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to be the most awful and important event of their lives; on which even the brightness of their future state in a great measure depended. This ceremony tends to exalt the devotee in his own estimation, for the superior having carefully washed and wiped their feet, kisses them ardently, and pronounces a benediction on each person. Then all the monks of the convent came and knelt on the pavement, and pressed their lips also on the feet of each happy and enviable man. Then followed an excellent supper, in which the priests waited most attentively on their visitors: cheerfulness and sociality quickly succeeded the dull ceremony; it was difficult to say, whether the tongue of monk or pilgrim went the fastest. Many a tale was told, and hardship recounted, on one hand, and vigil and marvel related on the other, till peril, privation, and distance seemed to disappear from the thoughts of both. TOMB OF ABSALOM, NEAR JERUSALEM. No temple made with hands can so lift the thoughts to heaven as the side of Olivet or Bethany, the glens of Zion or Bethlehem; the aged rocks, the rushing of the streams of thousands of years: there is a voice of wail even in the winds, as of the wailing for those we love. From the tomb of Rachel to that of Zacharias—how dark and wide is the valley of the dead! But the earth has not always covered her prey; the judges the kings, the warriors of Judah—their ashes are scattered to the winds: a few fragments of stone coffins and broken sarcophagi are all that now remain; the chambers of death are open, and swept by the blast and rain. They stood in a wild waste: the day was sultry in the extreme when we visited them; no grove was near, no shadow, no flowers, no footstep or voice but our own; we turned weary and unfeelingly away, for we had no sympathy with the scene. There was a delicious softness in the air, in the walk at sunrise down the valley of Jehoshaphat, to visit the tomb of Absalom. It was the month of April, the hour when the hills and vales around the city threw aside their covering of sorrow and ruin, and seemed once more to rejoice as in the days of old. Olivet was robed in gold and purple of exquisite hue, while more redly the beams flashed on the Mount of Calvary, the Tower of David, and the Field of Blood. The torrent of Siloam broke down the valley in a flood of light . How beautiful upon every mountain was the glory and freshness of morning! It was sad to see it sink into the heat and glare of day, increased and reflected by the many ruinous places around, and stagnant pools, and narrow wretched streets. A train of camels was advancing from Damascus or Cairo over the plain to the north, winding slowly amidst the olive-trees, to the melancholy chant of the Arab driver. How different from this inspiring air and scene was the convent of St . Salvadore in Jerusalem, where I was compelled to lodge! the massive gates were shut early, and there was no egress—no more the first beams of day awoke me, or the sound of the guitar was sweet at its close: no more the hand of kindness and taste spread my simple meal: the little window that lighted my cell was dimmed with bars of iron, and looked on a dead wall: the cold stone floor, the naked and dirty walls; the hoarse and half-suppressed voices of monks; the looks of bigotry and suspicion from a few of the more rude and ill-bred—cold, hard, hateful realities, which were sufficient, but for the strong prestige of enthusiasm, to transform the hallowed and romantic city into a prison. When my steps wander to Jerusalem again, I will abjure the gloomy gates of St Salvadore, and seek my simple and kind home on the walls, where they looked over the plain and the olive wood. The Pillar of Absalom has a most antique appearance, and is a very interesting object in the valley: it is of a yellow stone, adorned with half columns, and consists of three stages, and terminates in a kind of cupola. Its antiquity is, no doubt, very great; it is difficult to assign the period of its erection, but it most probably marks the spot of the pillar raised of old by the unfortunate prince, and was intended to perpetuate its memory. "Now Absalom in his lifetime had taken and reared up for himself a pillar, which is in the king's dale, for he said, I have no son to keep my name in remembrance; and he called the pillar after his own name: and it is called unto this day, Absalom's Place." The tomb of Zacharias, adjoining, is square, with four or five pillars, and is cut out of the rock. Near these is a sort of grotto, hewn out of an elevated part of the rock, with four pillars in front, which is said to have been the apostles' prison at the time they were confined by the rulers. The hill above is Mount Olivet. The vale or glen of Jehoshaphat was our favourite walk, and here often wandered the celebrated missionary, whose undying zeal and enterprise have procured him so just a fame. One day he was walking in the valley of Jehoshaphat with a rabbi, a zealous and stanch defender of the faith of his fathers; when, conversing on the merits of their different creeds, by degrees a warm and able altercation took place. Heedless, in the heat of the contest, of the paths over which they were straying, they approached the venerable and elegant pillar of Absalom, and stood at its foot. The sight lent wings to the controversy: to the missionary's mind it brought back the memory of the ancient glories of his people; and, animated by the impulse of the moment, he climbed up into the recess formed in the highest story of the pillar, and, looking down, challenged his adversary to continue the argument. The latter, nothing daunted by the vantage ground of his antagonist, stood beneath, and sternly confronted him; and with voices that rang loudly among the rocks of the desolate valley, they there carried on for some time their solemn and earnest argument His discourses were not always, however, so fruitless as on this occasion: some of his countrymen were moved, in spite of themselves, by his words, and the powerful and sincere manner in which they were urged. There were occasions when he was really eloquent; and his fervid imagination aided the effect of his addresses on the minds of the Orientals.