furious, seemed just here to bite with renewed ferocity, and in his agony he twisted his head to reach them behind, so as to lose his foot-hold on the little edge, and if I had not whipped him up, he must have rolled down with me, I know not how far, but far enough to kill us both. After this I had serious thoughts of taking the Jacky of my Arab, but I reflected on his stubbornness, and soon felt satisfied. Trusting to the agent at Jaffa to make every arrangement for my comfort, I had not provided any thing to take by the way, and unless my poor Arab had been more provident than I was, there must have been some suffering; but as we came out of the gate at Ramlah, he spied some water melons and procured one, which, when we came to a little spot, where there were a few Olive trees, we sat down to partake of, in the shade, and I think never did refreshment seem more needed or acceptable. When I alighted at this place, and stretched myself upon the ground, I felt as if I never could get on again; but soon we were obliged to proceed. And, now, at nine o'clock, the sun was pouring down such a tremendous body of heat, that I was glad to relieve my eyes with a pair of blue glass spectacles. What to do for my back I knew not, for though I had my umbrella I could not use it, as to hold on, brush the flies, and whip, could not be made consistent with holding an umbrella. When I began, by bruises and heat and thirst, to think that I must be left along side the road, we came to a little brook, and found a company with horses and camels waiting. We alighted, and what refreshed me even more than the water, was to find that one of them could talk French, and from him I learned that two hours

more would bring us to Jerusalem. Though after this we had to pass a frightful precipice, down which we walked, and down which my poor horse had part of the way to slide, yet none of these things moved me, now that I had unexpectedly found that we were so near my grand mark."

CHAPTER IX.

Jerusalem—Mr. Catherwood's panoramic view—Dr. Bayard's first sight of Jerusalem-the Greek convent-Garden of Gethsemane-English chapel-Holy Sepulchre-Mount of Olives-Palace of Pilate, and Mosque of OmarAmerican Missionaries Pool of Siloam-Armenian priests-English Consul-Bethlehem-Route to the Jordan-Jericho-Dead Sea-Communion Sunday-Departure from Jerusalem.

The city of Jerusalem is situated in 31° 50' north latitude, and 35° 20' east longitude; about twentyfive miles west of Jordan, 102 miles south of Damascus, and 150 north of the Eleatic gulf of the Red Sea. It was built on four hills, called Zion, Acra, Moriah, and Betheza. Indeed, the whole foundation was a high rock, formerly called Moriah, or Vision, because it could be seen afar off, especially on the south. Gen. xxii. 2-4. The mountain is a rocky limestone hill, with steep ascents on every side except on the north; surrounded with a deep valley, again encompassed with hills, in the form of an amphitheatre.

Mr. Catherwood's excellent and faithful panoramic view, the merits of which are more than once acknowledged by Dr. Bayard in his journal, has, doubtless, made most of our readers familiar with the localities and present general aspect of the Holy City. We resume the journal:

"At about half past twelve, after passing the most desolate and rocky place, far beyond Rocky Hill, near Kingston, from the brow of the mountain there was seen the Holy City of God, where

he was pleased to place his name, and where was the throne of David, and the seat of the most important events, upon which ever the sun shed his light. The reality that now presented itself, was overpowering. By an impulse strong and irresistible, I took off my hat, threw myself from my horse, and prostrate on the earth I thanked my God who had preserved me to see the birth-place of our immortal hopes, the Holy City of my God. And oh! I did fervently pray to receive his blessing in this my pilgrimage. When I entered the gate, poor sinner as I was, I felt as if I could have gone upon my hands and knees to the consecrated places which were the scene of my dear Master's sufferings and sorrows. But now exhausted nature required repose, and after patiently enduring the stupidity of my muleteer, who could not find anybody to leave me with, I fortunately met a gentleman in European dress, whom I accosted, and soon discovered, to my great joy, that he could speak English. 'Be kind enough, then, my dear sir, to show me some place where I may rest till I can have my letters delivered. Where is the English Consul, sir?' 'I am he,' says my agreeable stranger, Mr. Young. So he took me to my present quarters, the Greek convent, where I have a comfortable bed, and every thing clean, which is a great comfort.

Sunday, 26th.-I awoke early, much refreshed, and, after prayer, went to the garden of Gethsemane, a place so consecrated that it was lovely in my eyes. Though many other places have more verdure and more decoration, yet here the olive trees standing around, and the certainty that here the Redeemer prayed and sweat, as it were, great drops of blood in his agony; oh! it is clothed with a beauty and

interest by these recollections that art can never render. Near this spot, where they say Simeon took Jesus in his arms, a locality palpably erroneous, here, in a deep cave under ground, the Romanists have constant prayers; and although I could not there go down upon my knees, yet when I got among the olive trees of Gethsemane I did with all my heart offer my morning sacrifice, which I purpose to do every morning while I stay. I walked part of the way up the Mount of Olives, and tried to realize that there my Saviour had walked and prayed, and wept, and preached. I returned from this most interesting scene by seven. After breakfast I received a polite note from Mr. Nicolayson, the English clergyman, saying his servant would wait on me to church. He had called yesterday, and much refreshed me by his kind attentions; so I got ready and accompanied the servant. The service had commenced. There were about a dozen present, among whom was Miss L-, from America. I am to help him in the communion, and preach next Sunday. After dinner, who should come to my room but Miss Lto take me to Calvary and to the Holy Sepulchre ; so away I went with my female Cicerone, and there beneath the superincumbent pile of massive buildings, they show you an enclosed throne, with lamps burning constantly, where they say are the identical spots so venerable, and invested with such holy and affecting reminiscences. As I approached I bowed myself to the earth, and at length lay upon the polished marble, bathed in tears to think that even for my sins that precious death was borne. My sins gave sharpness to the nails, and pointed every thorn.' Never while life lasts shall I forget the