The innocents abroad; . 1\J; If even greater proofs than those \ bave iPintioned arewanted, to satisfy the headstrong ax^J (hfi foclish that this isthe genuine centre of the ear^h, tley are here. The greatestof them hes in the fact that frxn lender this very column wastaken the dust from which Adam, was made. This can surelybe regarded in the light c/ a settler. It is not likely that theoriginal first man would have been made from an inferiorquality of earth when it .-/as entirely convenient to get firstquality from the worlds centre. This will strike any reflect-ing mind forcibly. That Adam w
The innocents abroad; . 1\J; If even greater proofs than those \ bave iPintioned arewanted, to satisfy the headstrong ax^J (hfi foclish that this isthe genuine centre of the ear^h, tley are here. The greatestof them hes in the fact that frxn lender this very column wastaken the dust from which Adam, was made. This can surelybe regarded in the light c/ a settler. It is not likely that theoriginal first man would have been made from an inferiorquality of earth when it .-/as entirely convenient to get firstquality from the worlds centre. This will strike any reflect-ing mind forcibly. That Adam was formed of dht procuredin this very spot is amply proven by the fact that in six thou-sand yearsno man hasever beenable toprove thatthe dirt was??o^ procuredhere where-of he wasmade. It is asingular cir-c u m s tancethat rightunder theroof of thissame greatchurch, andnot far awayfrom thati 11 u s triousc o 1 u m n ,Adam him-self, the fa-ther of thehuman race,lies buried. There is no question that he is actually buried. THE GRAVE OF ADAM. THE MARTYRED SOLDIER. 567 in the grave wliicli is pointed out as his—there can be none—because it has never yet been proven that that grave is notthe grave in which he is buried. The tomb of Adam! How touching it was, here in a landof strangers, far away from home, and friends, and all whocared for me, thus to discover the grave of a blood , a distant one, but still a relation. The unerring instinctof nature thrilled its recognition. The fountain of my filialaffection was stirred to its profoundest depths, and I gave wayto tumultuous emotion. I leaned upon a pillar and burstinto tears. I deem it no shame to have wept over the graveof my poor dead relative. Let him who would sneer at myemotion close this volume here, for he will find little to histaste in my journeyings through Holy Land. Koble old man—he did not live to see me—he did not live to see his I—I—alas, I did not live to see him. Weighed down bysor
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