umphal entry, when the multitude thronged his steps, and cast palm branches in the way, and shouted Hosannas. We heard no such glad salutations, but sounds quite other than those which welcomed the Prince of Peace: for at that moment cannon were firing at St. Stephen's gate, out of which was streaming a motley procession, with waving banners, beginning their march over the road by which we had come, to the Valley of the Jordan and the Tomb of Moses! It was a singular coincidence that Moslem pilgrims should be pouring out of Jerusalem just as Christian pilgrims were poring in. With such a tumult before our eyes, and such a sound in our ears, we descended the slope and crossed the brook Kedron; and when we had climbed the opposite bank, and came under the old walls, and passed through the ancient portal, "our feet stood within thy gates, O Jerusalem."
