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Memoirs of the Life of Artemi of Wagarschapat, Near Mount Ararat, in Armenia

Memoirs of the Life of Artemi of Wagarschapat, Near Mount Ararat, in Armenia

Artemi

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ISBN10: 115011388X
ISBN13: 9781150113888
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 80
Weight: 0.35
Height: 0.17 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: ... as a volunteer, with the secret determination? of quitting my country for ever. This intention I could not conceal from my mother, and therefore went to take leave of her. My chief hope to obtain her consent to my departure rested on the recapitulation of what I had already endured, and what I still suffered and might expect to suffer here at home. I urged, moreover, that should the Shah actually take Erivan, he would, according to custom, demand a number of prisoners from each town, and I should certainly be placed first on the list, as I had hitherto been on all unpleasant occasions: if, on the other hand, 1 now went away with professors of my own religion, I should withdraw myself in time from every imminent danger, --adding, that I never should forget all her maternal affection, and the education she had given me, but be as anxious to do alt that lay in my power, even in a foreign land, for her benefit as for my own. All my arguments, however, were rejected, for my good mother could not bear the thought of parting from me. With her usual warmth of temper, she now strove to retain me by her malediction, but I had, if I may so express it, a desperate resolution. My situation operated upon me more powerfully than any persuasions, and away 1 went with the caravan of pilgrims. Scarcely had we reached the wood of Elgon on the bank of the Arak, when we perceived at a distance a troop of about a hundred Persians riding towards us. They were commanded by the eldest son of the Sultan of Makin, near which the convent of St. Thaddaeus, mentioned above, is situated. Escape was impossible; they soon overtook us, and as our pilgrims were Turkish subjects, they demanded five ducats per head, which were immediately paid them. Our caravan ought not to have submitted so ...

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