone

to be removed from the door of the den. The order was quickly obeyed.

While every eye rested upon him, the king entered and stood inside of

the outer door, and cried, in a loud voice:

“Oh, Daniel! is thy God, whom thou servest continually, able to deliver

thee from the lions?”

Oh, the breathless silence of that moment! A thousand hearts throb with

deep emotion, in painful suspense to learn the result. Hark! A voice

clear and firm ascends from the depths, and falls on the ears of the

multitude:

“O king, live forever!”

It was enough! Gladsome shouts echoed from a thousand tongues! The joy

was unbounded. Their sorrow for their old friend was turned into joy,

and the name of the God of Daniel was praised.

Immediate orders were given to bring the old Hebrew up, and soon he

stood in the presence of the king and the rejoicing throng.

Then said Daniel, turning to the king, “My God hath sent his angel, and

hath shut the mouths of the lions, that they have not hurt me;

forasmuch as before him innocency was found in me; and also before

thee, O king, have I done no hurt.”

An aged man at this moment was seen making his way through the crowd,

as if endeavoring to find admittance into the presence of the king. His

venerable appearance served to make for him room.

“We meet again, Apgomer!” cried Daniel, in a familiar, friendly voice:

and then to the king he said:

“This is my good friend Apgomer, O king, one of the few friends of my

early days. He hath words to communicate to the king, in the presence

of this throng, that will give thee to understand clearly that this law

was prepared on purpose to ensnare thy servant Daniel.”

“Let my worthy friends, Fraggood and Kinggron, with their four

companions, the princes, stand in this direction!” said the king, with

an angry expression of countenance.

The conspirators, with paleness gathering on their brows, obeyed, and

tremblingly stood facing the king.

“Now, O Daniel, thy friend Apgomer may give his testimony before the

king.”

“O king, live forever!” said Apgomer. “This day thy servant is

fourscore and ten years old. From the days of my childhood have I dwelt

in Babylon; and never for any long period have I departed hence. Soon

thy servant shall leave this world of sorrow—I stand on the verge of

the grave. At this time, with deep soberness, I appeal to the God that

dwelleth in light for the sincerity of my purpose in thus appearing

before my lord the king. My words will be few, therefore, O king, I

pray thee hear me patiently.

“These men who now stand before thee and by whose continual importunity

thou gavest thy signature for the arrest of thy servant Daniel, are

wicked and deceitful men, and with lying words have they deceived thee,

O king. Their secret devices are well known to thy servant. With mine

own ears have I listened to their midnight plotting; and from their own

lips have I learned their fixed purpose to destroy the innocent without

cause, even thy servant Daniel. For many months, O king, these cruel

men have sought an occasion against the first president, and after

having failed in every other point, they thought at last of this.

“I heard the plot described at midnight recently while resting in the

public garden. The conspiracy was led by Fraggood and Kinggron. They

were assisted by a number of the princes, among whom are Bimbokrak and

Scramgee. This foul movement has been going on for many a day, but

until last week the conspirators could not agree on a plan. At last,

Prince Scramgee brought forward a scheme, which met with the cordial

approval of the rest. And who but the chief evil spirit of the universe

could have put in his heart such a horrible measure? It was in effect

that a law be enacted that anyone who prayed to the God of Israel

should be cast into the lions’ den. When I made thy servant Daniel

acquainted with the plot against his life, his only reply was:

“‘Let them proceed in their scheme of wickedness. Let it become ripe.

The God in whom I trust shall vindicate the honor and superiority of

his own law. I might easily frustrate all their malicious designs by

acquainting the king with their cowardly plots; but the cause of

Jehovah shall gather more strength from a miraculous display of his

power in the preservation of his servant from harm. Forty years ago,

idolatry in Chaldea received a blow, from the effects of which it has

never recovered, in the miraculous deliverance of my three cousins from

the midst of a burning, fiery furnace. And if a visit to the lions for

a few hours may cause the name of Jehovah to be feared, I ask for no

greater honor. No weapon formed against the servant of Jehovah shall

prosper. Let not my good friend Apgomer be troubled. The life of Daniel

is as safe in the lions’ den as among his friends at his own home.

Therefore let them proceed with their malicious measures; let no

impediment be thrown in their way. Let them have a few days of

rejoicing, and their brief nights of merriment. Soon the day of

retribution shall overtake them; for He that is higher than the highest

shall surely avenge himself on these workers of iniquity.’”

“Believe not this man, O king!” said the pale and trembling Fraggood,

“seeing he prepareth lying words before thee.”

At this moment a young man, whose countenance denoted some passion,

rushed on the stage, and, without any apology or ceremony, began to

speak:

“Let not the worthy and aged Apgomer be called a liar! A lie never

escaped those venerable lips, O king! As soon may the gods lie! Thy

servant is the doorkeeper of the Garden. I can testify to the existence

of a plot to destroy Daniel.”

“It is enough!” cried the king. “Seize the guilty wretches! Let the

cowardly liars meet the doom they had prepared for my servant Daniel!

Up! and throw them to the lions!”

No sooner were the words spoken than a score of willing hands seized

the forms of the conspirators, and, amid the curses of an indignant

throng, they were thrown to the depth of the den, to meet a far

different fate from that of the man of God.

Then spoke the king:

“I make a decree, that in every dominion of my kingdom, men tremble and

fear before the God of Daniel: for he is the living God, and steadfast

forever, and his kingdom is that which shall not be destroyed, and his

dominion shall be even unto the end. He delivereth and rescueth, and he

worketh signs and wonders in heaven and on earth, who hath delivered

Daniel from the power of the lions.”

“O king, live forever!” cried the well pleased throng.

Daniel was taken into the royal chariot and seated by the side of the

king, and the royal train moved forward, amid the triumphant shouts of

the populace.

Thus fidelity to the God of Israel was abundantly rewarded.

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