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CHRIST WEEPING OVER JERUSALEM.

BY JOSEPH R. CHANDLER.

(SEE ENGRAVING.] "How beautiful upon the mountain are the feet of of the terrible things which he only foretold-surely those that bring glad tidings,” is the language of the feet of such an one are beautiful. He brings elder Scripture, and how often has the heart of man salvation, while he only foretells destruction; he responded to the truth of the declaration, as the eye makes the wrath of man, which he prophecies, the has caught the earnest smile and noted the lightness instrument 10 produce that love and peace of which of feet that distinguish the bearer of pleasing intel- he is the real author. ligence.

The great poet of nature haih, in the spirit of the There had been much confusion in the city in conabove comment, remarked that the bearer of unwel- sequence of reports brought to the principal ecclecome news has “but a losing office.” And thou- siastical and civic officers, of the unusual proceedsands of those who have been messengers of good ings of citizens at a short distance beyond the place, to the great, ihe wealth-possessing and honor-con- where palm branches had been strewn in the highserring among men, have found themselves ennobled way, and garments spread out, upon which the hoofs and sometimes enriched, for the simple narrative of the rider's animal were to tread-tokens of reof an event in which they had no share, and of which markable respect, which seemed 10 look treasonable they knew little more than the report which they had to the foreign power, that directed the political received from others and delivered where it was affairs, and to the native priests who directed the greatly desired.

spiritual concerns--the forum and the temple were We know that the text of Seripture which we agitated; the viceroy and the high-priest each have placed at the beginning of these remarks has started at such evidences of neglect of fealty. allusion to tidings of greater joy, of more gladness, Rome and Jerusalem both felt that there was an anthan all the bulletins of battles and statements of vic-tagonistic power operating, if not directly against, tories which the hastened dispatch bearer has ever at least incidentally hostile to them; and Rome and conveyed to the awaiting monarch-more lovely Jerusalem—the conqueror and the conquered—joined and more desired than messages of love and tokens of in efforts 10 suppress the evil. Each would have reciprocation which the herald of man's affection and crushed the power of the other, but both would unite woman's deep, lale-told love ever conveyed. The to repel a power that was hostile 10 both. Each triumph of the conqueror of armies must be short would have bruised the mailed arm of the other, but and partial—the love of the most devoted perishes, at both trembled at what would have healed the breast least with the object, if it is not quenched by its own of each. fitful sallies. But the glad tidings which hasten and There had been a scene of triumph—but He who beautify the feet of those who come over the moun- had been the object of the huzzas of the multitude tain of our offences is of life-long endurance, and that thronged his way with tokens of obedienceenters into the eternity for which it prepares.

head obedience, with little of heart in the offering-he There is a picture in this number of the Magazine had sat unmoved by outward demonstration of feelto which we are alluding, and to which we mean to ing for the acclamations of those who thronged his refer when we talk of messengers of glad tidings. path. Another mission was his-another triumph We know that the common reader will look at the was desired-another evidence of popular feeling title, and, if he recollects the narrative, he will be was to be experienced, and in a little time he sepastartled at the idea of “glad tidings,” when sorrow rated from the multitude, and ascending the mount, and tears were on the face of the messenger, bodings at whose base he had stood, he sat down with the of terrible afflictions were in his mind, and their four or five that were with him, and gazed abroad nearness was being foretold.

upon the outstretched scene below them. I Are these glad tidings? Do such messages make It was a beautiful evening. Behind them the dust beautiful the bearer? Can we rejoice at the over- which had not yet subsided since the eople had whelming evil that is to befall the "City of Peace," thronged the roads with songs of triumph, was reand sweep away the temple of the Most High, and flecting the light of the declining sun. Beneath them give to famine, lo violence, to dishonor and to death was the Valley of Jehoshaphat, the terrible seat of the sons and the daughters of the people of God? julsment and dread; and beyond was the beloved

But if these evils were the consequences of crimes, city, stretched out in the repose of the evening sun, if the destroyer were but an instrument in the hand which was reflected by numerous gorgeous domes; of omnipotent love to waste the destroyed, and 10 and the busy hum of business came up to the quiet be himself the object of a similar wrath, that the summit of Olivet, as if to bear to those who rested "peace” which the great messenger was to bring here the story of man's heedlessness of his life's on earth might have an abiding place, in consequence 'greai end.

They were Jews that thus looked out, the leader I look forward to the hall of infamy that was to wit. and the followers, Hebrews of Hebrews, and they ness his mockery, to the winding way of sorrow loved the land of their birth and the city of their na- in which he was to bear his cross, and upward to tion's boast. Every affection of the human heart was the eminence where the work was to be consum. enlisted for the beautiful towns and sacred edifices, mated. The tears were not for himself. He wept and all the outspread loveliness of the country's hills for the misery of those who should procure the agoand valleys; and as the sun seemed to pour surpass- nizing passion. ing splendor upon the place, and as youth and beauty The artist has chosen this moment for his picture. went forth 10 seek their pleasures, and age toiled up. It was a bold thought—but it was a good one-what ward toward the temple for the evening sacrifice, the pen records may not the pencil illustrate, and is and all that was seen, and all that the heart suggested, not the lesson of that most instructive hour brought appealed to the patriotic affection of the four-they closer home to the heart by the representation of the looked to see whether the loveliness of the scene scene which the sacred historian describes? How would not light up an unwonted smile upon the face well the artist has executed his task is not for us to of their Master, who was looking intently upon the say. Indeed such a picture is in its conception so city.

full of suggestion, that we may safely leave to the But there was no smile. The deep thought that painter's professional pride the finishing of his work rested on his brow, and the tear that glistened in his according to the canons of his art. The moment eye, showed that the past and the future were with that we recognize the subject, the moment we catch him. That all the blessings which had been pro- the time, the place and the office, we lose sight of nounced upon Jerusalem, and all the promises made all that the pen has written or the pencil attempted in her behalf, all the sins which she had committed, to delineate, and acknowledge that our hearts, our and which God had pardoned, and all the negligence fancy have taken hold of all and borne us back to against which she had been warned, and for which the awful hour-we do not pause to look at features pardon had been presented; all her thoughtlessness or position on the canvas, but at once we kneel in now, and all the uncomprehended miseries which imagination at a distance from the consecrated group, were in her path, were in one group in his mind- and as Olivet and Sinai and Calvary meet the eye, and the sound of the destroyer and the desolation of and the temple gleams in the light of the setting sun, the conquered stood before him—the famine that we inquire what is the thought, the high, mighty wasted the people and the fire that destroyed the thought that swells upward in the heart of the Mastemple were there, and as he remembered how He ter there? Alas! who shall know? Who could conwould have sheltered them from the consequences ceive? Eternities are in his mind, and all the vast of their own follies, and how they despised his love; concerns of angels and of men are before him; and how he would have shielded and comforted the sons yet for one city, one erring city, one little spot upon and daughters of that city of his love, but they re- the great map of the universe, he fixes his eyes, and fused, He wept-wept human tears-wept tears of over its fate he weeps tears of earthly sorrowearthly fondness, that came bursting up from his weeps not that one stone of the temple shall not be heart-deep agony marked his when gathering left upon the other-weeps not that all the monuthe recollection of all the promises which had ac- ments of his nation's glory shall be wasted, and that companied their probation, the glories by which they the ploughshare of the infidel shall upturn the sacred had been invited to goodness—he exclaimed, “But soil. Not for these did he weep_but that those chilnow they are forever hidden from thine eyes." dren of the Father, whom he “ would have gathered

What a mission was that the Master assumed as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings," what an experience was that of his intimate follow. should be destroyed by the sword, and the virtue of ers. The many listened to his heavenly doctrine and the daughters of his people should be the derision love-many were astonished at the miracles that and spoil of the conqueror. They were human tears marked his public ministry, that made the temple --but divine sympathjes! and the wayside clinics where his divine skill was And in that scene of wounded love, when the exhibited, and drew the people from their synagogues foreseeing, or the foredwelling of his higher nature and altars, to offer at the street corners the sacrifice made the present of his human exposure terrible-in of enlightened hearts and the homage of soul admi- that hour of sympathy and sorrow, the favored and ration. But these, the favored few, the elders and the intimate were his companions. Theirs was not chosen ones of his little flock stood with him in the yet the gist of foreknowledge-they lived only in the terrible moments, when the office of his mission was present, and knew only of the past. Lille indeed not exercised on others, but came to be ministered on could they comprehend the agony of the Master, as himself-three of them witnessed the tears at the they could not foresee the cause. Their highest gift grave of a friend—they saw with trembling awe the was faiththey could believe-they could confide glory of his transfiguration with Moses and Elias--they could listen with silent assurance—and howand now these stood there solemn, trembling wit- ever contradictory might appear the words of ihe nesses of an agony of affliction that wrung lears for Teacher and the circumstances of the times, they had others from Him who could look down upon the learned from rebukes and experience to trust to the garden that was to be the scene of a trial which former. And as they follow with their eyes the human eyes could not witness and live-who could mournful bend of the Master's gaze, as they melted before the weeping of the sinless and loving, they | humanity acknowledges the claim--for mental mortal bowed in meek assent to the terrible anathema fore- agony at events to come there was no consolation. told, and, not being authorized to give, or to pro- It was for woman to make beautiful her mission by claim it, they meekly sighed the maranatha, and her implicit faith; it was for woman to minister to his left the work to God.

physical wants ; her humility would find a delightful You see some of the multitude pressing up toward office when she bathed his feet with her tears, and her the Master, but not upon him. You see, too, in the faith had comforting expression when she wiped distance, woman with her face set toward Him to them with the hairs of her head. Woman's care whom her heart is given. Woman following but provided the household comforts which humanity not approaching. The first evidence of personal needed, and woman's piety sal self-abased, yet suffering would have brought her to his side--the gathered strength at the Master's feet as he opened first chance of offering homage would have taken the oracles of truth. Woman wept for him as he her to his feet. It is woman, too, in her beautiful office bore his cross upward to Calvary; and woman lin

- her heart is with the Master—it is good for her to gered at the foot of that cross when others had fled; sland where she may be called. He may not indeed and it was woman that came earliest 10 kneel at the speak to her, but virtue might go forth from him and sepulcbre. Where service was to be performed, bless her--and so she had brought with her a litle where faith was to be tried, where physical wants child. It seemed not meet to her that she should were to be supplied, and physical suffering assuaged, seek Jesus and her child not be led to him. She had there woman was to be found. But where the agony indeed heard the Master say, in regard to some others, of mental passion was 10 be endured; where the *sutler litle children to come unto me," and how did unspeakable and the incomprehensible were to be she know, standing afar off though she might be, exhibited, woman was not. Her mission of faith standing in awe and reverence-how did she know and love required no such exercise, her feelings debut when his moment of biller sorrow had passed manded no such purification. away, the Master might turn and smile on her--and We have done. The picture which we give is take her little child in his arms and bless him--so suggestive, and we hope that it will suggest more to had he done to others—and so she was willing to others than we have been able to express; because to await, willing to stand and see what the Lord such a scene as the artist represents, when the heart would do.

or fancy enters it is lost in amazement. A thousand But in the immediate scene of tears and solemn thoughts crowd, less for utterance than for existence, wailing woman is not found. Where are those that and we feel that when there is more than earthly followed his steps? Where are those who ministered | love, more than earthly interest, the idea must be 10 his wants ? Alas! the scene was not for such more than human, and expression will be infinitely hearts.' It was the last sacrifice of national feeling; short of the conception.

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HONOR TO WHOM

WHOM HONOR IS DUE.

A TALE OF OLDEN TIMES.

DY MRS. LYDIA JANE PEIRSON.

GRENADA had fallen. The miserable remnant of a semblance of tall plants, bearing flowers of crystal once powerful nation, driven from the cities of their and purest porcelain of every delicate tint, each of glorious empire, hunted by an untiring zeal to de which was a lamp, burning perfumed oil, and giving stroy, crowded at length into their chief stronghold, out rich fragrance with its mellowed light; while the city of their regal power-ihe birth-place and the birds of every clime, from the stately pea-fowl 10 sepulchre of a long race of puissant monarchs-had the minutest lady-bird, admirably imitated in enameled endured all the miseries of siege, of famin', and of gold and precious stones, were fixed upon elastic slaughter; had endured with an invincible deter- sprays, swaying 10 every breath, and chirping forth mination to die rather than yield; and they had died melody from litle organs, played upon by their own by the sword, by hunger and thirst, by despair, by tremulous motions, and so perfect was the work. pestilence; and their rich and magnificent city had manship that their forins and notes were hardly to been sacked, plundered, ravaged, made the prey of be disunguished from those of the real birds that soldiers, greedy for spoil, thirsting for the blood of walked or flew amongst them in the gay parterres. an intidel fue, exasperated by resistance, and mad- Amid all this enchantment moved groups of richly dened by fanatical zeal. Grenada had fallen; the habited men and women; dons and cavaliers, in their Moors were no longer a nation of the earth. Fer blazing military costumes, and dark-eyed donnas, in dinand and Isabella, weary of war, and satiated with soft silks, rich velvets, and transparent muslins of conquest, were reposing in state at Santa Fe, or San India, ornamented with brilliants, plumes, or flowers, Felipe, with every demonstration of triumph, every each as her fancy dictated. Some were dancing to show of thank-giving to the God of battles. The lively music, some listening to soft melodies and days were divided between the most gloriously mar- songs of love; some were gruped around the beaushaled tournaments and the most magnificent re- lilully imitated trees, on which ripe fruits of every ligious processions; the nights were devoled to the cline seemed to hang in nature's wild profusion; masquerade and the mass; ihe whole world seemed some clustered around statues, which presented basvocal, now with strains of triumphant martial music, kets and trays of the choicest viands; oihers again now with the no less lofty Te Deum, or Gloria in Ex rested beside fountains which threw up jets of percelsis. All was joy and gladness, triumph and gra- fumed wine, which, as it descended in drops, distitude. The temporary palace was shining like the played rainbows of inimitable splendor, painted by fabled palace of Aladdin, builded of the gold and colored lights arranged for the purpose, while here gems of the genii world. In all the apartments the and there a youthful couple, walking apart, and apmagic of regal magnificence was displayed in the parently unconscious of all the surrounding splendor, taste of the most approved style of art. Tapestries betrayed the tender topic of their sweet communings. of regal blue and Tyrian purple, broidered and Could discontent and heaviness of heart exist fringed with scarlei, green and gold, in the inimitable amid all this wealth and splendor and apparent bapsiyle of the artists of Babylon, swept from the lofty piness ? or do all these fail to satisfy the yearnings of ceilings to the velvety carpets of the marble pave the immortal mind? In a retired part of the gardens, ments which were rich with lusied work of flowers where a few dark evergreens clustered over a na. of every hue, while in the recesses of the windows, tural spring of living water, stood a man apparently where the tapestries were looped aside with cords forty years of age, plainly habited in rich black of the richesi dyed and braided silks, entwined with velvet, which displayed 10 the best advantage a form strings of glittering gems, and heavy with tassels of of manly mould and exquisite symmetry. His feathery silk and drops of gold and diamonds, were beaver lay beside him on the turf, and his noble head placed beautifully enameled vases of the porcelain thus exposed, displayed the perfection of nature's of Italia, supporting branches of artificial flowers and statuary. His high and expansive forehead, strongly fruits of immense value. From the daisy, with its marked and delicately moulded features, dark, petals of pearl and eye of platied gold, to the rose of piercing and restless eyes, bespoke genius 10 conDamascus, formed of flashing rubies, and dewed with ceive, energy to prosecute, perseverance to complete purest diamonds; from the rich clusters of grapes of achievement of lofty daring. But there was an examethyst, to the golden pear and nectarine, beryl pression of melancholy around his perfect mouth, and sardonix. Doors opened upon seemingly inter and his dark brows had acquired a contraction which minable vistas of trees and flowering shrubs, inter proved that he was familiar with disappointment, mingled with candelabras of gold, wrought into the and the contumely of inferior souls. Wrapped in

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