"Now," said Caiaphas, "let our triumphal procession go through the
midst of Jerusalem."

"Where," asked the rabbi, "are his disciples? They are invited to cry
Hosanna!"

Then rushed the multitude away, crying, "Up and away off to Golgotha!
Come and see him perish on the cross! O delightful day, the enemy of
Moses is overthrown! Ha! now he has his reward! So be it done to
everyone who despises the law! He deserves the death on the cross! O
happy Passover! Now joy will return to Israel! There is an end of the
Galilean!" And so crying, with wild and savage clamor, they swept back
to the street of the Sanhedrin.

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point. All that appears is a blank line followed by the single word:]
"me?"

CHAPTER IX.

THE CRUCIFIXION.

Ye pious souls rise up and go,
With grateful penitence aglow
With me to Golgotha, and see
What shall be done your souls to free
See how the Mediator dies
The atoning death of sacrifice.

O, who can know the love that lives
In this heart now laid bare,
That kindness back for hatred gives
And saves us from despair?
Offer this love of His
Your heart's best impulses,
His cross before,
For evermore.

Thus they took Jesus and led him away, and a great multitude followed
him. And when Jesus, bearing the cross, with the thieves also bearing
their cross, was entering the street of Annas, Mary, the mother of
Jesus, with Mary Magdalene and John and Joseph of Arimathea, came down
the street by Pilate's house.

And Mary said to John, "O beloved disciple, how will it have gone with
Jesus since thou didst last see him in the house of Caiaphas?"

Then answered John, "If the priests could do as they wish, then sure
enough he would be already among the dead. But they could not carry
out the sentence without permission of the governor. But Pilate, I
hope, will not condemn him, as he has never done anything bad, but only
what is good."

Then prayed Mary Magdalene, "O Almighty God, incline the ruler's heart
to justice, that he may protect the innocent against the wiles of the
wicked."

Then said Mary, the mother of Jesus, "Whither shall we go, O friends,
oh, whither, that I may but once more see my beloved son? I must see
him, but where can I find him? Perhaps, O perhaps, he lies buried in
the deepest dungeon."

Mary Magdalene said, "Alas! the most loving of teachers