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Tarry Thou Till I Come or Salathiel the Wandering Jew is a novel written by George Croly. The story follows the life of Salathiel, a Jewish man who is cursed with immortality after he mocks Jesus Christ on the day of his crucifixion. Salathiel is forced to wander the earth for centuries, witnessing the rise and fall of civilizations, and enduring countless tragedies and hardships. Throughout his journey, Salathiel searches for redemption and a way to break the curse that has been placed upon him. The novel is a blend of historical fiction and religious mythology, exploring themes of faith, mortality, and the human condition. It is a captivating and thought-provoking read that will leave readers pondering the mysteries of life and death.1901. With 20 full-page drawings by T. deThulstrup. Croly, Irish divine, poet and author, writes the story of the destruction of Jerusalem by Romans under Titus; and here, as in Marston, a romance of the French Revolution and the subsequent European warfare, Croly touches, on another side, the historical novelists. This remarkable historical romance begins: Tarry thou till I come. The words shot through me-I felt them like an arrow in my heart-my brain whirled-my eyes grew dim. The troops, the priests, the populace, the world, passed away from before my senses like phantoms.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.