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[Illustration: ESTHER AND HAMAN.
By M. L. GOW, R.I.]
THE QUIVER
ANNUAL VOLUME, 1899
_PAPERS, ADDRESSES, STORIES POEMS, MUSIC_
BY
THE BISHOP OF RIPON THE DEAN OF WINDSOR
SIR GEORGE MARTIN, MUS.D. ROMA WHITE
DR. R. F. HORTON ARCHDEACON DIGGLE
THE BISHOP OF DERRY GORDON SAUNDERS, MUS.D.
KATHARINE TYNAN M. H. CORNWALL LEGH
DEAN SPENCE THE REV. W. W. TULLOCH, D.D.
ETHEL F. HEDDLE H. WALFORD DAVIES, MUS.D.
THE BISHOP OF STEPNEY MRS. HERBERT MARTIN
DR. GEORGE MATHESON THE REV. SILVESTER HORNE
ROLAND ROGERS, MUS.D. ELIZABETH L. BANKS
CANON TEIGNMOUTH SHORE DR. HUGH MACMILLAN
B. FLETCHER ROBINSON ARCHDEACON MADDEN
DEAN LEFROY D. L. WOOLMER
LINA ORMAN COOPER DR. W. H. LONGHURST
FREDERIC E. WEATHERLY J. F. ROWBOTHAM
ETC. ETC.
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INDEX
PAGE
AMERICAN BOY-EDITOR, AN By ELIZABETH L. BANKS 267
_Illustrated from Photographs._
AMERICAN COUNTRY PARSONS AND THEIR WIVES
By ELIZABETH L. BANKS 327
_With Illustrations by Gordon Browne._
ANGELS' SONG, THE By the REV. HENRY BIDDELL 893
ART OF READING, THE By the VEN. ARCHDEACON
DIGGLE, M.A. 147
_Illustrated._
AS CHAPLAIN TO MR. SPEAKER By DEAN FARRAR,
D.D. 45, 242
_Illustrated._
AT WORK AMONG THE VAN-DWELLERS By T. W.
WILKINSON 995
_Illustrated from Photographs._
AUTHOR OF "RAB AND HIS FRIENDS," THE By the
late PROFESSOR W. G. BLAIKIE, D.D., LL.D. 1091
_Illustrated._
BELL-RINGERS OF BISHOPS, THE By K. E. VERNHAM 627
_With Illustrations by Shepperson._
BIBLE CLASS, THE QUIVER 96, 192, 288, 383, 480,
576, 672, 768, 864, 960, 1056, 1146
BIG CAPTAIN FELLOW, THE By EDITH E. CUTHELL 849
_With Illustrations by V. Anrooy._
BIRTH OF IRIS, THE By ROMA WHITE 1137
_With Illustrations by H. R. Millar._
BROUGHT AGAIN FROM THE DEPTHS By DEAN
LEFROY, D.D. 503
CAPTAIN JACK'S DAUGHTER By KATHARINE TYNAN 874
_With Illustrations by W. H. Margetson._
CARICATURE, THE By SCOTT GRAHAM 796
_With Illustrations by G. G. Manton._
CENTENARY OF THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY,
THE By the REV. A. R. BUCKLAND, M.A. 483
_Illustrated._
CHASING OF THE SHADOWS, THE By D. L. WOOLMER 771
_Illustrated from Photographs._
CHAT ABOUT JUVENILE OFFENDERS, A By MAJOR
ARTHUR GRIFFITHS 939
_With Illustrations by Lady Stanley (Dorothy Tennant)._
CHILDISH MEMORIES OF LEWIS CARROLL By EDITH
ALICE MAITLAND 407
_Illustrated._
CHILDREN'S SERVICES ON THE SANDS 913
_Illustrated from Photographs._
CHURCH LIFE IN CANADA By OUR SPECIAL COMMISSIONER 814
_Illustrated from Photographs._
CHRISTABEL'S REBELLION By E. S. CURRY 418
_With Illustrations by P. Tarrant._
CIRCUMVENTED By R. RAMSAY 218
_With Illustrations by Percy Tarrant._
CITY OF STRANGE CONTRASTS, THE By F. M. HOLMES 604
_With Illustrations by Enoch Ward, Sydney Cowell, and
J. M. Wimbush._
COALS OF FIRE By J. F. ROWBOTHAM 284
_With Illustrations by J. H. Bacon._
COLINA'S ISLAND By ETHEL F. HEDDLE 589, 728, 834, 929,
_With Illustrations by Max Cowper._ 985, 1069
COLOURED JEWS, THE By D. L. WOOLMER 58
_Illustrated from Photographs._
COME, YE SINNERS, POOR AND WRETCHED Music by
the REV. W. J. FOXELL, M.A., B.MUS. 763
COMMANDANT'S LOVE AFFAIR, THE By A. E. ORPEN 1084
_With Illustrations by F. H. Townsend._
CONTENT By ARCHDEACON SINCLAIR 1079
COUNTING NOT THE COST By the REV. C. SILVESTER
HORNE, M.A. 423
CURIOUS CHARITABLE GIFTS By A. PALFREY HOLLINGDALE 454
_Illustrated from Photographs._
COWARD'S VICTORY, THE By M. BRADFORD-WHITING 1106
_With Illustrations by V. Anrooy._
DAY IN DAMASCUS, A 193
_Illustrated from Photographs._
DIFFICULT SISTERS, THE By E. L. DE BUTTS 744
_With Illustrations by S. Paget._
DONKEY-BOY TO THE QUEEN By ALFRED T. STORY 82, 177
_With Illustrations by J. Barnard Davis._
DON'T BE AFRAID OF GOD By the REV. P. B. POWER,
M.A. 822
_Illustrated by W. S. Stacey._
EASTER EGG ROLLING IN WASHINGTON By ELIZABETH
L. BANKS 519
_With Illustrations by Lester Ralph._
EMPEROR'S VISIT TO THE HOLY LAND, THE By OUR
SPECIAL COMMISSIONER AT BERLIN 1
_Illustrated from Photographs._
END OF THE SONG, THE By F. E. WEATHERLY 225
EVERYBODY'S HYMNS By the VEN. ARCHDEACON WYNNE, D.D. 831
FACING DEATH FOR CHRIST By OUR SPECIAL COMMISSIONER 291
_Illustrated from Photographs._
FICKLE FAMILY, A By R. RAMSAY 612
_With Illustrations by V. Anrooy._
FIGHTER TO THE LAST, A 1008
_Illustrated from Photographs._
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE By the REV. S. J. STONE, M.A. 790
FOR ENGLAND, HOME, AND DUTY By D. L. WOOLMER 899
_Illustrated from Photographs._
FOR THE SAKE OF HER CHILD 395, 507, 638, 685
_With Illustrations by P. Tarrant._
FORGIVEN HITHERTO By PASTOR THOMAS SPURGEON 793
FORGIVENESS By LOUIS H. VICTORY 524
FUNDS, "THE QUIVER" 95, 192, 288, 384, 480, 576, 672, 768,
864, 960, 1056, 1146
GARDEN IDYLL, A By J. R. EASTWOOD 706
GIFT OF GOD, THE By the REV. GEORGE F. PENTECOST, D.D., 650
GOD'S SPIRE By J. F. ROWBOTHAM, M.A. 714
_With Illustrations by R. Gray._
GOD'S WAYS EQUAL By the REV. HUGH MACMILLAN D.D., LL.D., 884
GREAT ANNIVERSARIES By the REV. A. R. BUCKLAND M.A.,
35, 120, 200, 298, 416, 501, 587, 683, 791, 882, 981, 1067
_Illustrated from Photographs._
GREEN FOLK, THE By ETHEL F. HEDDLE 426
_With Illustrations by H. M. Brock._
GROWTH By R. SOMERVELL, M.A. 925
HARVEST HYMN, A By CANON TEIGNMOUTH SHORE 962
HEAVENLY CHEER Music by H. WALFORD DAVIES, MUS.D. 278
HERO IN DISGUISE, A By MARGARET WESTRUP 127
_With Illustrations by Malcolm Patterson._
HERO IN HOMESPUN, A By MARGARET MACKINTOSH 1011
HIS STRANGE REPENTANCE By the VENERABLE ARCHDEACON MADDEN 461
_Illustrated._
HOME FOR THE FATHERLESS, A By D. L. WOOLMER 619
_Illustrated from Photographs._
HOMES OF NOBLE POVERTY By B. FLETCHER ROBINSON 26
_Illustrated from Photographs._
HOUSE BEAUTIFUL, THE By LINA ORMAN COOPER 89
HOUSE COMFORTABLE, THE By LINA ORMAN COOPER 175
HOUSE ECONOMICAL, THE By LINA ORMAN COOPER 249
HOW BARNFORD CHURCH WAS SAVED By SCOTT GRAHAM 37
_With Illustrations by V. Anrooy._
HYMN TUNES, NEW:--
Jeshurun of Christ, The By SIR GEORGE MARTIN, MUS.D. 86
O Wondrous Night! By CHARLES BASSETT 174
Heavenly Cheer By H. WALFORD DAVIES, MUS.D. 278
Who Can Forbear to Sing? By ROLAND ROGERS, MUS.D. 377
Rise, Gracious God, and Shine By H. WALFORD DAVIES,
MUS.D. 469
Remembrance By GORDON SAUNDERS, MUS.D. 562
Lord's Table, The By E. BURRITT LANE, MUS.B. 658
Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Wretched By the REV. W. J.
FOXELL, M.A., B.MUS. 763
Jerusalem, My Happy Home By W. H. LONGHURST, MUS.D. 848
Wondrous Cross, The By E. BURRITT LANE, MUS.B. 927
Lord of the Harvest By PHILIP ARMES, D.MUS. 1025
O Thou Who Makest Souls to Shine By W. ELLIS, MUS.B. 1102
INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE OF PEACE, AN 383, 479
INTERVENTION OF TODDLELUMS, THE By HELEN BODDINGTON 53
_With Illustrations by W. Rainey._
JANE AUSTEN'S PRIVATE LIFE 845
_Illustrated._
JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME Music by W. H. LONGHURST, MUS.D. 848
JESHURUN OF CHRIST, THE Words by the REV. S. J. STONE,
M.A. Music by SIR GEORGE MARTIN, MUS.D. 86
JESUS SINGING By the REV. DAVID BURNS 1103
JOSH THE POET By HARRY DAVIES 1001
_With Illustrations by H. M. Brock._
KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, THE By the LORD BISHOP OF DERRY 23
KNOWLEDGE OF THE FUTURE By the LORD BISHOP OF RIPON 214
_With Illustrations by Herbert Railton._
LADY DOCTORS IN HEATHEN LANDS By D. L. WOOLMER 97
_Illustrated from Photographs._
LAND IN SIGHT By CLARA THWAITES 980
LIFE SENTENCE, THE By HELEN BODDINGTON 920
_With Illustrations by Gordon Browne._
LIGHT THROUGH DULL PANES By D. L. WOOLMER 553
_Illustrated from Photographs._
LIMITS OF HUMAN GENIUS, THE By the VERY REV. H. DONALD M.
SPENCE, D.D. 122
_Illustrated._
LITTLE LADY WILMERTON By the REV. P. B. POWER 274
_Illustrated._
LORD OF THE HARVEST Music by PHILIP ARMES, D.MUS. 1025
LORD'S TABLE, THE Music by E. BURRITT LANE, MUS.B. 658
LOVE-LIGHT By M. H. CORNWALL LEGH 779, 887, 1026, 1122
_With Illustrations by Fred Pegram._
LOVE'S DEBT By LOUIS H. VICTORY 57
"MAN PROPOSES" By ALAN ST. AUBYN 825
_With Illustrations by W. D. Almond_.
MASTERFUL YOUNG MAN, THE By MARGARET WESTRUP 493
_With Illustrations by G. Grenville Manton._
MAY QUEENS OF WHITELANDS, THE By D. L. WOOLMER 579
_Illustrated from Photographs._
"ME AND TURK" By K. E. VERNHAM 654
_With Illustrations by W. H. C. Groome._
METHODS OF PRAYER By the REV. WILLIAM MURDOCH JOHNSTON,
M.A. 983
MIDGET CHURCHES By J. A. REID 151
_Illustrated from Photographs._
MINOR CANON'S DAUGHTER, THE By E. S. CURRY.
_With Illustrations by W. H. Margetson._ 66, 160, 251, 30
MISS CRANE'S FORTUNE By A. B. ROMNEY 337
_With Illustrations by Gordon Browne._
MISS LUCRETIA'S NEW IDEA By M. H. CORNWALL LEGH 526
_With Illustrations by H. M. Brock._
MOTHER'S BIBLE, A 140
MOTHERHOOD By LINA ORMAN COOPER 561, 752, 944, 1037, 1133
MOTIVES OF JUDAS, THE By the REV. W. J. DAWSON, B.A. 748
NEGRO CAMP-MEETINGS IN THE STATES By ELIZABETH L. BANKS 867
_Illustrated._
NEW CREATION, A By the REV. W. W. TULLOCH, D.D. 78
NEW VOCATIONS FOR CHRISTIAN GIRLS 1017
_Illustrated from Photographs._
"NOT TOO LATE" By the late REV. GORDON CALTHROP, M.A. 267
O THOU WHO MAKEST SOULS TO SHINE Music by
W. ELLIS, MUS.B. 1102
O WONDROUS NIGHT! A New Christmas Carol. Words
by ARTHUR BRYANT. Music by CHARLES BASSETT. 174
OUR CHRISTMAS STOCKING DISTRIBUTION 384
OUR ROLL OF HEROIC DEEDS 22, 106, 241, 290, 468,
525, 659, 697, 808, 928, 1007, 1083
PARABLES IN MARBLE By ARTHUR FISH 344
_Illustrated._
PEASANT GIRL POET OF ITALY, THE By the late
CANON BELL, D.D. 721
_Illustrated from Photographs._
PICKING THEM UP By D. L. WOOLMER 675
_Illustrated._
PICTORIAL SERMONS By ARTHUR FISH 387
_Illustrated from Photographs._
PLEDGED By KATHARINE TYNAN 10, 107, 202, 350, 442, 542
_With Illustrations by F. H. Townsend._
POWER OF A GREAT PURPOSE, THE By the DEAN OF WINDSOR 311
PRINCE'S MESSAGE, THE By ROMA WHITE 464
_With Illustrations by H. R. Millar._
PROSPECT AND RETROSPECT By the REV. GEORGE MATHESON,
M.A., D.D., F.R.S.E. 263
PULPIT MANNER, THE By F. M. HOLMES 133
_Illustrated from Life._
QUIVER SANTA CLAUS, THE 96, 187
READING OF THE LAW, THE By the REV. WILLIAM BURNET, M.A. 739
_With Illustrations by J. Finnemore._
REAL EAST LONDON, THE By the LORD BISHOP OF STEPNEY 434
_Illustrated from Photographs._
REAL PROPERTY. By the REV. R. F. HORTON, M.A., D.D. 333
REGINALD'S LAST TRY A Complete Story By M. A. BALLIOL 1098
_With Illustrations by G. Nicolet._
REMARKABLE "CHURCH" TREES, SOME By A. PALFREY
HOLLINGDALE 1114
_Illustrated from Photographs._
REMEMBRANCE Music by GORDON SAUNDERS, MUS.D. 562
RISE, GRACIOUS GOD, AND SHINE Music by H. WALFORD
DAVIES, MUS.D. 469
ROGER PETTINGDALE By H. A. DAVIES 141
_With Illustrations by H. M. Brock._
ROLL OF HONOUR FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL WORKERS
95, 191, 288, 382, 480, 576, 672, 768, 864, 960, 1056, 1146
ROSY PALM, THE By MYRA HAMILTON 946
_With Illustrations by H. R. Millar._
SACRED BOND IN NORTHERN CLIMES, THE By the
REV. E. J. HARDY, M.A. 660
SARAH'S DELIVERANCE By MRS. HERBERT MARTIN 809, 907
_With Illustrations by W. Rainey._
SCRIPTURE LESSONS FOR SCHOOL AND HOME By the REV.
J. W. GEDGE, M.A. 91, 185, 281, 378, 473,
570, 665, 761, 857, 954, 1050, 1140
SEEKING AND SERVING GOD By the REV. OWEN THOMAS, M.A. 1039
SELF-HEALING By the REV. HUGH MACMILLAN, D.D., LL.D. 539
SHORT ARROWS 93, 187, 283, 380, 475, 572, 667, 764,
860, 956, 1052, 1142
SILENT SERMONS By J. A. REID 707
_Illustrated from Photographs._
SOME FAMOUS EASTER HYMNS 534
_Illustrated from Photographs_.
SOME REMARKABLE SERVICES By GEORGE WINSOR 226
_Illustrated from Photographs._
TEMPERANCE ENTERPRISE IN NEW YORK By A. PALFREY
HOLLINGDALE 854
_Illustrated from Photographs._
TEMPERANCE NOTES AND NEWS By A LEADING TEMPERANCE
ADVOCATE 87, 182, 279, 375, 470, 567, 663,
754, 854, 951, 1047, 1135
_Illustrated._
TEN LITTLE INDIANS, THE By HOWARD ANGUS KENNEDY 563
_With Illustrations by H. R. Millar._
THEIR LITTLE MANOEUVRE By EVELYN EVERETT GREEN 319
_With Illustrations by Sydney Cowell._
"THEY SEEK A COUNTRY" 603
THREE SONGS OF BIRTH By the REV. HUGH MILLER, M.A. 172
TIRED By H. BROOKE DAVIES 552
TO AND FRO By MRS. NEIL MACLEOD 972
_With Illustrations by W. H. C. Groome._
TRIXIE'S TALENT By EDITH E. CUTHELL 757
_With Illustrations by R. Cubitt Cooke._
TRUE NAZARITES By the REV. E. A. STUART, M.A. 600
TWICE ROUND THE BIBLE CLOCK 314
_Illustrated._
TWO VIEWS OF LIFE By F. J. CROSS 1121
UNANSWERED TELEGRAM, AN By M. PENROSE 701
_With Illustrations by G. G. Manton._
VANISHED ARTS FROM THE CHRISTIAN HOME 369
_Illustrated from Photographs._
VISIT TO THE KINGDOM OF SILENCE, A By D. L. Woolmer 964
_Illustrated from Photographs._
WAIFS, NEW QUIVER 192, 475
WAY OF HOLINESS, THE By the VEN. ARCHDEACON DIGGLE 698
WE CAN By E. W. HOWSON, M.A. 362
WEATHER WISDOM OF THE BIBLE By the REV. H. B.
FREEMAN, M.A. 802
_With Illustrations by Henry A. Harper._
WHO CAN FORBEAR TO SING? Music by ROLAND ROGERS, MUS.D. 377
WITTY SCOTSMAN, A By the late PROFESSOR W. G.
BLAIKIE, D.D. 632
_Illustrated._
WONDERFUL PURSE, THE By MYRA HAMILTON 365
_With Illustrations by H. R. Millar._
WONDROUS CROSS, THE Music by E. BURRITT LANE, MUS.B. 927
WORK AND PLAY IN CRUTCHLAND By D. L. WOOLMER 1059
_Illustrated from Photographs._
ZET By E. E. CUTHELL 1043
_Illustrated by A. Campbell Cross._
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THE QUIVER.
THE EMPEROR'S VISIT TO THE HOLY LAND.
By Our Special Commissioner at Berlin.
_Illustrated from Photographs._
Few projects of Church extension have attracted so much attention
as the forthcoming opening of the Lutheran church in Jerusalem: a
movement which has been zealously pushed forward by his Imperial
Majesty the Kaiser of Germany and King of Prussia, and will be
happily consummated by an imposing ceremony, at which his Majesty
and his illustrious consort will be the central figures, just about
the time that this number reaches its thousands of subscribers. So
important is the movement, and with such close attention has it
been watched by the religious bodies of England, that a special
representative was sent to Berlin, who was fortunate enough to be
received by some most distinguished Personages and kindly furnished
with many details of the scheme, and all the information that it was
possible to give--so much in advance as the exigencies of a monthly
periodical demand.
[Illustration: A VIEW OF VENICE.
(_The Imperial Party's Place of Embarcation._)]
It will be as well to first speak of the requirements for a new
Lutheran church in Jerusalem. For a great many years there has been
a considerable German colony in the city, its members steadily
augmenting year by year. In the time of Frederick William IV. of
Prussia a joint Protestant bishopric (German and English) was
established, the right of appointment to lie with each country
alternately. The first Bishop was a converted German Jew holding
orders in the English Church; two others succeeded him, and then in
1886 Prussia withdrew from the agreement.
[Illustration: THE LATEST PORTRAIT-GROUP OF THE GERMAN ROYAL FAMILY.
(_Photo: J. Baruch, Berlin._)]
Nearly twenty years previous to this latter date the Sultan had
presented to King William I. a disused building, which formerly was
the property of the Knights of St. John, in order that a Protestant
Lutheran church might be erected on the site. For some reason, the
work was delayed for a considerable period, and the members of the
German Evangelical Church have been worshipping in a small temporary
chapel, by the side of which the handsome new church has been
reared. The work has been carried on by a pastor and an assistant
teacher, and there has also been a good school in conjunction with
it. The foundation stone of the church was laid on October 31st,
1893, and it was thought the consecration would take place in 1897;
but things were not in readiness, and so the event was fixed for
October 31st of this year--the anniversary of the birth of the
Evangelical Church, being the day on which Luther nailed his thesis
to the church door in Wittenberg.
The Kaiser and Kaiserin have long cherished a wish to visit the
Holy City and tread the land which Christ trod when on earth; and
no better opportunity could possibly occur than when a new Lutheran
church was about to be consecrated. Both their Majesties have done
much--not only by rightly using the immense influence which they
possess, but also financially--to further Church work; and, apart
from any other cause, the opening of this sacred building for the
use of their countrymen in a foreign land could not fail to enlist
their sympathetic interest. The undertaking is a pious and domestic,
and _not_ a political, one, spite of several assertions to the
contrary; and all who have the cause of true religion at heart
cannot but rejoice that there will be another pulpit from which the
risen Saviour will be proclaimed to the residents of God's chosen
land.
Their Imperial Majesties will leave Berlin by special train for
Venice, where a brief rest will be taken previous to the embarkation
on the royal yacht _Hohenzollern_. The dignitaries of the Lutheran
Church and invited personages will travel in another direction.
Leaving Berlin by train, they embark on the _Midnight Sun_ (an
English vessel flying the English flag) at Trieste; thence they
will proceed to Alexandria. Having explored that city, they will
visit Cairo, and thence, returning to Alexandria, they will go on
to Jaffa, and so through Palestine to Jerusalem, where they arrive
about midday on October 25th. The next few days will be spent in
viewing the city and neighbourhood, and on the 31st the entire party
will be present at the formal opening of the "Erlöser-Kirche" in the
presence of the Kaiser and Kaiserin.
[Illustration: JAFFA (JOPPA) AT THE PRESENT DAY.]
But I wish more particularly to draw your attention to the route
taken by their Majesties, as this was particularly pointed out to
me in Berlin. Venice--the principal port on the Adriatic--will
naturally claim some share of the interest of the Imperial couple,
and the Palace of the Doges, dating from the fourteenth century,
with its many historical and awful associations; the famous
cathedral of St. Mark--a venerable building of the eleventh century,
rich in cupolas and mosaics, and marble columns to the number of
five hundred--as well as other renowned places, will be visited.
At Venice their Majesties will go on board for a voyage of four
days down the Adriatic, and up in a northerly direction through
the Dardanelles and Sea of Marmora, direct to Constantinople and
the Golden Horn. Here the Sultan has made great preparations for
their reception. Special buildings are being erected, old roads
widened, and new roads made; moreover, all streets to be traversed
by the Imperial party are being properly paved--not before it was
requisite--thousands of gas-jets are being added to the meagre
number which have hitherto done duty, and the Yildiz Palace has
been completely overhauled and refitted. In short, Abdul Hamid is
incurring tremendous expense in order to entertain his distinguished
visitors right regally. The sojourn will extend over several days,
and many places will be visited, including the royal palaces--which
abound in Constantinople--the mosques, tombs, towers, and bazaars;
and as their Majesties will be in the city on a Friday, the
"Selamlik," or Sultan's procession to the mosque, will be included
in the programme.
On leaving Constantinople, the Imperial yacht will steam round
Asia Minor to the Syrian coast, passing many attractive places,
amongst which may be mentioned the Plains of Troy and the Isle of
Patmos. A run of about three days will bring them to Kaiffa, more
generally known as Haifa. Here the Kaiser and Kaiserin will land
about midday on October 25th, at the special new landing-stage
which has lately been erected for the purpose. The first stone of
this was laid amidst much ceremony by the Mutessarif of Acre, in the
presence of the entire Consular body, the troops, and all the local
notabilities. The ceremony was, of course, a Mohammedan one, a sheep
being sacrificed upon the stone, and the blessing of Allah invoked
upon the coming Imperial guests.
[Illustration: A VIEW OF MODERN JERUSALEM.]
Once landed at Haifa, thenceforth the Imperial expedition will be
entirely under the guidance of Messrs. Thomas Cook and Son, the
well-known tourist agents, Mr. Cook himself personally conducting
the party to Jerusalem. The Sultan had previously offered tents,
horses and carriages for the journey, but these the Emperor at
first declined, as he was anxious to avoid giving any political
significance to an expedition undertaken solely on religious
grounds, and for the purpose of the formal opening of the Church
of St. Saviour or the Redeemer. At the earnest solicitation of
the Sultan, he, however, finally consented to use horses, mules,
carriages, and wagons provided by the Turkish monarch. The journey
will be performed in true Oriental style, everything else necessary
being furnished by Thomas Cook and Son.
[Illustration: HAIFA, AND THE BAY OF ACRE.
(_The Landing-Place of the Imperial Party._)]
The Kaiser will make the journey on horseback, the Kaiserin in an
open carriage. The route is to be exactly the same as that followed
by ordinary tourists, and the entire party will camp out at night
in the usual way. The first day's journey will occupy nine or ten
hours, and tents will be pitched for the night outside Cæsarea,
in full view of the Mediterranean. Thence the party will ride to
Jaffa, a journey of ten hours. The town is beautifully situated, and
extensively planted with orange groves. There is a good carriage
road from it direct to Jerusalem, and a railway, which was opened
some six years since. The Imperial party will spend the night under
canvas outside the city, the view of which has an added interest,
inasmuch as there is within its walls a considerable German colony.
The remainder of the journey to Jerusalem will be carried out in
the same manner over ground that is scripturally historical and
highly picturesque, passing as it does over the Plains of Sharon, by
Lydda and Emmaus--where Christ walked with His disciples after the
Resurrection--and so on through the Valley of Ajalon, by Kirjath and
Jesrun; arriving at Jerusalem on Saturday, October 29th, where tents
will be pitched on ground acquired by the Evangelical Jerusalem Fund.
[Illustration: THE JAFFA GATE AT JERUSALEM.
(_From here the Emperor and Empress go on foot to the Holy
Sepulchre._)]
The actual entrance of the procession into the city will be
imposing, but, once within the Jaffa Gate, the Kaiser and Kaiserin
purpose going on foot to the Holy Sepulchre, with an entire absence
of any State surroundings. The route from the gate to the Sepulchre
has been entirely renovated for their Majesties by the Sultan.
Needless to say, this block of buildings containing the Chapel of
the Sepulchre is surrounded by much that is legendary, and has
been the scene of many and fierce contentions. Now it is under the
protection of the Sultan, and Moslem soldiers guard it, and are
stationed within the vestibule to keep order amongst the various
Christian pilgrims who visit it. Various chapels credited to various
nations are within its portals, the Church of the Sepulchre being,
of course, the chief place of interest.
The rotunda of the sepulchre is the principal part of the building.
In the centre of the adjoining vestibule, or Angel's Chapel, lies
the stone which is said to be that which the angel rolled away from
the mouth of the sepulchre; then by passing through a lower door you
enter the Chapel of the Sepulchre; it is very small, only holding
three or four persons at one time. Very much controversy has taken
place regarding the correctness of the site of the Holy Sepulchre.
It must of necessity be an uncertain matter, as the course of
the city wall has not been clearly ascertained, and it seems an
undoubted fact that in the fourth century the actual site of the
tomb was completely lost sight of. Pilgrims who visited Jerusalem
at that period centred their entire interest on the place of the
Ascension of the Lord, worshipping and revering the living, and not
the dead, Christ.
It is perhaps hardly necessary here to point out the difference
between ancient and modern Jerusalem. Many of the old landmarks are
still in existence, some of which I shall have occasion to mention
later. There is a large German colony now resident there, and during
his Majesty's visit he will receive representatives of this colony
at the German Consulate.
[Illustration: CHURCH OF THE HOLY SEPULCHRE.]
Sunday will be a memorable day for the expedition, the first event
being the attendance at morning service in the Church of the
Nativity at Bethlehem, to be followed by the opening of an orphanage
for Armenian children.
In the afternoon certain sacred places on the Mount of Olives will
be visited. The entire Mount is replete with interest, for there is
no other place which was frequented so much by Christ when on earth.
It is a significant fact that, so far as can be ascertained from
the Scriptures, Jesus never spent one night within the precincts of
Jerusalem, but was wont to spend them on the Mount of Olives.
The Brook Kedron and the valley of Jehoshaphat are each near, and
are amongst the places to be visited by the Kaiser and the Kaiserin
on that special Sunday. But as interesting as any event of the day
will be an open-air service to be held on the Mount, attended by
their Majesties, the whole of the personages forming the expedition,
and the German settlement in Jerusalem. The bands of the royal yacht
and the escorting squadron, which will have journeyed up from Haifa
for the purpose, will perform the musical part of the service.
[Illustration: DR. BARKHAUSEN OF BERLIN.
(_Organiser of the Tour_.)
(Photo: Johannes Hülsen, Berlin.)]
The next day--Monday, the 31st--the consecration of the Church
of the Redeemer in the Mâristân will take place; the ceremony
will be somewhat imposing, as a large number of clergy and
distinguished personages will be taking part in it. The list of
representatives who will be present reads as follows:--The members
of the Evangelical Church Council specially formed for the
Jerusalem expedition; the representatives of the German Evangelical
Ecclesiastical Governments; the invited Foreign Church Corporations;
the Knights of the Order of St. John; the invited representatives
of the missionary societies who are working in Palestine and
Syria; the Gustave Adolf Society; the whole of the Evangelical
Church in Jerusalem; their Imperial Majesties and suite. I may say
that everyone present who has gone out from Germany will wear a
decoration that has been specially designed, known as the Jerusalem
cross; these, in fact, will be worn the whole route of the journey.
The military element will be in the minority, consisting only of
about sixteen men, eight of them belonging to the Imperial Body
Gendarmerie, and eight to the Kaiserin's bodyguard; these, however,
will not travel up with the Imperial party, having gone out from
Berlin some little time beforehand to accustom themselves to the
habits of the country.
[Illustration: THE NEW LUTHERAN CHURCH, JERUSALEM.]
Immediately subsequent to the ceremony at the church the Kaiser and
Kaiserin will start for a two or three days' visit to places of
interest around Jerusalem, commencing by riding to Jericho, which
will take about six hours. The Imperial party will halt there for
the night, camping at the foot of Jebel Harantel.
On the succeeding day visits will be paid to the Dead Sea and the
Jordan, the latter one of the most wonderful rivers of the world,
with a history running through the entire Bible. Various other
places of much interest will be seen, and then their Majesties
return to Jerusalem, going back to the coast by train, and taking
ship again at Jaffa for Haifa.
From here they will visit Nazareth--which is memorable as the home
of Jesus. It is still a flourishing place, partly built on rocky
ridges. There is a Latin chapel which is supposed to be built over
the workshop of Joseph; also a small chapel known as the Table of
Christ, which is merely a vaulted chamber containing the table
at which the Saviour and His disciples sat. Tiberias and the Sea
of Galilee will be visited. Bethsaida, the birthplace of some of
Christ's disciples, and other small places in the vicinity, will
each come in for a share of attention.
[Illustration: A PRESENT-DAY VIEW ON THE JORDAN.]
Proceeding northward, the expedition will view other places, but
none, perhaps, so beautiful as one at which they will make a brief
stay--Damascus, the oldest city in the world. It is situated on the
western side of the great plain, at an elevation of two thousand two
hundred and sixty feet above the level of the sea, and is beautiful
beyond all description. On an elevated part of the Anti-Libanus,
which rises to a height of nearly four thousand feet, there is
erected a dome of victory, from which the best view of the city and
the seven rivers can be obtained, as also of the white-streaked
mountains, the chocolate plain, and the rich and varied colours
of the foliage of the trees. Within the city stands a citadel and
a palace. Damascus has seventy mosques, and about one hundred and
fifty other places of worship in addition; and each of the principal
religious communities occupy different parts of the city. In the
same way different industries are carried on, each in their own
quarters exclusively, having their own bazaars for the sale of
goods. The place is highly prosperous, and its appearance is, as I
have said, extremely beautiful. Thence the Kaiser and Kaiserin will
journey on to Egypt, seeing Alexandria, Cairo, and going up the
Nile; but here space forbids us following them.
It is a visit which cannot fail to impress all; the Kaiser himself
to no ordinary extent, considering his remarkable power of grasping
the religious and romantic elements of ancient history and its
famous scenes. What he will see will stir his heart to no ordinary
degree, sensitive as is his mind to all such impressions. It must
also sensibly appeal to the cultured members of every religious
community, and all will watch this Imperial pilgrimage with unusual
interest, and wish for it a happy and prosperous finale.
I cannot close this without tendering my respectful thanks for
the gracious kindness accorded me in Berlin, and for the valuable
assistance rendered me by Dr. Barkhausen, the President of the
Evangelical Church Council for the Jerusalem Expedition, this
gentleman being chiefly responsible for the entire arrangements.
[Illustration: PLEDGED]
PLEDGED
By Katharine Tynan, Author of "A Daughter of Erin," Etc.
CHAPTER I.
FATHER AND DAUGHTER.
Mr. Graydon and his daughter Pamela were jogging leisurely home from
the little market town of Lettergort. There was no reason to hurry,
and if there had been, Frisky, the little fat pony, whose frisky
days were long over, would not have been aware of it.
It was very hot, a morning of late summer; but Pamela's creamy
cheeks were as cool as the firm petals of a lily. She bore as if
accustomed to it the jog-trot of the pony and the frequent ruts into
which their chariot bumped, flinging her from the seat as though she
were the football in a hotly contested game.
Mr. Graydon kept up a contented whistling when he was not commenting
on the fields and the cattle as they passed. That had been a long,
hot summer, and for once in a century people had begun to long for
the patter of rain on the leaves.
"Woa, Frisky--woa, little lad! That's a nice colt of Whelan's down
there by the sally-tree. Do you see, Pam? Now, I hope the poor
fellow will get a handful of money for it. He'll need it this
summer," Mr. Graydon would say.
Or, again, it would be a farmer going their own way from Lettergort.
"Good-morning, John."
"Good-morning, your honour. How did the calves do wid your honour?"
"I'm not complaining, John. Murray of Slievenahoola gave me thirty
shillings apiece for them. It was as much as I hoped for."
"Aye, they wor but weanlin's. An' 'tis no use keepin' stock this
summer."
"How did you do with the heifers, John?"
"Didn't get the price of their feed, your honour. Wirra! 'tis a
desperate summer. The hay wasn't worth cuttin', and the oats is
pitiful."
Again, it would be a labourer with a scythe on his shoulder whom Mr.
Graydon would stop to ask after his household concerns. Everywhere
they passed a smile followed Mr. Graydon's broad back in its faded
homespuns.
"'Tis a rale pleasant word he has in his mouth, God bless him! an'
him a rale gentleman an' all," followed him from many a cottage-door.
"You've done your marketing, Pam," said her father, turning to her.
"I'd plenty of time, dad, while you chatted to your million
acquaintances."
"And sold my calves, Pam."
"You might have sold a thousand in the time."
"Well, well, Pam, it is my little world, you see. I hope the
perishable things won't be broken when we come to the rut by
Murphy's gate. 'Tis a foot and a half deep at least. Johnny Maher
ought really to mend this road."
"You ought to make him, dad. What's the good of being a magistrate?"
"What indeed, Pam! Sure, I never get a job done for myself. There's
old Inverbarry now, and he a lord, and he's getting the private road
through his park mended at the public expense. And he as rich as
Croesus, the old sinner!"
Mr. Graydon rubbed his hands with benevolent amusement. His
daughter glanced at him with a pucker between her white brows. The
violet-blue eyes under curling black lashes exactly reproduced
her father's, though at this moment the expressions were widely
different.
"You're too easy-going, dad. You should make Johnny Maher mend the
road."
Mr. Graydon dropped a rein to pull one of his daughter's silky black
curls.
"You wouldn't be having me too hard on the poor fellow, and he with
a sick wife and an old mother and a pack of children. Eh, little
Pam?"
Pamela shook her head severely, and the red mouth, which had drooped
at the corners when she was serious, parted over white teeth in a
laugh fresh as a child's.
[Illustration: "How did the calves do wid your honour?"]
"You've no conscience, dad, any more than Lord Inverbarry or Johnny
Maher. You're conniving at their wrongdoing, you see."
"Maybe I am, Pam--maybe I am. Only I don't suppose it seems
wrongdoing to them--at least, not to Johnny Maher, poor fellow.
Inverbarry ought to know better."
They jogged along for a few minutes till there was another jolt.
Simultaneously there was a crash at their feet, and Mr. Graydon
pulled up with an exclamation.
"There goes some of your crockery, Pam. I hope it's not the lad's
looking-glass."
"Never mind," said Pam, with a sigh of despair. "Perhaps now you'll
get Johnny Maher to see to the road. If it's his looking-glass,
he'll have to shave as Mick St. Leger used, with the lid of a can
for his looking-glass."
"Ah, poor Mick was used to our ways. He didn't mind. But this is a
public-school man. We'll have to furbish up for him, little Pam, and
put our best foot foremost, eh?"
"It looks like it," said Pam, gazing down at the jumbled parcels at
her feet. "I'll tell you what it is," she said: "it's the glass for
his bedroom window. It is all in smithereens. He'll have to put up
with the brown-paper panes, as Mick St. Leger did."
"Never mind, never mind. The lad's a gentleman, and he'll see we're
gentlefolk, though we're as poor as church mice. He won't mind,
you'll see, Pam; gentlemen never do mind these things."
"You're thinking of Mick still, dad. You forget that Gwynne man who
wouldn't stay because he got nothing but potatoes for three days.
As if we could help the roads being frozen and Frisky not being
able to get to Lettergort! Do you remember Gwynne's face over the
potato-cake the third day? Yet I'm sure Bridget had done her best.
What with potatoes in their jackets, and mashed, and with butter,
and without, and in a salad, and at last in a cake, I'm sure there
was no sameness about the diet."
"Gwynne was a--well, of course, he was a gentleman, but as
disagreeable as a gentleman can be. Besides, Pam, potatoes probably
didn't agree with him; they don't with everyone, you know, and
Gwynne was dyspeptic. I don't know what the lads are coming to. In
my young days we didn't even know the word dyspepsia, much less the
thing."
"Gwynne was hateful," said Pamela. "He expected us to kill the
chickens for him when every single chicken was a pet, and so tame,
dear things! that they would walk into the drawing-room and perch on
your knee."
"Perhaps that's why Gwynne wanted them killed," said Mr. Graydon.
"Nasty thing!" said Pamela. "I was glad when we saw his back. He
couldn't bear the dear dogs lying on his bed either, though Mary
told him it was a proof of their friendliness towards him. He fired
his bootjack after Mark Antony, you remember, and though it's not
easy to stir up Mark Antony, yet I'm glad he had the spirit to go
for Gwynne's legs."
"Mark Antony had been burying bones under Gwynne's pillow, my dear."
"Only because it was a wet day, and he never liked to go out in the
rain. I daresay if he'd had time he'd have removed the bones to the
garden. However, I don't suppose this youth will be like Gwynne.
What do you think, dad?"
"His father was the best fellow ever stepped on shoe-leather. If the
lad is like him, we shan't complain. What a handsome, dashing fellow
he was! I can see him now in his scarlet and gold lace that night at
Lady Westbury's ball, where I first met----"
He broke off suddenly with a little sigh. "That was another world,
Pam."
"A world well lost--was it not?--dad."
"Aye, a world well lost, little girl."
It was plain to see that a tender intimacy existed between this
father and daughter.
"I daresay he'll find my ways rather old-fashioned, Pam. It was an
odd thing that his father should have remembered me, and have wished
the lad to come to me."
"It would have been odd if he hadn't," said Pam shortly.
"There are new ways and new methods in the world since I was at
Oxford. I daresay the lad'll find me rather rusty in my knowledge."
"You'll teach over his head, as you always do, and you'll get great
delight out of it. You'll forget all about your pupil, and you'll
go mouthing Greek poetry till we think downstairs that the study
chimney is on fire. And while you're growling and thundering the
youth will be making caricatures of you under the table, or cutting
his name deep in the oak of your precious study table."
"Is that my way, little Pam?"
"That's your way, dad. There was never one of your pupils that could
follow you, only little Sells, and he died young, poor boy!"
"Ah, little Sells. I am proud of Sells. He died fighting the
small-pox with all the heroic soul in his little body. He had the
making of a fine scholar."
"Never mind, dad. None of us can do more than die heroically. And
Sells would always have been a poor curate. They'd never have made
him a bishop."
"I suppose not, poor lad! Scholarship doesn't count for much, Pam."
"Or you wouldn't be here, dad."
"I'd always be in the ruck, Pam; I'm afraid I'm a worthless old
fellow. From what you say, Pam, I'm as much of a failure at the
teaching as anything else. I'm really afraid it's true."
"Never mind, dad. As Mick St. Leger said, you taught them better
things. It isn't your fault that you're over their heads."
"Did poor Mick say that, now?" said Mr. Graydon, answering the first
part of her sentence. "Mick was a good boy; but no scholarship in
him. A child could beat Mick at the Greek verbs."
"He was more at home with a rod or a gun," assented Pamela. "Only
for the noise he made you'd never know he was in the house. There
was no fun he wasn't up to."
Mr. Graydon's face suddenly became serious.
"You'll remember this lad's not Mick, Pam," he said; "you and
Sylvia, I mean, for, of course, Mary is always prudent. Don't behave
with him as if you were all boys together. Now, that locking Mick in
the hayloft, or going with him to Whiddy Fair, would never do with
this boy."
"That was five years ago, dad," answered Pamela, looking with a
demure smile at the hem of her pink cotton frock where it covered
her shoes. "We were wild little colts of girls, then, with our hair
down our backs. Besides, we never meant to _leave_ Mick in the
hayloft; we only forgot he was there in the delight of finding a
wild bees' nest; and we cried coming home from Whiddy Fair, we were
so tired and so hungry."
"Till I overtook you with Frisky, and drove you home and comforted
you."
"You should have spanked us, dad, and sent Mick to the right-about."
"So I should. If you'd been boys, I daresay I'd have known a better
way with you. But what can one do with little girls? Then poor Mick.
I knew it wasn't Mick's fault. You'd been leading him astray, as
usual."
But Frisky had pulled up suddenly at a rather dilapidated gate, with
a post falling to pieces, and the two halves of the gate fastened
together with a piece of string. Out of the lodge within poured a
stream of blue-eyed and chubby children, who stood regarding Frisky
and his freight with shy and friendly smiles.
"Halloa, you rascals," called out Mr. Graydon, "run and call your
mother, some of you. Gone with your father's dinner, is she? She
seems to be always gone with your father's dinner. You can't get
down to open the gate, Pam? No, I see you can't; you're built in
with parcels round your feet. Here, take the reins, and I'll get
down myself. Only don't let Frisky get his head, or he'll run off
with the other post, as he did with that one."
"Frisky is not likely to do that, dad. He's got more sedate since
those days. It was about the same time that Sylvia and I locked Mick
in the hayloft."
"Five years ago, Pam? It can't be five years ago. I'd never have
left that post unmended five years. Why, it was only the other day I
was saying I'd have over the mason from Lettergort to mend it."
He had now done fumbling with the tie of the gate, and Pamela drove
into the overgrown avenue. While he was replacing the bit of string
he kept up a running fire of jests with the small, shame-faced
children, to which she listened with a half-smile.
"Dear old dad," she said to herself. "He has been so long letting
things go that he even forgets that he has let them go. And I'm his
own daughter."
She took up a breadth of her pink frock and looked at it. There was
a rent of at least three inches in it. Pamela shook her head in mute
self-reproach.
"It'll never do for 'Trevithick's lad,' as the dear dad calls him. I
don't suppose he's used to young women with rents in their frocks.
And I am a young woman, and so is Sylvia, though our own father has
never found it out."
As she sat waiting, a dreamy smile came to her lips and a softness
to her eyes. It was like a prophecy of what "Trevithick's lad" was
to bring--like the dawn of love, sweet and bitter, that was to bring
Pam the hoyden into her woman's inheritance.
"Come along, dear," she said with a start, turning to her father:
it seemed as if his head-pattings of the children would never come
to an end. "Frisky's getting uneasy, and will bolt with me and the
crockery, if you don't hurry up."
Her father jumped into the little cart with a laugh.
"I forgot that you were waiting, Pam, those infants have such
pleasing ways. But as for Frisky running away with you, why, bless
me! he's had time to get old since he ran away with the post; at
least, so you say, though I should never have believed it--never!"
"And now," said Pam, "you're going to be turned out of house and
home for the next few days. Unhappy man, you little know how you've
carried soap and scrubbing brushes for your own destruction."
Mr. Graydon gave a gasp of genuine alarm.
"Soap and scrubbing brushes! But what for, Pam? I am sure everything
is very clean--except my books; and I won't have the books touched,
mind that--I won't have my books touched."
"Indeed, then, and I'd advise you to say that to Bridget yourself,
for I'm sure I won't. She's taken a fit of industry, and says she
might as well be living among haythens, wid th' ould dust an' dirt
the masther's for ever gatherin'. 'Them ould books of his,' she
says, 'would be a dale better for a rub of a damp cloth, and then a
polish up wid a duster.'"
"Pam!" cried the unhappy gentleman. "She wouldn't dare put a damp
cloth near my books."
"She'd dare most things, would Bridget. It's your vellum covers
she's after chiefly. She says they're unnaturally dirty."
She looked at the beloved face, which bore a look of genuine dismay
over its genial ruddiness.
"Never mind, dad," she said. "Bridget promises great things; but
between you and me I believe the great clearing up will just end in
what she herself calls a lick and a promise. I don't suppose she'll
ever get so far as your possessions--I don't really believe she
will."
"Don't let her, Pamela darling, will you?" said her father
entreatingly. "Why, good gracious! my classics in vellum! A damp
cloth! And Bridget's damp cloth! It would be enough to send me to an
asylum."
[Illustration: "Come along," she said.]