Poor
Lazarus there, chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow, and shaking off his tatters with his shiverings, he might plug up both ears with rags, and put a corn-cob into his mouth, and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon.
There was nothing more at Jerusalem to be seen, except the traditional houses of Dives and
Lazarus of the parable, the Tombs of the Kings, and those of the Judges; the spot where they stoned one of the disciples to death, and beheaded another; the room and the table made celebrated by the Last Supper; the fig-tree that Jesus withered; a number of historical places about Gethsemane and the Mount of Olives, and fifteen or twenty others in different portions of the city itself.
Such men, in other men's calamities, are, as it were, in season, and are ever on the loading part: not so good as the dogs, that licked
Lazarus' sores; but like flies, that are still buzzing upon any thing that is raw; misanthropi, that make it their practice, to bring men to the bough, and yet never a tree for the purpose in their gardens, as Timon had.
It appears that the heart already wounded so many times suffers from the least scratch; it appears that it considers as a good the momentary absence of evil, which is nothing but the absence of pain; and that God, into the most terrible misfortunes, has thrown hope as the drop of water which the rich bad man in hell entreated of
Lazarus.
He who called to
Lazarus, '
Lazarus, come forth!' and the dead man lived--He was now Himself a prey to nature and death.
If
Lazarus was only half as far gone, that was the greatest of all the miracles.'
The chapter was the eleventh of John,--the touching account of the raising of
Lazarus, St.
He would not deny himself one enjoyment; not his opera-stall, not his horse, not his dinner, not even the pleasure of giving
Lazarus the five pounds.
there is but one road to the favour of a Christian, and how can the poor Jew find it, whom extortions have already reduced to the misery of
Lazarus?'' Then, as if suspicion had overpowered his other feelings, he suddenly exclaimed, ``For the love of God, young man, betray me not for the sake of the Great Father who made us all, Jew as well as Gentile, Israelite and Ishmaelite do me no treason!
I think instead of
Lazarus at the gate, we should put the pigsty cottages outside the park-gate."
One Sunday night my mother reads to Peggotty and me in there, how
Lazarus was raised up from the dead.
The air was The Resurrection of
Lazarus, which old M.