History does not record, and the mind of man cannot invent a cruelty which was not practised by the famished Jews upon other Jews suspected of the crime of having hidden food to feed themselves or their families.

Now the fearful prophecy was fulfilled, and it came about that mothers devoured their own infants, and children snatched the last morsel of bread from the lips of their dying parents.

If these things were done between those who were of one blood, what dreadful torment was there that was not practised by stranger upon stranger?
The city went mad beneath the weight of its abominable and obscene misery.

Thousands perished every day, and every night thousands more escaped, or attempted to escape, to the Romans, who caught the poor wretches and crucified them beneath the walls, till there was no more wood of which to make the crosses, and no more ground whereon to stand them.
All these things and many others Miriam saw from her place of outlook in the gallery of the deserted tower.

She saw the people lying dead by hundreds in the streets beneath.