The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-05-05

Ger his path, and not DER me.
Wheresoe'r that loved one be!
The Tomb OF Lazarus and the Gar
den OF Gethscmnne.
The Rev. r. A. Holland is con-
tributing to the Louisville Courier, a
series of letters from the Holy Land :,
which he has been exploring for
some time past. We publish below
graphic pictures of the .'Tomb of
Lazarus" and "The Garden of Geth-
semane," from one of his letters:
THE TOMB OF LAZARUS.
The path is precipitous. We dis
mount and lead our horses down.
We have reached the tomb of Laza-
rus. We enter by low opening,
and feel our way down O long wind.
ing dilapidated staircase to q small
chamber, the walls of which are
partly plastered, partly the naked
rock of the cavern. From this
chamber q few steps lead into low
vault, L imagiue not moro than nine
feet square. Therein 10y the body
of Lazarus. The closeness of the
atmosphere limits our inspection to q
mere glance. We retire to the larger
room, and sitting upon the floor,
Bible in hand, one of us reads aloud
by candle light, st. Johns account of
the miracle and of the Saviour's in
tercourse with those whom it most
affected. How touchingly simple,
how surprisingly beautiful that Cos
pei sounds, when read on the spot it
commentaries. The past tense be-
comes the present. The scene is not
finished, but transpiring. Right there
in that cell the corpse has been lying
four days, every day Mary has been
here to weep. The noise of CONVEX
sation, as of many persons. above, I
began to hear.
A shadow is in the door. 1t is
His. The long expected and prayed
for has come from beyond Jordan.
His mellow voice, tremulous with
emotion, but loud with authority,
peals down the arched staircase and
echoes among these sepulchral walls,
lazarus come forth" 1t goes deep
beyond, reaching into the regions Of
death. Hush! do you hear the rust
ling? See! he comes stopping,
"bound hand and foot with grave
clothes and his face bound about
with napkin" Slowly he mounts
the steps. He is on the threshold.
He has passed out under the sky.
Listen again! Loose him and let
him gol And Lazarus. the dead
brother, no longer dead, is in the
arms of his bereaved sister, no
longer bereaved. Neighbors gather
around and passionately greet him.
Bethany is glad. The news flies
throughout the land. Crowds come
from Jerusalem to see the man" who
has wrought the wonder, and believe
him God.
Reluctantly do we tear ourselves
from the hallowed place. We go
from the grave to the house of
Mary and Martha, and that of Simon
the leper, where, while Jesus sat at
supper, Mary anointed his feet with
costly spikenard, and wiped them
with her hair; and, as the room then
was, even SO to-day, the world is
"filled with the odor of the oint-
ment."
THE GARDEN OF GETHsEMANE.
We return to Gethsemane, over
the Southern shoulder of Olivet, by
the road Messiah followed on the
morning of his triumphal entry into
Jerusalem. Our raps are more sue
cessful this time than before, for the
heavy iron gate soon swings open
with creak, exhibiting the tonsured
head of Padre Louis, who invites us
into the garden. 1t disappoints nj
first There is too much Of art, too
little of nature. The happy medium,
so desirable and so rarely obtained,
between culpable neglect and exces-
sive care, is not found here. The
fancy which has already prepared q