Death

continued to torment the patriarch, who was 175 years old; and at last he slept on his bed, and ki ed Death’s hand, mistaking it for that of his son, so receiving ‘the poison of death.” Michael and innumerable angels “bore away his pure soul, and placed it in the hands of the Lord; and his body was swathed in pure white linen, and buried in ‘ Dria the Black’ or Eloné- Mamre.” (From a Roum an i an text, published by Dr Gaster, who gives this interesting Apocalypse in the Transactions, Bib. Arch.