« PoprzedniaDalej »
tion with these Arabs, on behalf of the owners of the sacrificed animal). They all rushed in, some ransacking the house, and others stripping us of our clothes, and leaving us as naked as we were born, without regard to age or sex, even taking away our very shoes. Thus naked and desolate, not one of these savages had the least pity. These departed, and another rabble entered, and afterwards assisted in carrying away the plunder. They went to Mr. Willshire's, Mr. Amram's, and my house, and emptied them. Two hundred and fifty of our party then made their escape from Mr. Joseph Elmaleh's into the country, fearful that these savages would return and murder us all. I, with about fifty more, remained where we were. While here, successive hordes of Arabs entered, each threatening us with death unless we discovered where we had hidden our money. The wife of one of our party was stabbed by them in two places in the breast, and one in the arm; and they also stabbed another of our party, to force him to disclose if he also had any money buried. While we were in this imminent peril of our lives, the Almighty so willed it, that the French recommenced their fire, and landed some troops at the water-side batteries. The savages no sooner saw this than they fled. The Jews who were in the Mosque, finding the shot coming down thick amongst them, returned to Mr. Joseph Elmaleh's. We then shut ourselves in once more, and all that we had to cover us was some old sacks. These we cut into pieces, and therewith contrived to cover our nakedness. Even dogs would have pitied our condition.
“We remained in this dreadful situation till four o'clock Friday afternoon, when the French fire
retorn to thee with all their heart and with all their soul in the land of their captivity, wbither they bare carried them captives, and pray toward their land, which thou gavest unto their fathers, and toward the city wbich thou hast chosen, and toward the house which I have built for thy name: then hear THOU from the heavens, even from thy dwelling-place, their prayer and their supplication, and maintain their cause, and forgive thy people wbich bare sidned against thee.” 2 Cbron. vi. 36. 39.
Was the prayer accepted ? Blessed be God, we are not left in doubt! He appeared to Solomon the next night, and promised according to the supplication made, and said, “ For Dow have I chosen and sanctified this house, that my name may be there for ever: and mine eyes and my heart shall be there perpetually"-literally “ for all days." But the covenant, is it not broken? is not the throne cast to the ground? Nay, “ Hath be said, and shall be not do it? Hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good ?" From the Mount of Olives that overlooks the site of that Temple, did He ascend, at whose glorious coming again “ his feet sball stand on the Mount of Olives," still overlooking the same spot, at this day enclosed, and kept apart, and reserved for the full and magnificent consummation of every promise that bath been made to Israel; and to prove, in the face of our inveterate unbelief, that his eye and his heart are there—sball be there-perpetually.
Thus looking back on the glorious past, and forward to the far more glorious fature, whose band can be slack in aiding the work, thus strikingly begun before our eyes; Israel all over the world, rising suddenly to view, in the very state in which
that promised universal repentance and calling upon God is foreshewn to take place. We will not enlarge on the agonizing picture drawn-on the little children screaming for a drop of water—the naked, wounded, dying victims-the outrages too terrible to think on--but oh, let us share the blessing invoked on the Moorish king, by perishing Judah let us be as the compassionate Moor who brought a pitcher of water to still the cries of the tortured babes. Let us swell, as we can, the portion sent to them that are ready to perish; for they are “ the children of the prophets, and of the covenant which God made with their fathers, saying unto Abraham, And in thy seed shall all the families of the earth be blessed.”
(We have already had the satisfaction of receiving and forwarding some contributions to the fund : next month we will furnish a list, which we hope will be swelled by the bounty of sympathizing friends to Israel.)
THE PILGRIM BROTHERS,
AN ALLEGORICAL SKETCH.
BY SIDNEY O'MOORE.
THERE is a land which is called by many of its inbabitants “the vale of tears,” but those who look upward behold the Son of Righteousness shining upon each falling shower, and transforming it into a rainbow of hope, a radiant arch on which swiftwinged thoughts ascend and descend from heaven.
of the two roads through this land, it is strange that the most frequented is that which seems least to satisfy the heart. Among the moltitude who pursue it, voices continually resound, “O weary, weary, how shall we kill the day?" Yet its weariness drives them not from the way.
The other path orer bill and dale, is brightened by the smile of heaven as by glad sunshine, and an abiding peace dwells in the hearts of its pilgrims. Even if these should ever be tossed in dark waters, they know it is only that they may be fashioned as pearls to shine in that great day when the King shall make up his jewels.
At the same hour, two brothers entered the valley, happy in having been brought into it by those who had chosen the path of peace, and carefully led their young charge in the same happy way. But alas,
before the young pilgrims had travelled far into the land, a scorching blast, more fatal than the breath of the Simoon, seized upon their beloved guardians. They spoke strange words, and hearkened for voices which met not mortal ear: they saw around their fevered couches, fleeting forms that no others could discern. Vainly the brothers, with encircling arms of love, strove to detain their beloved. Borne away upon the wings of the blast, they were swept across the river of death.
Grace bowed himself before the throne of the invisible, and besought that he might receive the telescopic glass of faith. Then looking upward he beheld a great white throne, surrounded by a rejoicing multitude, clad in white, and bearing palms of victory; and amid the celestial throng he espied his lost beloved, radiant with immortal beauty, and beaming with eternal joy. Entranced by the glorious scene, he half re-echoed the strain of triumph that seemed to float from their resplendent harps.—“Victory, victory through the blood of the Lamb.”
And as he continued gazing, the brightness of their joy did illumine and exbale the tears of his grief, even as the morning sun first brightens, then exhales the dew-drops of the night.
Then did Grace beseech his brother to contemplate the glorious spectacle, but Nature turned away; he wept in gloom until the receding shadows of the departed grew dim upon the glass of memory ; then wrapped in the present, he forgot the shrouded past.
How often does the angel of death stoop with friendly finger to inscribe upon the heart of man a DECEMBER, 1844.