sorrow when pursued by the ungrateful Absalom. But our thoughts are not with David, and we pause at the head of the hill, where Jerusalem comes in view. It was here that Jesus wept over Jerusalem and prophesied its destruction, and we can well imagine the beauty of the fair city as it nestled on the hillside-the temple dazzling all eyes

with its glory, the battlements and walls menacing all men with their power. Then we kept on down the Valley of Jehoshaphat and over the brook and around the city to another entrance called the Damascus Gate. It was only from thence a short walk to our hotel. The walk had been a weary one, but no one felt weariness, for every memory it awakened was a memory of the noblest moments in our lives, and every step we had taken had been over hallowed ground.

I am living in a small hotel looking out upon an open street or market place where Arabs are selling fruits and

grain, and heavy laden peasants are bearing skins filled with water and wine. The market place swarms with Jews, Arabs, Moslems, Christians, and horsemen are prancing, and a comely young officer sits waiting in command and calmly smokes his cigarette. A group of beggars with petitions in their hands crowd the door of the hotel, waiting the coming of the man who, having ruled forty millions of people, can by a wave of the hand alleviate their woes. The General is putting on his gloves for the ride to Bethlehem, and this is the guard that will bear

him company. Mrs. Grant, by various friendly processes, is secure on her donkey, and once the General is in the saddle the rest of the party will be up and away. The market place is under the walls of a tower-a huge, weather-beaten mass-which overlooks on the other side a pool. The tower is called the Tower of David and the pool is that in which Bathsheba was bathing. It was here that the King walked when his eyes fell upon Uriah's one

ewe lamb. A step leads to a wall and a gate. Beyond the gate a camp of Bedouins are gathered over a fire, and you hear the sound of the forge, for they are striving to fashion a hammer into shape. This gate is the gate through which Simon Peter passed on his way to the seaside when he went out into the world to preach the Gospel of Jesus. If I go up a pair of narrow stone steps, as I did this morning about sunrise, I am on the roof, a roof of stone, with a barrier around it. In these Eastern houses the roof is the drawing-room, and I can well fancy as I pace over the honest floor what fine company one might have with the stars and the hills, and above all with the memories that rest upon these domes and roofs, these valleys and hills, this gray, sloping mass of houses and

churches. You have for company all the memories that come to you from the pious hours of childhood, recalling the thrilling incidents related by Luke, how the man stricken with palsy was brought by his friends to be

healed of Christ, and "because of the multitude, they went upon the housetop and let him down through the tiling, with his couch, into the midst before Jesus." Passing into the deeper recesses of the memory, we marshal forth the long-treasured history how Samuel entertained Saul on the housetop, and related to him the fell necessity that was put upon him to make his guest King of Israel, and Samuel, the Seer and Prophet, "took a vial of oil and poured it upon his head, and kissed him, and said: Is it not because the Lord hath anointed thee to be captain over His inheritance ?"

Thus passed away the hierarchical government to which the Hebrews were amenable, and which had become intolerable in consequence of the multiplied abuses to which they were subjected by their then thousands of rulers, the prolific fruition of a corrupted ovary. For your roof is on the crest of Mount Zion, and beneath you is Jerusalem.

The visit to Jerusalem and its surroundings extended from Monday, February 11, until the following Saturday. As he viewed those sacred scenes, no doubt, the leader of the armies of the Republic remembered how the "boys in blue" chanted as they marched:

"He died to make men holy,

Let us die to make them tree."

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A FAMOUS CITY ITS ANTIQUITIES - A VISIT TO CON-
STANTINOPLE THE APPEARANCE OF THE CITY
VISIT TO THE SULTAN · HE PRESENTS GENERAL GRANT
WITH A PAIR OF HORSES THEIR APPEARANCE
GRANT'S OTHER PRESENTS THE SLAVE-MARKET

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VISIT TO THE BAZAARS-THE MOSQUE OF SULTAN AHMED
ATHENS- THE ACROPOLIS MARS' HILL

EN ROUTE FOR ROME.

CORINTH

General Grant and his party next proceeded to the city of Damascus. This city lies on the east of anti-Lebanon, about 2,200 feet above the level of the sea, in a fertile plain near the desert. It is the oldest city known in history. The Barada River passes through it, giving it additional beauty. We find this city first mentioned in Genesis xiv. 15, where it is referred to as being the city of Abraham's steward. It was here that Naaman, the leper, lived. At the time of the Apostle Paul, the city was under the rule of the Romans, and Aretas, the Arabian, was its ruler.

As early as 800 B. C., the fine fabrics of Damascus had become famous. The damask-silk and sword-blades are still so. There are certain points pointed out to travellers as being historically connected with Paul and his time. The "street called Straight" now bears the name of Bazaars; there is also the house of Judas; the house of Ananias; the spot where Paul was converted, which is an open, green place, surrounded by trees, and at present used as a Christian burial-ground; the place where Paul was let down by the