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CAVE OF THE SCHOOL OF THE PROPHETS. This is situated in the declivity of Mount Carmel, above the road to Cesarea; it is lofty, and appears to be a natural excavation, and not hewn out by human labour. Through its arched doorway comes the only light, which is insufficient for the spacious interior. During the Easter season, a lamp is suspended from the roof. Even were no hallowed remembrances attached to this spot, its aspect and situation would repay a visit. Turks are often found here, as full of veneration as the Christian; and the pilgrim, from his distant country of Spain, Italy, or Austria, who makes the round of all the saintly places with a stock of faith that is never exhausted: pale, wearied, yet excited, he gazes wistfully on the dim masses of rock, on which the lamp casts a funereal glare. The cave is more like a sepulchre than a place of abode and instruction. The Latin, the Greek, and the Armenian also come here from Jerusalem, as the adjacent convent offers hospitality for a night Indeed, there is hardly in Palestine a monastic retreat so tempting to the traveller and pilgrim as this of Carmel, where a few days may be memorably spent The mountain offers many a splendid view from its summit, and many a secluded and romantic scene in its bosom: deep and verdant precipices, descending into lonely glens, through which a rivulet is seen dashing wildly; a shepherd and his flock on the long grassy slopes, that afford at present as rich pasture ground as in the days when Nabal fed his herds in Carmel. While barrenness is on every side, and the curse of the withered soil is felt on hill, valley, and shore, this beautiful mountain seems to retain its ancient " excellency" of flowers, trees, and a perpetual verdure. Immediately around this cave are grey rocks, with a sprinkling of vegetation: beneath, is the sea, with many a sail on its bosom; passengers, merchants, and traders are in the path between the mountain and the sea, journeying to Jaffa. It is beautiful to stand at the door of the cave, and gaze on this scene; and then turn within, and call up the images and memories of the time when Elias made this his resting-place. To Carmel he loved to come more than to any other scene: bordering on the sea, and remote from the capitals of Israel and Judah, it offered an undisturbed place of retirement and contemplation. Perhaps its security and remoteness might also recommend this cavern in times of persecution, as a suitable retreat for the sons of the prophets. What a scene for a painter!—the little band of the faithful witnesses in Israel, gathered together in this cave, lamenting the falling away of the people from God, the altars cast down, and their fathers slain; and waiting anxiously the arrival of the mighty Prophet, their Instructor and Friend. The air of this region is remarkably healthful, and favourable to the old age of the recluses who have since often inhabited this place, though not so well lodged as the present Carmelites. There are fragments of walls still visible, where a monastery formerly stood. It was an impressive exile, to which no fascinations of the world could ever approach—its distant and restless hum could never be heard: the murmur of the sea, and the cry of the eagle from the rocks above, were the only sounds that broke on the silence. Some way farther down there is a basin of water, filled by a stream that flows down the declivity; and around the brink are found various stones of a singular kind, closely resembling different species of fruit; they are crystallized, and many of them very beautiful, some of them solid, and others hollow: this effect may be caused by the peculiar property of the water. These stones are gathered, and offered for sale to the pilgrim and the traveller on many parts of the coast. In the evening, when the sun is going down in its eastern glory, and its red light falls through the portal, it is very impressive to be here. The wayfaring man might tarry here for a night, as the walls are dry, the floor clean, and no bats dwell within as in the Egyptian sepulchres. When the lamp is nearly expired, and the thoughts are weary with loneliness, it is delightful to return to the convent above, to the society of the cheerful monks, the social roof, the pleasant chambers, and the bed whose linen is white as snow. Among the figures in the group, there is a pilgrim in his scalloped hat, a priest in his white garments, a mountaineer with his musket slung across his shoulder, and several Turks—all mingling together civilly and kindly, as if they felt that the character of the place forbade uncharitableness and discord. This cavern is of much larger size than the one in Horeb, where Elijah lodged when he fled from Jezebel, and went a journey of forty days and forty nights in the wilderness. The homes of this messenger of heaven were in general in solitary retreats: even to the widow of Zarephath he did not go till the brook Cherith dried up. The retreat in Horeb was the most savage and solemn in its aspect: sad precipices, defiles, and sands, in place of the green declivities and smiling pastures of Carmel. The sublimity of the scene was suited to the terrific display of Divine power, when "the strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks; and after the wind, an earthquake; and after the earthquake, a fire." The cave in Horeb is some way up the declivity of the mountain; and, in a region where retreats of this kind are rare, tradition has preserved it as the spot which was the refuge of the prophet, How sublime is the picture of the solitary man, an exile from his native land, after a journey of so many days and nights without a pause! Thus calm in the presence of his God, and fearless amidst the terrors around him, sorrowing not for himself, but for the forsaken covenant, the ruined altars, and the prophets slain with the sword!Our Arab guide led us with great veneration to this cave in Horeb: it is the only one in the vicinity, and is of small dimensions; it is as desolate a place of refuge as the fancy can conceive; one to which neither the revenge of woman, nor the cruelty of man, would ever dream of pursuing its victim. No tree gives its shade, no brook or pool is nigh to quench the thirst, not a shrub grows on the soil. It is singular that a considerable part of the surrounding surface is covered with shivered pieces of rock and cliff, as if the words still allowed a literal fulfilment, "a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks." It is a spot in which discontent and sadness might easily gather on the spirit, even of the most tried and faithful! What a contrast to the

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