where I found one of Mr. Bateson's servants very poorly in bed, from the same cause that proved so fatal to his valued master, namely, very long journeys in wet weather, and sleeping in wet clothes and bedding.

25th, Christmas day. I received an invitation this morning from Mr. Young, the British Consul, to attend Mr. Bateson's funeral, which was to take place in the afternoon. It was appointed that we were to meet in the church, where the corpse was to be brought, so I went at eleven and heard the bishop preach. We then partook of the sacrament of the Lord's supper; after which the body of our lamented friend was brought into the church. The funeral service having been read, we proceeded through the Jaffa gate, and about three hundred yards up the vale of Gihon, to a piece of land which the English Consul had purchased for a burying ground, as a provision for such a melancholy event as that which had then brought us together. When we came to this new grave yard, the bishop first consecrated the ground, and then proceeded with the other duties. If lead could have been obtained, the remains would have been sent to England; but as that could not be procured, they were deposited in a tin case, which was inclosed in a coffin of unplaned and unpainted wood, as there was no paint to be found in the city; but instead of paint it was covered over with pitch. In filling up he grave, a kind of hack with a basket was used, and it took six men more than an hour to complete the job, whereas one man with a shovel would have done it in less than half the time. Mr. Bateson's servant stated at the funeral, that it was his belief that when Sir Robert and Lady Bateson, the parents of the deceased, should hear of the sad event, they would have the body taken up and brought to England. Memory called up within me many busy, painful thoughts, connected with my short but pleasing acquaintance with the deceased, causing me to feel very deeply affected at his grave-his last resting place till the bright morn of the resurrection! and I could not help calling to mind how heartily he laughed when I told

him of Mr. Wilson's view respecting Jerusalem-that it is to become the great metropolis of the world, and that all nations are to flow unto it. He ridiculed the idea, and said that he for one should never think of leaving his native country to live in such a desolate place as the land of Israel is; and when I told him that the time shall come when the blessing of fertility and every other needful favour shall be restored to this land, so that it should no longer be counted desolate and forsaken; adding, as my belief, that this country would as far exceed England, as England now exceeds it; he only smiled at the idea. Alas! how little did he think that he had left his native country for ever, and that his remains were to be left in the midst of desolation-and that he should no more see his friends in the flesh, nor again enjoy earthly comforts.

26th. I visited my friend's grave this day-(quite a common custom here among the Turks, and I feel no inclination to condemn it,) and while sitting upon a stone, and reflecting upon all the circumstances of the case, I thought, if ever there was an event more than another calculated to humble and bring us to a right sense of the uncertainty of life and the vanity of the world, this was one. When Mr. B. left us at Beyroot, and proceeded with his two servants to visit the interesting places referred to in page 31, his health was good, his spirits were animated, and his expectation of deriving much information and gratification in the pursuit of his journey could not well be greater. Having had, in common with the rest, to endure some hardships and inconveniences while we were in quarantine, he felt on coming out that he was a free man: and he, as it were, sprung forward with energy and delight, in joyful anticipation that he was just about to reap the fruit of all his previous toil and fatigue-in short, he seemed like one who was just about to lay hold of the prize that lay within his reach. The very day before his fatal affliction commenced, he was laying his plans and making his arrangements to visit Petrea, Mount Sinai, and many other interesting places; but alas, there he lies in silence, shrouded in the

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cold embrace of death! All his hopes are blasted and perished for ever.

27th.-I called upon the bishop this morning, who kindly invited me to take a family dinner with him. I then paid another visit to my friend's grave, and from thence I went along the brow of Zion's hill, on the outside of the walls; and as I wandered about, I fell in with that portion of the aqueduct which took the water from the upper pool of Gihon to the Temple of Solomon: which is of the same diameter as that portion which I examined near the King's Gardens, and like it in other respects. I followed its course for a considerable distance, and found it broken through in many places. There was some water running in it, though very slowly, which now runs into the Mosque of Omar. I think there might be a great deal more water conveyed through the aqueduct, and that with very little trouble and expense, by getting repaired two or three places where the water leaks out and trickles down into the vale below. I then took a rapid survey of the quantity of land on Zion's hill, outside the wall, which is now ploughed as a field and covered with corn, up to the walls; and I think there cannot be much less than 100 acres under cultivation. The corn looked very healthy and strong in the blade, and the fields of cauliflowers were also very prosperous. The soft and fertilizing rains that had fallen during the past months, had hastened forward whatever was in the ground, so that they were growing most luxuriantly; and the soil on Mount Zion is so deep and rich, and the climate so genial, that with plenty of rain anything will grow with rapidity. I then returned into the city, and dined with his Lordship, to whom in the course of conversation I spoke of the feeling which had been impressed on my mind, that Mr. Bateson's journey would not be a prosperous one; which I also told him I had mentioned to Mr. Manning. The bishop and his lady seemed very greatly astonished, and asked me, how I came to think so? I told them, that I could neither explain nor account for it, but so it was, that I never expected to see

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him at Jerusalem, and which had too truly come to pass. On my telling the bishop that Mr. Manning had informed Mr. Bateson of my impression just before his death, which gave him great concern, he thought, and so did I, that Mr. Manning had acted very imprudently in doing so; as it could have done him no good then, but, in a state of weakness and anxiety, was likely to do harm.

28th. This day I had a ramble on Mount Zion, inside of the city walls, and was quite astonished to discover the desolation and ruin which reigned even there. I had thought that the prophecy was fully accomplished when I saw that Zion, outside the city, had been ploughed as a field up to the very walls, but it had never once entered my mind that the plough was ever used within the walls of the present city, and that corn was growing there; but so it was-for among the ruins and broken arches of old buildings, the plough is to be seen. I also found a very considerable part overrun with the prickly pear, which is a tree or plant so prickly that no one can touch it without receiving a wound. It is the principal or only hedge-plant in Palestine; but how it has attained to such size and strength within the walls of Zion, I can understand upon no other principle than that the word of God which threatened desolation upon Zion should be fulfilled; for wherever the prickly pear grows must be esteemed a waste, as nothing can come near it.

From this place I went to the Holy Sepulchre; and though I had often visited it before, I had never once gone in, for I had witnessed so many strange scenes on the outside that I did not feel any great desire to explore the interior; but this day I thought I must not return to England, and have to say, that though I had repeatedly passed the Holy Sepulchre, I never went in; I therefore resolved upon going in at this time. Observing a gentleman about to enter, I went in with him, accompanied by Nicalo. Just at the threshold, my servant whispered to me to pay the door-keeper, but as I had no notion of beginning to give money so very soon, I pressed forward. One of the inmates came up to us and led us from one

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place to another, shewing us the stone on which our Saviour's body was washed, the stone which was rolled to the door of the sepulchre, and on which the angel sat, the place where the cross of Christ was found, and a great variety of other things and places which I cannot now enumerate; for not having much faith in these things, I did not overburden my memory with them. We were then taken to the place where our Lord was laid, which was covered with a marble slab, and there was one person, a female, worshipping there at the time. There was also an old man, with a very long beard, standing in a corner, with a silver plate by him, upon which lay some money. When the female rose from her knees, she put some money upon the plate, and I saw that the old man's attention was particularly engaged, to see how much the woman had put down. My servant then kneeled down, kissed the marble many times, and struck his hand upon his breast. After this, he turned to me and said, that I must put some money on the plate. I asked how much, and he said, very good gentlemen give very much; but my repugnance to earning the character of "very good gentleman" in that way was so unconquerable, that I laid down two piastres, which amount to fivepence. When we had left that place, Nicalo said that the man who had shewn us the places must be paid also, so I gave him something for that man, and when we had got to the door I was requested to pay again, but I told Nicalo that my small money was all gone, and he might give him something for me and I would repay him after. But when I came to pay Nicalo, I found that he had, much against my mind, made me a very good gentleman, for he had paid the door-keeper very liberally: no doubt thinking it a fine opportunity of paying some of the officers of his church out of his master's pocket: and though he loved his master, he might still love his church better,-which was proper enongh, if his love for it did not lead him to take advantage of the confidence reposed in him by his master, or to violate the rules of strict justice by which his conduct should be directed. There