and adorned with massy
golden clasps, which the Duchess of Bellamont had presented to the Rev.
Mr. Bernard before his departure, and which he always, as a sort of
homage to one whom he sincerely respected, displayed on any eminent
instance of conversion.

The gates of the city were closed when Dr. Roby returned, laden with
many rare balsams. The consequence was, he was obliged to find quarters
in a tomb in the valley of Jehoshaphat. As his attendant was without
food, when his employer had sunk into philosophic repose, he supped off
the precious herbs and roots, and slaked his thirst with a draught from
the fountain of Siloah.

Tancred passed a night of agitating dreams. Sometimes he was in the
starry desert, sometimes in the caverned dungeons of Gindarics. Then,
again, the scene changed to Bellamont Castle, but it would seem that
Fakredeen was its lord; and when Tancred rushed forward to embrace his
mother, she assumed the form of the Syrian goddess, and yet the face was
the face of Eva. Though disturbed, he slept, and when he woke, he was
for a moment quite unconscious of being at Jerusalem. Although within
a week of Christmas, no sensible difference had yet occurred in the
climate. The golden sun succeeded the silver moon, and both reigned in
a clear blue sky. You may dine at night on the terrace of your house at
Jerusalem in January, and find a serene and benignant atmosphere.

Tancred rose early; no one was stirring in the house except the native
servants, and Mr. Freeman, who was making a great disturbance about hot
water. Tancred left a message with this gentleman for the Colonel and
his companions, begging that they might all meet at breakfast, and
adding that he was about to stroll for half an hour. Saying this, he
quitted the house, and took his way by the gate of Stephen to the Mount
of Olives.

It was a delicious morn, wonderfully clear, and soft, and fresh. It
seemed a happy and a thriving city, that forlorn Jerusalem, as Tancred,
from the heights of Olivet, gazed upon its noble buildings, and its
cupolaed houses of freestone, and its battlemented walls and lofty
gates. Nature was fair, and the sense of existence was delightful.
It seemed to Tancred that a spicy gale came up the ravines of the
wilderness, from the farthest Arabia.

Lost in prolonged reverie, the hours flew on. The sun was mounting in
the heavens when Tancred turned his step, but, instead of approaching
the city, he pursued a winding pa