Weekly Trinity journal., 1857-08-29

the city. One by Que the party roue up, anu
each in succession paused.
There were our Mohammedan servants, q
Latin monk who had joined us . little way back,
two Armenians, and Jew in our cortege, beside
ourselves, who were Protestants-and oil alike
gazed with overiowing eyes on that spot, toward
which the longing hearts Of so many millions OF
the human race turn daily with devout affection:
We spoke no word aloud. One rushlng wave OF
thought swept over all our souls.
"l stood in the road my hand on my horses
neck and with my dim eyes sought to trace the
outlines Of the holy places which had long be-
fore fixed in my mind but the fast flowing tears
forbade my succeeding. The more gazed the
more could not see and at length gathering
close around my face the folds of my coufea,
sprang into the saddle, and led the advance to-
ward the gates of the city"
The subjoined passage is u forciblc example Of
the emotional feeling of which we have spoken.
1t is the writer's first morning in Jerusalem
"Thc first morning in Jerusalem was time
forever to be remembered. When the sun came
nm above the Mount of Olives was standing on
the eastern side of the city. without the walls,
on the brow of the valley of Jehoshaphat, look
ing down into its gloomy depths and up TO the
hill that was hallowcd by the last footsteps Of
CHRIST.
Il could not sleep. 1t was vain to think OF il
or attempt it. Broken snatches of slumber.
dreamy ana RESTLESS ~ tue Dtst put Hosty piouu
awake thoughts, fancies, feelings, and memories
occupied the entire night Weary and exhausted
as was by the previous days travel could not
compose my mind sufficiently to take the rest
actually required.
at was but little after the break of day
that | slroled down to the gate OF st. stephen,
$50 called now. though formerly known as gate
of the Lady Mary, because Of its leading to the
VIRGIN'S tomb and finding it open already pas
sed out among the Moslem graves that cover the
hill of Morah outside the walls, and sitting
down on one of them, waited in silence the COM
ing Of the sun. And 1t came.
II had seen the dawn come over the forest OF
the Delaware country, in the sublime winter
mornings,
When last nights snow hangs lightly on the trees,
And all the ccdars and tho pines are white
With the new glory
had seen the morning come mp over the prairics
of Minnesota, calm and majcstic along the far
horizon. | had seen it in golden glory on the
sea- in soft splendor in Italy, in rich ulgence
over the Libyan desert.
But never saw such morning as that be-
fore nor shall ever see another such in this cold
world.
"At first there was flush, a faint but beautl-
full light like halo, above the holy mountain.
Right there-away lay Bethany, and could think
it the radiance of the bursting tomb oil Martha's
brother But the flush became CLEAN, glow,
an opening heaven vi uPcpi stIonp llRHl tn"I u'u
not dazzle nor bcwilder. | looked into 1t and
was lost in it, as one is lost that gazes into the
deep loving eyes of the woman he worshps. 1t
seemed as if | bad but to wish and | should be
away in the atmosphere that was so glorious.
Strong cords of desire seemed drawing me tbithcr
| even rose to my feet and leaned forward over
the carved turban on a Mussulmans tomb.
breathed strong full Inspirations, us il l could
breathe in that glory.
"All this while, deep in the gloom of the val
ley between me and the Mount of Ascension lay
the Hebrew dead Of all the centuries, calm
solemn in their sumber. The glory did not
reach down to their low graves yet thought
almost aloud. that if that radiance could but
once touch those stones, heavy as they were,
the d cad would spring to life, even the doubly
lead who lie in that valley of the tombs.
"A las for the dead whose grave the morning
radiance from the mountain OF the LORDS ascen-
sion will never reach Alas for the sealed lips
of earth that viii ne yer be kissed to opening by
those rays
"Then came the round sun il seemed but an
instant after the morningstar had sunk into the
blue and then the full sunli ght poured across
the hills Of Judea, on the battlements OF Jeru-
salem.
Then once more bowed my head. It is no
shame to have wept ia Palestine. / wept when
| saw Jerusalem, wept when lay in the star
light at Bethlehem wept on the blessed shores
OF Galiee. My hand was no less firm on the
rein, my finger did not tremblc on the trigger OF
my pistol when rode with il in my right hand
along the shore of the blue sea. My eye was
not dimmcd by those tears, nor my heart in
aught weakened. Let him who would sneer at
my emotion close this volume here, for he will
find little to his taste in my journeyings through
the Holy Land"