The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-01-19
THE SUMMIT OF OLIVET.
CONGRESSMAN cox's DESCRIPTION OF THE
RIDE UP THE MOUNT OF OLIVES.

CONGRESSMAN COX s DESCRIPTION OF THE
RIDE UP THE MOUNT OF OLIVES.
We reach the summit of Olivet. Leav-
ing for the present the old tower on the
| left, the tombs of the prophets on the
| right and "ruins" near the brow of the
mountain We go to the old crowning
mosque. There is a shiek here, too.
He is in command and levies his tribute.
They all do. Near is church to COM
memorate the ascension. After our
guide has embraced and kissed his sLeik
| also we mount the dark winding stairs
of this minaret. 1t is called Tur. The
wind blows quite cool. The view on
every point is superb. II is the finest
prospect about Jerusalem, az it is seen
from every part of the city. So from it
all the prominent objects are visible.
Below us Immediately are the trim ter
races, where corn is sometimes raised on
lodges of rock; but the olive trees are not
plentiful but sporadic. There are
enough of them even unto this day to
| vindicate the name of olivet. There is
clear sky. No haze obscures the sight.
The mountain is ridge, and rises above
Mount Moriah some 220 feet. The walls
of the city and octagonal mosque on the
temples right, and few expresses and
the dark dome seen under US, though
across the deep ravine. Here Jerusalem
and its churches and holy places is in
| deed 'sgolden" Jerusalem. From Steph-
ems to the Golden Gate to the southeast
corner, the magnifcence of the eastern
walls is appreciated in all their beauty
and strength. We cannot see the tombs
on the hither side of the Valley of Jehos-
aphat, nor the multitude of flat Jewish
gravestones awaiting removal when the
dry bones of Ezekiel she'll rattle for the
| Judgment; but the massive masonry of
the old wall shows grandly, although 100
feet of it is still concealed by piles of
rubbish. The city in its four elevations,
with their angles and gardens, towers
and domes, stand out and up in its lights
and shades. Wrap your coat about you
| for it is cold on the minaret, and take
your glass for the far off eastern view.
| Not yet-wait. Below you to the east,
is the beginning of that "Wilderness of
Judea," which no one that saw the Sa-
hara around Damascus can mistake for a
smiling land. Over white, hot hills, and
over gray, verdureless wales, in involu-
| tions and convolutions, and swathed in
simmering sunshine, the bleak landscape
| descends for miles, until it melts into the
valley of the Jordan, whose course can
be traced by its zone of greenery. The
glare is not so great in mid afternoon to
see the line of the valley or the dark line
of the river as it enters the starkstili
Dead Sea, portion of which, like q
blush cadaver in an immense sarcop-
| hagus, is discovered between the brown
hills and cliffs of the intervening wilder
ness and the range on the horizons verge.
A few olives break the sameness of the
color till the pale azure of the Dead Sea
| is reached by the vision. Above it is a
massive wall so remote as to seem like an
exhalation, and yet so near that its shad-
ows and ridges appear. These noun
tains are fifty miles away. They are the
| ever beauteous mountains of Moab.
The truth is that Olivet is not half
hours walk, and even if the ascension
were at Bethany, which is beyond Oliyet,
is not an hour away. But whatever be
the fact, Olivet is holy ground. 1t was
chosen by the Savior for his most con-
fding utterances. Was it not here that
He talked of what would befall Jerusa-
lem, His disciples and Himsel2 Was it
not here that He spoke some of the wis
est parallels and prayed and rested at
evening, after turmoil and toll of the
city and day2 Was it here that He ago.
nized and gave up His own will to do
His Fathers will? If His ascension was
at Bethany, certainly He passed-even
as we are now passing-over Olivet to
reach Bethany.
On the summit of Olvet we find a
newly built cloister for nuns. It was
built by French princess, Nine. La
tour d d'Auvergne, and is to be eventually
her tomb. 1t is said to be the spot where
our Savior taught his disciples how to
pray. In the inner court of the clois-
ter is arranged, on little tables, the
Lords prayer in thirty three different
languages. AS We enter, our Spanish
pilgrims crowd the court and surround
the tomb of the princess. A life-size
figure in white marble lies at full length
over the sarcophagus, and is said to be a
good likeness. The face and figure are
those of a beautiful woman, angelic in
death. Sweet lavender and other flowers
ornament the garden and give their
aroma to the shaded walks, and all is in
neat and dainty contrast with the dirt
and slovenliness of the city. The prin-
cess is absent now on a visit to France,
her native country, but her workmen are
perfecting her future mausoleum.
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