Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-07-15
The First View of Jerusalem.

IN the holy Land" by w. @. Prime
Esq, we take the following description
ct emotion natural to first SIGHT ofthe
Holy City
After few steps forward, our worn
out horses stumbling rather than GAL
Looping over the rocky path, and crown
ed with mosque and minaret, was be-
fore us in the distance, which my heart
knew by instinct to be the Mountain of
Ascension. l raised myselfin my stir
rups, and turning to Miriam, shouted,
The Mount OF Olives ?" and waved
my hand toward it-and then as look
ed again, beheld, magnificent in the
light OF the setting sun, the walls of Je-
rusalem.
had thought of that moment for
years, IN waking and sleeping dreams.
had asked myself a hundred times
What will you do when your weary
eyes rest on these holy walls ?" Some
times | thought should cry out aloud,
as did the pilgrims of old times, and
sometimes that | should kneel down on
the road, as did the valiant men who
marched with Godfrey and Richard.
DuI ala neither.
My horse stopped in the road, as if he
knew that all our haste had been for this
and murmured to myself, s'Deus vult,
and my eyes filed with tears, and
through them l gazed at the battlements,
and the towers, and minarets Of the city.
One by one the party rode up, and each
in succession paused
There were our Mahommedan SER
wants, Latin monk who had Joined us
little back, two Armenians and Jew
IN our cortege. besides ourselves who
were Protestants-and all alike gazed
with oyerf1owing eyes ON that spot, to-
ward which the longing hearts of SO
many millions Of the human race turns
daily with devout affection. We spoke
no word aloud. One rushing wave OF
thought swept over all our souls.
stood on 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 before fixed in
my mind, but the fast flowing tears for
babe my succeeding. The more | gaz-
ed the more I could see; and at length,
gathering close around my face the folds
OF my coufea, sprang into the saddle
and led the advance toward the gates Of
the city,
The first morning in Jerusalem was a
time forever to be remembered. When
the sun came up aboyethe Mount of Oh
ives, was standing on the eastern side
OF the city without the walls, on the
brow Of the Valley Of Jehosaphat, look
ing down into its gloomy depths and up
to the hill that was hallowed by the last
footsteps of Christ.
could not sleep. 1t was in vain to
think oft or attempt it. Broken snatch
es Of slumber, dreamy and restless at
the best, but mostly broad awake
thoughts, fancies, and memories, oceu-
| pied the whole night. Weary and ex-
hausted as was by the previous days
travel, I-could not compose my mind
sufficiently to take the rest actually re-
|quired
ltwas but little after the break Of day
that | strolled to the gate of st. Stephen
ESQ called now, though formerly known
as the gate of Lady Mary, because of
its leading to the Virgins tomb), and
finding il open already, passed out
among the Moslem graves that covered
the Hill of Moriah, outside the walls,
and sitting down on one Of them, await
ed in silence the coming of the sun.
And it came.
L had seen the dawn come over the
forestof the Delaware country in the
sublime Winter mornings.
"When last nights hangs lightly on the trees
And all the cedars and pines are white
With the new glory
/ had seen the morning come I'D over
the prairies of Minnesota, calm and ma
!jesdc, along the far horizon. I had seen
it in golden glory on the sea, in soft
splender in Italy, in rich efulgence on
the Libyan desert
But l never saw such morning as
that before, nor shall ever see another
such in this cold world.
AT first there was flush, faint, but
beautiful light, like halo, above the ho-
| ly mountain. Right there away lay
Bethany and / could think it the radi-
ance of the rising of Martha's brother.
But the flush became a CLEAN, a glow;
an opening heaven of deep, strong light
that did not dazzle or bewilder. [ look
ed into it, and was lost in it, as one is
lost that gazes into the deep-loving eye
of the woman he worships. 1t seemed
as if had but to wish and / should be
away in the atmosphere that was SO glo-
rious. Strong cords of desire seemed
drawing me thither. / even rose to my
feet and leaned forward over the carved
turban of Mussulman's tomb. /
breathed strong full inspirations as if /
could breathe in that glory.
All this while, deep in the gloom of
the valley between me and the Mount of
Ascension, lay the Hebrew dead of all
centuries, quiet, calm, solemn in their
slumbers.
REV. THEODORE PARKER ON CHAR
LoTTE CUsHArAN's LADY MACBETH
GA thousand years ago your and my
Saxon forefathers, living, in mean how
els, for their sport and mimic battles,
wherein with quarter slaves, or spears,
or swords, men laid at each other in
their savage JOY, and were often hurt
and sometimes slain. Looking at the
bowling wilderness of amusement, who
could have foreseen the time when, in
another land, peopled by other Saxons
in Boston-two thousand christians
should came together in theatre, pay
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