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tombment. I listen to all the guide and the books
and then believe what I please of the traditions.
Every incident connected with the crucifixion, burial, and resurrection, is here localized; they show you the spot on which the cross stood, where the penitent thief was crucified, where the scourging, the mocking, and the anointing occurred, and where Christ appeared to his mother after the resurrection. A pillar, an altar, or something else marks all these places. The sepulchre is the shrine and heart of all. It is a small vault with a dome roof, covered with marble, and worn by the unshod feet and reverent kisses of countless millions of pilgrims for fifteen centuries. Forty-three gold and silver lamps burn constantly over it, and the air is ever perfumed by incense. The most touching scene to me, in this marvellous place, was the simultaneous worship in various languages and confessions. The Greek, the Copt, the Armenian, and the Romanist gravitate to their particular altars, and each worships in his own language. To a stranger, all seems confusion, but to the worshipper this is not
The Via Dolorosa leads down from the church towards St. Stephen's Gate.
Every step you take has some tradition to make the place sacred. On reaching the gate, the Mount of Olives bursts upon you; at its base is the white wall enclosing Gethsemane and its great and gnarled old olives ; just beyond it, though hidden from view, is Bethany, -sweet in association, but a more filthy village I have never walked through ; right before you is the valley of Jehoshaphat, and in it the Pools of Bethesda and Siloah. The valley of Hinnom joins it at Joab’s Well. These valleys I hope to walk through and examine slowly, and, indeed, to see all that is of interest in the city and suburbs. I have already been to Bethany twice, and gone through the great Mosque of Omar. This is, of course, a Mohammedan sanctuary, and nothing but a government permit and a high fee will give you, Christian as you are, admittance to the sacred ground on which it stands. It crowns Mount Moriah, which David bought of Ornan for six hundred shekels of gold, and where Solomon built his temple. Stanley and Grove do not think this, but Mount Gerizim in Samaria, to be the place where Abraham was commanded to offer Isaac; but it will be some time before they win many to their thinking. When in this land, I cannot read without some vexation the discussions of the critics, but feel quite content—and really only content to have with me the most reliable valet de place, map, and guide book that I can find, and with their aid to identify the sacred localities, and then sit down beside them and read from my pocket Bible the events that have made them what they are to us all.- Dr. Hurst.
EAR YOUNG FRIENDS,- The word
“Covenant” is chiefly used in the Bible,
by a flood. Gen. ix. 12, 17.
The institution of the Jewish Sabbath. blir Exodus xxxi, 16. The absolute faithfulness of God. Deut. vii. 9; 1 Kings
viii. 23; Nehemiah i. 5; Psalm lxxxix. 34; Isaiah liv.
10; Jeremiah xxxiii. 20, 21. It is wicked presumption for the unconverted to preach
God's truth. Psalm 1. 16. That Christ was given to be the Saviour of mankind.
Isaiah xlii. 6.
Covenant-breakers are included amongst those with whom
God is exceedingly angry. Rom. i. 31. The guilt and punishment of breaking God's covenant.
Jeremiah xxii. 9, (context); Ezekiel xvii. 15, 20. God's gracious promise to the penitent. Isaiah lv. 3. Certain destruction of the impenitent, and the foolishness
of their attempting to escape. Isaiah xxii. 18. That saints are favoured with special intercourse with God.
Psalm xxv. 14.
tion. Jeremiah xxxi. 31, 34 ; Galatians iii. 15, 17,
(context); Heb. viii. 6, 13. That, under the Gospel dispensation, Jesus is the only Mediator between God and man.
Heb. xii. 24. That the Jews will ultimately be converted and restored to God's favour. Romans xi. 27. “ Own ” will be our next word.
LITTLE time ago, in a poor house, a father died of fever. He left as desolate a home as I had ever seen. On the burial night, his widow and children were seated by the fire; the only daughter, a child of ten years, looking, with a wearied look, into her mother's face, said, “ Mother, how sore my head is !” Next
day, fever was also distinctly seen in her, and, for the safety of the rest, she was ordered to the hospital. She was one of our Sabbath-school scholars.
Just before the twilight hour, the hospital van came to take her. When the wheels of the van were heard in the lane, and pausing at the door, there was simply, “Maggie, they have come for you now.” To prepare to go, the child at once raised her aching head from the pillow, with her artless, “ Mother, you know I may not come back to you again. Will the man wait till I sing my hymn?” And, with a quivering voice, she began with
Come, sing to me of heaven,
When I'm about to die;
To waft my soul on high.
After a moment's pause, she took up the chorus of another favourite hymn with our scholars :
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Thee I roam,
And so they carried the ailing child that night, with these joyous thoughts filling her young heart, to pitch her tent in the place where the journey from this to the eternal world is short, and so often made.
Oh, blessed religion this of Jesus! Blessed to the child of ten as well as to the sage of seventy years.
Jesus, the loving Saviour, will yet, as when on earth, deal gently with the little ones ; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
The Consecrated Olive Tree.
NE of the members of the Mission church at
Tripoli has a property near the town, consisting of olive, fig, and other fruit trees, with some cleared ground. Mr.Samuel Jessup was one day riding with him among the fig-trees, when he noticed some of them with a ring of red mud around them. On inquiry, he learned that, on the
feast day of St John, the people thus, painted all their fig-trees, saying that St. John would then make them fruitful, and that otherwise they would not bear; but Mr. Yanni, the Christian to whom we refer, had forbidden the workmen to paint his trees, saying that as God alone had control of such things he would leave the matter to Him and would not follow any such superstition. The workmen obeyed him, but assured him that he would have no fruit. He expected none, as it was not a fruitful year, but there we saw his trees, the only trees in the region that bore well. . Those painted in honour of St. John had no fruit on them. Those left conscientiously to the divine care bore well even out of season. A little further on," says
Mr. jessup, we passed under a beautiful little olive-tree, and Mr. Yanni said to me, ‘Do
you see your tree?”. “What do you mean,” said I.
· Why that beautiful little tree that you are admiring is consecrated to you and your successors."
“ How so?" said I.
“ Well, I will tell you. When I bought it last year, my farrer told me that for five or six years the tree had not borne an olive, and it was not worth the ground it stood on, and urged me to cut it down and plant another in its place. But I told him to dig about and 'dung it another year,