. Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew;. firmness whichin the hour of trouble often exalts the fortitude of womanabove the headlong and inflamed courage of the warrior, shebade me be of good cheer. I felt her lips on my hand at themoment—the touch gave new energy to my whole being—andI bounded forward into the ocean of darkness. Without impediment or error, I made my way over andamong the crowds that strewed the court of the Gentiles. Iheard many a prayer and many a groan; but I had now nomore to do with man, and forced my way steadily to the greatportal. Thus far, if I had
. Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew;. firmness whichin the hour of trouble often exalts the fortitude of womanabove the headlong and inflamed courage of the warrior, shebade me be of good cheer. I felt her lips on my hand at themoment—the touch gave new energy to my whole being—andI bounded forward into the ocean of darkness. Without impediment or error, I made my way over andamong the crowds that strewed the court of the Gentiles. Iheard many a prayer and many a groan; but I had now nomore to do with man, and forced my way steadily to the greatportal. Thus far, if I had been stricken with utter blindness,I could not have been less guided by the eye. But, on pass-ing into the streets of the lower city, a scattered torch, fromtime to tim3, struggling through the darkness, like the lampin a sepulcher, gave me glimpses of the scene. The broadavenue was encumbered with the living, in the semblance ofthe dead. All were prostrated or were in those attitudes intowhich men are thrown by terror beyond the strength or spirit 20. Ciiiyrif,W]t, 19ia, by Funk & \\a-Ti:iUg Compauv, N. Y. and London. All in the Temple was confusion. See page 19. SaIatbtel0 iResoIution in tbe tlemp! of man to resist. The cloud that, from my melancholy bed a Scene above the valley of Hinnom, I had seen rolling up the hills,?was this multitude. A spectacle had drawn them all by acruel, a frantic, curiosity out of Jerusalem, and left it thesolitude that had surprised me. Preternatural eclipse and ? horror fell on them, and their thousands madly rushed backto perish, if perish they must, within the walls of the City of . Holiness. Still the multitude came pouring in; their distanttrampling had the sound of a cataract, and their outcries ofpain, and rage, and terror were like what I have since heard,but more feebly, sent up from the field of battle. I struggled on, avoiding the living torrent, and slowlytreading my way wherever I heard the voices least numer-ous ; but my task
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