ughter,
dire disease, horrid, polluting, is handed down, a certain legacy,
making the body loathsome, and likening the divine face of man to a
melancholy ape. Oh! the silent sadness, the inexpressible melancholy
of those wan, thoughtless, shapeless, boneless, leaden faces! To them
no happy daily labour brings rest and appetite; their lot forbids
them work, as it forbids all other blessings. No; on their dunghills
outside their cabins there they sit in the sun, the mournfullest
sight one might look on, the leper parents with their leper children,
beggars by inheritance, paupers, outcasts, mutilated victims,--but
still with souls, if they or any round them did but know it.

There also, directly facing him, was the Mount Moriah, also inside
the walls, where Solomon built the house of the Lord, "where the Lord
appeared unto David his father, in the place that David had prepared,
in the threshing-floor of Ornan the Jebusite." For this city,
Jerusalem, had, in still more ancient days, before the thought of
that temple had come into men's minds, been the city Jebus, a city
even then fenced up, and here had been the threshing-floor which
Ornan tendered to David without price, but which the king bought for
six hundred shekels of gold.

Yes; here before him as he sat was the site of that temple, Solomon's
temple, "exceeding magnificent, of fame and glory throughout all
countries," of which David had been worthy only to collect the
materials. The site! nay, but there were the very stones themselves.

Seen from that hill, the city seems so close that you may lay your
hand upon it. Between you and it (you, if ever you should happily
come to sit there) lies that valley of Jehoshaphat, in which Miss
Todd is going to celebrate her picnic. This is the valley in which
the Jews most love to have themselves buried; as there, according
to them, is the chosen site of the resurrection: and thus they who
painfully journeying thither in their old age, and dying there can
there be buried, will have no frightful, moles'-work, underground
pilgrimage to detain them when that awful trumpet shall once more
summon them to the upper world.

The air, in Syria there, is thin and clear, clouded by no fogs; and
the lines of the wall and the minarets of the mosque are distinct and
bright and sharp against the sky, as in the evening light one looks
across from one hill to the other. The huge stones of the wall now
standing, stones which made part of tha