New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-01-05

rod from the carpenter and thrust it into
the hand of Jesus. Jesus took it from him
with courtesy and word of thanks. and
the centurion in establishment fell back
with an oath. The soldiers paused in their
cruel game Jesus, sitting erect in the
military cloak, looked round on them. and
In ms WEAKNESS and bravery there was a
simplicity that pierced even those hardened
men. They fell silent, and Longinus. too.
Knocked no more, but said:
Perhaps, boys, that's enough. We'd bet
ter get on with the scourging. III release
the other men," and he went away. The
soldiers on duty came forward and took
the red cloak from Jesus Then thew
stripped him to the loin-cloth and piled
his clothes on the pillar. By this time
Longinus had returned with the two other
condemned men. One of them fought and
struggled, and the soldiers had to drag him
along. When they began to strip him he
Dit and tore, and it took several men to
overpower him. The other walked quietly
to his place beside Jesus and submitted to
be stripped without a movement. His bodv
looked wofully thin when the soldiers
took his rags from him, and suddenly he
said reproachfully to them:
ut was for hunger l stole. Will you
cruelty me for that?"
The soldiers were taken aback. and one
of them said, gruffly:
at is not our fault Orders must DO
obeyed."
The man was silenced, but when he saw
a soldier come out of the barracks carry
ing new leather scourge with rough
pieces Of lead tied in every thong, wild
fear leapt into his eyes and his starved
body twitched all over in terror.
81 cannot bear it'll / cannot bear it'll" he
cried aloud.
Jesus stretched out his hand and
touched him, saying:
ut is but part of the sorrow Of all the
world. Let us bear it bravely. 1t is for
God"
The man, hearing a beautiful voice,
turned in establishment, and when he saw
the face Of Jesus so worn and blood
stained his eyes suddenly filled with tears,
and he said:
"You have had your own bad time,
brother"
But the other prisoner who had heard
said savagely to Jesus:
"You think yourself great, don't your
I've heard Of your setting yourself up to
be king. You ought to be crucfed; but
what have we done to deserve it,"
At this Longinus cried out for silence
and ordered the soldiers to lead them away
into the inner court where the scourging
pillars stood.
did not see Jesus scourged. I could not
bear it, l went down the gangway and
into the courts of the Temple My soul
numb. There was no feeling left in
me, though l saw each object with such
distinctness that the polished slabs on the
walls of the Antonio up which the assault
was possible, the graded stairway with its
stone traverses to keep the feet from slip
ping, and the great flags Of the pavement
that sat looking down on, live in my mind
to this day. l was still in this palsy when
l saw Judas come across the Court He
did not seem real to me, but like a figure
seen in dream, but, nevertheless, called
out:
"Judasl Is that your
He came nearer, and I, still in dream,
said: "What is it, Judas? You look like
death"
At that Judas came close to me, and
cried out, bitterly:
ooh, man. can you not see what has hap
pened to me? A door has opened in me
and I have seen my own soul What is
there left for me but death? l have told
them, yea, in their very sanctuary, that