The Newtown bee., 1895-04-12
NUMBER l5.

and the fires were kept constantly burn
 ing. Hence, we can readily see how thif I place came to be a fit illustration of the
 abode of the lost as the place "where the
 worm dieth not and the fire Is not quench- ed."
 The Church of the Holy sepulchre is 8 very ancient structure. It is supposed to enclose the hill where the three crosses stood and the tomb of Joseph of Arima- thea in which the Saviour's body was buried; but. what shakes one's belief most violently is the fact that it encloses almost everything else. There are some 9 shrines within it's walls, each commemorating some holy thing. Here is the tomb of Adam2 Mark Twain tells us that when he stood by this tomb of his lamented ancestor, who came to so untimely an end, he could not restrain his great grief. And in another spot near by is the skull of Adam; and here again is said to be the spot from which
 GOD TOOK THE EARTH
 with which Adams body was formed. In another shrine are shown you the marks in the stone made by the falling tears of Mary as she wept by the Cross; and the tears prints are as regularly and evenly formed as if they were made by the chisel-as they were. However much disgust these foolish superstitions may awaken, we cannot avoid some reverence for the spot for the possession of which the mailed Knights contended through centuries with the fierce Sara cens. .and. for which the Crusaders poured out their blood.
 Outside the city walls, beyond St Stephens Gate, beside the road that n n 4-t- mound, generally known as Gordon's hill, which is regarded by the English church and by most modern scholars as the true Calvary. It was very restful one beautiful morning during our stay in Jerusalem to climb this knoll and let our thoughts wander back to the tre- mendous tragedy that occurred there. Easily could we imagine the tumultuous throng pressing along the road and wag- ging their heads as they gazed upon the mute sufferer; and not far away was Mary. last at the Cross and first at the opened tomb; and all around were the scribes and the false rulers of the peo- pie, gloatiDg over the fact that their heinous deed was done.
 "There is a green hlil far away,
 Without a city wall;
 Where the dear Lord was erucified,
 Who died to save us all."
 There was no other good ugh
 To pay the price of sin;
 He only could unlock the gate
 Of Heaven and let us in-"
 Following about through the narrow streets of the city, our dragoman brought us to part of the outer wall where it is very high.
 THE LOWEST STONES in the wall here are believed to have been foundation stones in the great Temple of Solomon. This is the famous Wailing-Place of the Jews. While we stood there, we beheld & pitiful sight. Some old Jews, men ard women, were leaning with their heads pressed closely against the wall, kissing the stones and mumbling over some doleful strains. This is their sorrowful strain: "For the palace that lies desolate, for the palace that is destroyed, for the walls that are overthrown, for the majesty that is de- parted, we sit in solitude and mourn. Haste, haste, Redeemer of Zioni May beauty and majesty surround Zion, May peace and joy abide with Zion, and the branch of Jesse spring up at Jerusa- lem l' But the Branch has sprung up at Jerusalem and it has grown iato q great Vine, and it's leaves are now for the healing of the nations, and it's shad- ow covers the earth; and the pity is that the Jews know it not, but still sit in their desolate and ruined city and vail in dreary corner while the light of truth streams through the earth.
 ON THE SUMMIT OF MOUNT MoRIAH is the beautiful mosque of Omar. This stands on the most historic spot in the world. It is chiefly notable for the great natural rock in the centre which it encloses. This rock is 57 feet long, 43 feet wide and rises six and oHe-half above the surrounding pavement. It is quite probable that this was the thresh- ing-fioor of Arannah the Jebusite tshieh David bought for place of sacrifice. Here, too, Abraham may have brought his son Isaac to offer him to God in ans wer to His command. This rock was undoubtedly covered by the great Tenn pie of Solomon and perhaps formed the great altar of sacrifice; indeed, & hole is pointed to now through which the blood of the sacrificial victims flowed down to the waste channel below. Of course, the Moslems have not been content 10 abide with historical facts, but have in- vested the place with puerile traditions. From here, they say, Mohammed was carried on the back of his marvellous steed to Heaven; and, since the rock WAS tdScE IO lOlloW plOpaCN. the angel Gabriel was compelled to hold it down with his hands. This being so, the impression of the angels hands on the rock must be shown, and there it is, The old prophet, too, did not succeed in getting away clear from the earth, for his head touched the rock, and there is the hole which this touch made. Wheth- CT the head was hurt the more or the rock, the Moslems have omitted to state. Think of the great prophet of God com ing with a swelled head into Heaven.
 And so one must
 GO THROUGH ALL PALESTINE sitting the true from the false, picking the kernel of fact from the mass of tra- dition. One cannot help but think how different all this is from what Jesus would have wished. He wished not for show, He laid no stress upon site or place; little Bethlehem of Judaea was chosen for His birthplace and the humble dwelling of Mary and Martha for His home. He walked through this land, but let us not therefore prostrate ourselves upon the soil and kiss the stones; let us rather have the truth sink more deeply within us that God came through Christ to earth, to touch it's woe, to unburden its sin, to heal it's broken hearts, and to show us that God is not far away careless of what we do, but that He feels for us and loves us more than earthly parents do.
 The loyeliest spot about Jerusalem is Olivet, or, as we all know it, the Mount of Olives. We climbed it on our horses, going across the little brook Kedron, by the site of Gethsemane, and up the hills sloping side. Somewhere near this spot Jesus stood and looked over the beauti- ful city, the city which was soon to re- feet it's king and whose walls were to fall beneath the strokes of the Roman battering-rain. The city is beautiful from this spot now; the filth of It's streets is not seen, but only it's numer- ous minaIets and domes. Now we see the city that inspired the patriots heart. that warmed into full passion
 THE sAvIOUR's LOVE.