My Dear Father:
While I write, the city is agitated like a tumultuous sea. The loud
murmurs of the multitudes in the streets, and even in the distant
market-place, reach my startled ears. A squadron of Roman cavalry has
just thundered past towards the Temple, where the uproar is greatest;
for a rumor of an insurrection begun among the people has come to
Pilate the Procurator.