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excite their feelings beyond the usual level.
The procession halted again on the top of
the Mount of Olives, endeared by so many
sacred and glorious remembrances, and pass
ing By the ruins of Bethphage,a lat last arrived
at the rock, in which is hewn out the tomb
of Lazarus. Every one descended into it,
and the excavation was scarcely able to- con
tain the whole number. The narrow flight
of steps leading down to it., allows very
partial light, even in the daytime, but now
the sacred spot was wildly illuminated by
the number of torches held beneath. The
fame that waved in he open air as they
marched along, now burnt clear and steady.
On the fnor of the sepulchre stood all the
priests, while the pilgrims hung round and
bent over them with the utmost eagerness
and interest, to catch a glimpse Of the tomb
where the body of Lazarus had lain. 1t is
about the size of the human form, and is
followed out in the middle Of the rocky floor.
The chant was here of the most solemn and
impressive kidd, of the victory gained over
death and the grave by the power of the
cross, and of the resurrection to life eternal.
Save the voices ofthe priests all without,
in the village of Bethany, was hushed in the
deep silence of the night. When the party
left the sepulchre, the daylight was already
breaking, and returning slowly by the same


route, the gate of St. Stephen admitted them
again, as the rising sun began to crimson the
East.