6IFT OP 
 ROBEPCT 
 
THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 OR THE 
 
 FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY 
 
 UNIVER8ITY 
 
 IN XII CANTOS. 
 BY 
 
 "SIBYL." 
 
 "Behold I will gather them out of all countries, whither I have 
 driven them in mine anger r and in my fury, and in great wrath ; and 
 I will bring them again unto this place, and I will cause them to 
 dwell safely." 
 
 JEREMIAH, CHAP. XXXII, VERSE 37. 
 
 NEW YORK: 
 
 ATLANTIC PUBLISHING & ENGRAVING COMPANY. 
 1881. 
 
THIS VOLUME 
 
 IS DEDICATKD WITH GKEAT RESPECT AND GRATITUDE, 
 
 TO 
 
 THE REV. WM. A. SCOTT, D. D. LL. D 
 
 THE BELOVED PASTOR OF 
 
 ST. JOHN'S I'RESISYTERIAN CHURCH, 
 
 SAN FRANCISCO, 
 CALIFORNIA, 
 
 BY 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
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PRE-FACIO. 
 
 HEN young, like children generally, I thought it 
 troublesome to read the preface of a book, but 
 now that I am on the hill top of life, I never omit it, and, 
 sometimes, when pressed for time, read the preface 
 only, regarding it indicative of what is in the author, as 
 well as what is in the book. I love to read of the mo- 
 tives which prompted him or her to undertake the task, 
 the encouragement or discouragements received while 
 engaged therein, and the hopes and fears arising for the 
 reception, by a critical public, of the labored. work of 
 their own creation. 
 
 John Frost, LL. D., in the preface to his excellent work: 
 "The Wonders of History," says : "the epics of History far 
 surpass the masterly creations of the Epic Poets. 1 ' It must 
 follow therefore, that the wonders of the history of the 
 progress of our blessed religion, through eighteen hundred 
 centuries, furnish a grand theme, when they are woven 
 into what may be termed, by an indulgent public, "A 
 Historical Epic Poem," however feeble may be the hand 
 that handles the loom. It is one dear to the heart of 
 every true child of our great and glorious HeavenlyFather. 
 When we stand on this far western "hill of time, "and, look- 
 ing back over the passing ages, view the slow, steady, but 
 
yi PRE-FACIO. 
 
 resistless march of Christianity, which comprehends civil- 
 ization, emancipation, progress and glory, and witness the 
 continued fulfilment of the learnings of the ancient Prophets 
 and the one great command of our Lord and Saviour 
 Jesus Christ to the unhappy children of Israel to wander 
 until his return, we must acknowledge "it is a grand 
 theme." 
 
 I have often heard " the great and good man" to whom 
 this work is inscribed, speak, in his sermons, as a chari- 
 table Christian should, of " Our Hebrew Brethren." 
 
 In the light of all the wonderful events, of their past 
 history, and of the rapid " fulfilment of prophecy " con- 
 cerning them, going on even at the present day, can we 
 fail to be deeply interested in that " peculiar" people ? 
 The type of this wonderful nation is the " Wandering 
 Jew." 
 
 "SIBYL." 
 
 San Francisco, 1880. 
 
CONTENTS, 
 
 CANTO I. The Crucifixion ... 
 The Race of Ahashuerus begins 
 Journey through Siberia, and to Panama, 
 
 Central America - 
 
 Journey toPatagonia, Iceland and England 
 The burning of Rome - 
 Ahashuerue' Dream 
 
 CANTO II. The Destruction of Jerusalem - 
 
 Journey through Samaria and Nain - 
 Ascends Mount Carmel 
 Journey to Nineveh and Ararat - 
 Journey to the Ruins of Pcrsepolis - 
 Through Ilindoostan to the Ilimaleh 
 
 Mountains - 
 
 Voyage down the Yellow River, in China 
 Storm on the Koang-ho, in China - 
 Shipwreck on the Island of Formosa - 
 Visits Japan - 
 Earthquake in Japan 
 Meets Herodias in Siberia with John, the 
 Baptist's Head 
 
 CANTO III. Again sees the phantom inVicuna, Austria 
 Through England and Spain to Rome - 
 To Pompeii and Alexandria - 
 To the Cheops Pyramid - 
 To Pctra in Arabia 
 
 CANTO IV. The First Crusade - 
 
 ToBaalbec 
 To Elcphanta 
 
 CANTO V. To Pekiu 
 
 The phantom again in Siberia - 
 Stone chamber, or cave, in Missouri 
 Down the Mississippi River - 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Through Cuba - 6061 
 
 To Copan and Paleuque 6265 
 
 To Tencriffe 66 
 
 To the Alhambni 6770 
 
 The Massacre of St. Bartholomew 71 
 
 To Timbuctoo, in Africa 71 
 
 To the "Garden of Eden" in Adeu, Arabia 7o 
 
 CANTO VI. Rebecca, a Hebrew maiden 76 
 
 Journey to Mecca, and Mt Arafat - 78 79 
 
 The Ruins of Babylon 80 
 
 To the Ju&gffau Mountain - 82 
 
 CANTO VII. To Hamburg 83 
 
 The phantom again in Siberia 84 
 
 On Mount Diablo in California - 85 
 
 To Orizaba and Mexico 87- 89 
 To Cuzco in South America, and Voyage 
 
 down the Amazon - 90 93 
 
 CANTO VIII. Through Spain and France, back to Jeru- 
 salem - 94 98 
 
 CANTO IX. On the Ghebre Hill, and back throughAsia 
 
 to England, thence to Upsala - 98-100 
 Through Siberia, and across the American 
 
 continent among the Indians 102104 
 
 Through Scotland and France, to Jerusalem 105106 
 
 To Austerlitz and Waterloo - 107108 
 
 CANTO X. To Otalieite in the Pacific Ocean 103-109 
 In Patagonia, and meets a Jew Pedler in 
 
 La Plata - - 110113 
 
 To England, and again through Rome 114 
 
 To Athens 117 
 
 To the Aegean Islands, and to Nazareth 117 
 
 CANTO XI. To Jerusalem, and back across Europe 
 
 and America to California - - 121 125 
 
 CANTO XII. Through Siberia, China & India to Ceylon 125-129 
 
 Once more to Babylon and Jerusalem 130 131 
 
 Crosses America towards California 132 
 
LEGEND 
 
 OF THE 
 
 "WANDERING JEW." 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 A. D. 80. 
 
 on," Ahashuerus said, and struck a cruel blow, 
 As he pointed to Mount Calvary, the Saviour bent 
 
 with woe, 
 And the heavy cross he had to bear, as he slowly toiled 
 
 along, 
 
 Followed by his fierce revilers, a hateful, hooting throng; 
 The cobbler,laying down his awl, high raised his hand in air, 
 And though he heard his Saviour call, he heeded not his 
 
 prayer, 
 
 That He might rest His weary feet beside the garden wall, 
 But toiling 'long the dusty street, with weakness saw Him 
 
 fall; 
 
 As Jesus sank beneath the load, He turned His pitying eye 
 To the unfeeling child of Israel, and, pointing up on high, 
 Said, " Yes I go, for it needs must be, but until I do 
 
 return, 
 " Thou too must go, and to and fro, where the sarfdy 
 
 deserts burn ; 
 " Across the seas, through the mountain's breeze, to all 
 
 lands thoti shalt turn; 
 " And through the gloom of the silent tomb you'll pass, 
 
 but you cannot stay, 
 
10 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 "'Though you ever chase grim monster Death, from you 
 
 he'll flee away, 
 " And ever mocking, lure you on, until the Judgment 
 
 Day!" 
 
 He hurries along to Calvary Hill, and helps the cross to set ; 
 
 He holds the nails and sees the brow of the Saviour with 
 agony wet; 
 
 But not until the sun is dark and the Vail is rent in twain, 
 
 Does he pause in his mad career, to think of his dreadful 
 curse again ; 
 
 Then with gloom, he turns towards his home, by a dread- 
 ful feeling driven, 
 
 Knowing that only by God's own hand, could the rocks 
 and tombs be riven, 
 
 And shading his eyes, from the lightning's glare, with a 
 pale and ghastly face, 
 
 Without bidding adieu to his little ones, he starts on his 
 fearful race. 
 
 He crosses Jordan's stormy banks, and stands by Mount 
 Nebo, 
 
 Breathes a prayer to the Spirit of Moses, but alas, he 
 must " onward go." 
 
 Away o'er the land of the Father's, and across the Eu- 
 phrates, 
 
 Wandering among the children of Shem, 'till he stands 
 by the China seas; 
 
 Far up in the Stanovoi mountains, where theEagle builds 
 his nest, 
 
 With no sound, save the glaciers breaking, to trouble the 
 wanderer's rest. 
 
 He would gladly stop, but he cannot, for high o'er his 
 head gleams the sword, 
 
 And he sees again in the Heavens, the form of his cruci- 
 fied Lord. 
 
 And chased by that sight and the Demons who follow 
 him night and day, 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 11 
 
 He rushes headlong from the mountain, and goes on his 
 
 ^ ceaseless way. 
 
 Over the frozen Siberian snows, far away by the Northern 
 
 Pole, 
 He stands on the edges of the continent, where the Polar 
 
 oceans roll, 
 And thinks he can surely stop in the waste, and lay him 
 
 down and die, 
 But a voice, through the howling storm, says, " Haste" 
 
 and the fiery sword gleams high. 
 He crosses the Ice, with the red man and bear, who turn 
 
 with wondering eye, 
 But they let him pass " cm" as they crouch in fear, while 
 
 his "cross marked" feet go by. 
 He hurries down through the Oregon plains, and stops 
 
 by the Shoshone falls, 
 And longs to plunge from their towering height, but the 
 
 dreadful voice still calls, 
 " Go on," above the deafening roar of seething waters 
 
 and spray; 
 Pie cannot bathe his blood marked brow, or for a moment 
 
 stay, 
 But " ow," through the wild Apache plains, to the soil of 
 
 Mexico, ^ 
 Popocatapetl's height he slowly gains, to see where next to 
 
 Through the sickly swamps of Panama, where the chat- 
 tering monkeys hung, 
 From the cocoa trees, and stared at him, as over his head 
 
 they swung. 
 
 In " Terra del Fuego," the torrid land of fire, 
 He feels the fever in his veins, and thinks he must expire; 
 But far away by the Southern pole, there is a fearful 
 
 sight! 
 For, hanging in the very heavens, in glittering gems of 
 
 light, 
 There is a cross ! He Drives a scream and draws his mantle 
 
 o er 
 
12 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 His bloodshot eyes, and rushes on to the broad Atlantic 
 
 shore, 
 And plunging in, as the breakers roll upon the sandy 
 
 beach, 
 
 He hopes to ease Ids burning soul, far out of human reach. 
 But no ! They toss him wildly back upon the hated shore, 
 And the dreadful voice again says " Go, go on for ever- 
 more!" 
 With sickening dread again he starts, o'er mountains, 
 
 forests, plains, 
 Through the :f: red men's haunts again he goes, and the 
 
 Arctic circle gains. 
 
 To"Greenland'sIcyinountains,"andIceland 1 sfrozeusnow, 
 Into her boiling Geysers, he tries in vain to go. 
 But they vornit him back with a dreadful roar and a 
 
 horrid, sulphurous smell, 
 Behind, the Demons hurry him " on, 1 ' before, they point 
 
 to Hell!! 
 He enters a ship to cross the seas, and as the storm sweeps 
 
 past, 
 He longs to bury beneath the waves his toil worn form, 
 
 at last. 
 The ship goes down on the rock bound shore, and all but 
 
 him are lost, 
 On Caledonia's rugged coast, the wretched Wanderer's 
 
 tossed. 
 Then over the heather and through the moor, to Britta- 
 
 nia's fog girt shore,f 
 
 He goes, ever hearing the dread command, "go on for- 
 ever more /" 
 And then in the caves and hollow trees, where lived the 
 
 Druids of old, 
 He tells his story on bended knees, and begs them their 
 
 rites to hold. 
 That on their altars of stone they lay, "with the oak and 
 
 mistletoe bough, 
 
 * North America. t A. D. 50. 
 
OE THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 13 
 
 His weary body, and humbly pray that God would take 
 
 him now. 
 It could not be, he must up and "cw," and cross the sea 
 
 again, 
 And enter once more the cities fair, and the busy haunts 
 
 of men, 
 Down through the sunny land of France, away to the 
 
 southern shores, 
 
 Across the Mediterranean sea, to where the Tiber pours 
 Pier muddy waters' from her mouths, as to the sea they're 
 
 whirled, 
 Past old imperial Rorna, proud mistress of the world. 
 
 As he nears her wide Campagna,- on a dark and gloomy 
 
 night, 
 
 Suddenly the horizon is blazing with a, fearful, lurid light.* 
 The startling cry of "Fire"! is heard on every side, 
 While shouts and imprecations are echoed far and wide. 
 And, high above them all, the roaring of the flames, 
 As they near the Amphitheatre, where Nero, with his 
 
 games, 
 
 Made a jockey of himself, and rode his own horse races, 
 For three hundred thousand fools with their sea of grin- 
 ning faces. 
 
 The "Obelisks" are lighted, as the waves of Fire roll on, 
 And stand in awful grandeur, seeming to look upon 
 Destruction, as it gathers new strength in its advance, 
 The People view their temples fall, and stand as in a 
 
 trance ; . 
 
 On "the seven hills, "the lurid glare is lighting every sido ; 
 Alexander on Bucephalus, his marble horse, doth ride, 
 And 'on Mount Viminalis the osiers green are seen; 
 And grandly looms the Tarpeian rock, where of old the 
 
 sly Sabine, 
 
 Led on by Roman virgin, entered the Roman walls, 
 And by their lawless violence made trouble in Roman 
 
 halls. 
 * (The Burning of Rome. -A. D. 64.) 
 
14 THB WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Oh ! shall those noble Forums where the old Penates stand, 
 ' With their temples and their colonnades and triumphal 
 
 arches grand, 
 
 Fall before the fiery demon as it nears the Pantheon; 
 Its Peristyle and columns, its marbles and its dome, 
 Its pavement by Agrippa built, by the Caesars trodden on, 
 The grandest of the Pagan shrines, in grander ancient 
 
 Rome ? 
 On come the forked tongues of flame, sweeping past the 
 
 dungeon walls 
 
 Of the great "Mamertine prisons,' 1 within whose dark- 
 some halls 
 Perished many a human being, whose piteous sighs and 
 
 groans 
 Grew fainter still and weaker, as they "wore away to 
 
 bones." 
 'Though eight hundred thousand tons of the "enemy of 
 
 Fire" 
 Rolled through the Claudian aqueduct, yet still the flames 
 
 rose higher; 
 For those luxurious people, ground down by Tyrant's 
 
 power, 
 
 Could only stand and look with awe upon their evil hour. 
 While on MecaBna's lofty pile, with devilish joy and fiddles 
 
 clang, 
 Of burning Troy and ruin wide, the hateful tyrant Nero 
 
 sang. 
 (Not much like Trojan prince was he, ensconced in safety 
 
 there, 
 
 Not much like ^Eneas of old, who did his father bear. 
 Upon his brawny shoulders, from the flames of burning 
 
 Troy, 
 
 And grieved to see the Grecians, loved Troas thus de- 
 stroy.) 
 
 Now Pyramids and Porticoes and marble columns stand, 
 In blackened ruins everywhere-, and now heard on every 
 
 hand 
 The murmurs of the populace, that begin to fill the air. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 15 
 
 He tells them that the Christians, in their humble place 
 
 of prayer, 
 
 Are plotting dark conspiracies, and must be hunted out; 
 So after them they rush, with a deafening, hellish shout, 
 And some are sewed in wild beast skins, by savage dogs 
 
 are torn ; 
 Some are covered o'er with wax, and to Nero's gardens 
 
 borne, 
 And burned, while some are crucified and torn from 
 
 limb to limb ! 
 
 Ahashuerus glances 'round, and longs with strange desire, 
 To share the Tyrant's fury and with them to expire. 
 " I am a Christian too," he said, " and do my crosses bear, 
 " Just look at the marks my feet have made, upon your 
 
 Roman mire! 
 Thou hateful Tyrant, 'drunk with blood!' I will be 
 
 crucified ! 
 Would God ! that with the martyrs too, I long ago had 
 
 died !" 
 Lo ! Nero starts with horror back, as he sees the blood 
 
 marked place 
 Upon his brow, and his long white beard hanging from 
 
 his haggard face. 
 
 He turns away, he's sick of blood, and feels as if he'd fall: 
 A Roman soldier meets him and presents tlielieadofPaid! 
 * * * z * * , * 
 
 * :: * * * 
 
 "No hope for me, I cannot die, 'though much I covet 
 
 death ; 
 " Oh, would that God would pity me, and take my weary 
 
 breath." 
 
 With heavy heart he starts again along the Appian way, 
 To where the mount Vesuvius looms o'er the ISI aples Bay. 
 He treads the cool mosaics of the City of Pompeii, 
 And leans o'er her marble cisterns, and lists to the rolling 
 
 sea ; 
 He glances at Nero's statue, and thinks of the scenes 
 
 just passed, 
 
16 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Then up at the mountain's angry top, while his heart 
 
 beats hard and fast, 
 
 With the wish that the Lava now would pour, 
 And cover him up, at last. 
 He gazes upon the frescoed walls, and the Temple of 
 
 Hercules, 
 And then at the shrine of Isis, where her priests are 
 
 waiting in ease ; 
 
 He looks upon them all with a sort of vacant stare, 
 And the people pause and shake their heads 
 At the old man standing there. 
 A kind-hearted, generous Israelite hands him a loaf of 
 
 bread, 
 He silently takes it, 'and hurries "on" merely nodding 
 
 his hoary head. 
 
 He shrinks away to the suburbs, the very picture of woe, 
 Leaving behind him Pompeii and the Villa of Cicero. 
 He passes along by the vineyard grounds, where the 
 
 patient oxen slow, 
 Turn up the soil with their heavy plows, as yoked by the 
 
 horns they go, 
 And Italia' s peasants pound away, with all their might 
 
 and main, 
 To make into the snowy flour, the rest of the last year's 
 
 ^ grain. 
 
 Or whistling loudly, as they near their humble rural home, 
 Returning after their hard days work on the Aqueducts 
 
 of Rome. 
 As he journeys along to the south afar, Mount Etna looms 
 
 in sight, 
 And shines in the dark, like the lurid star,* they have 
 
 named the "God of Fight." 
 He quickens his pace, he has thought of a way to end his 
 
 troubles now, 
 And soon he stands on that crater's mouth, by the terrible 
 
 mountain's brow ; 
 
 * Mars. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 17 
 
 ("For he travels faster than others do, and gets over 
 
 time and space, 
 "With the speed of the wind in the hurricane, while 
 
 rifnning his fearful race.") 
 He looks aloft and sees that Form, that ever haunts his 
 
 brain, 
 Then headlong bounds in the fiery flood, but is soon 
 
 thrown back again. 
 
 AHASHUEKUS' DKEAM. 
 
 He lay long time in stunned repose, dreaming he'd been 
 
 to Hell; f 
 
 And that, as "Charon" ferried him o'er, in darkness, to 
 
 the other shore, 
 
 And Cerberus barked with his centum head, 
 And he felt his senses freeze with dread 
 At the discordant sound of sob and yell; 
 An idea in his mind had birth, 
 That he'd rather endure his " hell on earth," 
 Then encounter the dreadful scenes within, 
 That dread abode of despair and sin ! 
 That drop of comfort was like to him, 
 A sparkling goblet, filled to the brim, 
 To the thirsty traveller's eye. 
 And he thought, perhaps, should he patiently try 
 His heavy load to bear, 
 That God would finally let him die, 
 And for that he breathed a prayer. 
 
18 THE WANDEKING JEW; 
 
 CANTO II. 
 
 (The Destruction of Jerusalem. A. D. 70.) 
 
 length, in the light of the Nisan moon, he stands 
 
 on Zion's hill. 
 But hark ! What echoes reach his ear? What sounds the 
 
 hill sides fill? 
 Groans rise, as if from one vast throat, and horrid 
 
 stenches come, 
 Borne on the breeze, with the sounds of war, and the roll 
 
 of the heavy drum. 
 
 And looking 'round upon the hills, there is a long array 
 Of helmets, like the ones he saw on crucifixion day ! 
 Oh! 'Tis a dread Passover, they're keeping down below; 
 They who follow " John and Simon," are runnning to 
 
 and fro, 
 
 To snatch from dying lips a little piece of bread, 
 And tear the clothes, in their wild search, e'en from the 
 
 stiffening dead ! ! 
 
 Antonia's tower is crumbling now, its foundations over- 
 thrown, 
 While bank on bank the Romans raise, with dead and 
 
 dying strewn; 
 The cloisters blaze, for the maddened Jews their temple 
 
 will not save ; 
 
 Josephus begs them to come out, as Jehoiachim the brave, 
 Before the king of Babylon, beyond the city wall, 
 For Caesar could not bear to see God's Holy Temple fall. 
 But all in vain! The starving reel like drunken men, like 
 
 mad dogs stagger past 
 In search of some vile garbage, with which to break their 
 
 fast, 
 While styoes and girdles, leather shields, and even wisps 
 
 of hay, 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 19 
 
 Are quickly chewed, and remnants hid in bosoms gaunt, 
 
 away. 
 
 An infant hangs on Mary's breast, in innocence it smiles, 
 As a few drops trickling down its throat, its little thirst 
 
 beguiles ; 
 What madness takes that mother now, as she slays her 
 
 little son, 
 And roasting his poor, bony limbs, devours them one by 
 
 one? 
 
 Demoniac zealots scent the food, and rushing madly in, 
 Demand a share, but turn away in horror at the sin. 
 The streets are running red with gore, and, hark ! the fire 
 
 brands snap, 
 
 And soon the fiery demon will the Holy Temple wrap. 
 The wanderer looks around him with a sort of secret joy, 
 And thinks, mid all this carnage, he can himself destroy. 
 And dashing headlong down the steep, towards the waves 
 
 of fire, 
 
 He plunges in, but strange to say, before him they retire! 
 He turns to the Roman soldiers, in hopes they'll pierce 
 
 him through, 
 
 Instead of that he 's taken up, and sent o'er Cedron too. 
 He draws his ragged mantle across his starting eye, 
 Then turns his head from Calvary, and hurries quickly by. 
 And, resting a moment at Olivet, whose height he dare 
 
 not climb, 
 (Where the "Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief" 
 
 had sat in the olden time, 
 And wept as he told of Jerusalem's fate, whose children 
 
 he would have covered, 
 As a hen would cover her helpless brood, when destruction 
 
 o'er it hovered.) 
 
 The wanderer thinks of the Saviour's words to the weep- 
 ing women around, 
 As they saw him reel with his heavy load, and fall to the 
 
 stony ground. 
 
 "Jerusalem's daughters! weep not for me, but for your- 
 selves and children there, 
 
20 THE WAKDFEING JEW; 
 
 "For blessed be the paps that never gave suck, and the 
 
 wombs that never bare; 
 
 " In that time that will come, when ye shall say, 
 "Fall on us, oh! mountain and hill, 
 " And cover us from the dreadful sounds, 
 "The walls of Jerusalem fill"!! 
 A gleam of repentance shoots through his soul, the first 
 
 for many a day, 
 As through his brain remembrances roll, but he feels he 
 
 cannot stay; 
 And girding his loins, and taking his staff, he starts on 
 
 his dreary tramp, 
 And soon is far away from the sound and the din of the 
 
 Roman camp. 
 
 Covered with dust, and burning with thirst, the wand- 
 erer stops by Samaria's well; 
 
 A woman asks from whence he come, can he news from 
 Jerusalem tell? 
 
 "Oh ! dreadful news do I bring with me, Jerusalem's 
 glory thou'lt no more see, 
 
 "For her temples and towers are all laid low, and her 
 children forth to slavery go, 
 
 " To wander as outcasts, afar through the earth 
 
 " And curse the day that gave them birth" 
 
 "You seem very old," the woman* said, "did you ever 
 hear of the Lord? 
 
 "My grandmother told me, who now is dead, that she 
 heard him preach the word 
 
 " Of life to thousands, who followed Him then, and she 
 followed Him on to Calvary, when 
 
 " They nailed Him on the dreadful tree, and she stood 
 by his mother and Mary to see, 
 
 "Them, 'cast lots for His vesture and His raiment part, 1 
 and pierce his side with the cruel dart, 
 
 "Until there poured forth a crimson flood; 
 
 "Upon us and our children be His blood, 
 * The grand daughter of Mary of Magdula called Mary Magdalene. 
 
OK THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 21 
 
 "They cried, and each wagged his hateful head, 
 
 " Until dark grew the sun, and an earthquake dread." 
 
 "Hold woman! I saw, Oh, God, I saw it all," 
 
 And the poor old man seemed about to fall, 
 
 He leaned for support on the deep well's brink, 
 
 While she filjed her pitcher, and bade him drink, 
 
 And as he went " on" she knew not why, 
 
 He gazed aloft with a staring eye, 
 
 For up in the Heavens blue canopy 
 
 He saw a sight, she could not see! 
 
 And now he is wandering "on" again, 
 
 With heavy heart he enters Nain, 
 
 A sad procession winds along, a woman walks in the 
 weeping throng, 
 
 He asks who's borne upon the bier? 
 
 She answers as she wipes a tear, " A widow's son! No Je- 
 sus here, 
 
 To raise him from the dead! 
 
 Or walk about the streets of Nain, to heal the sick and 
 soothe the pain, 
 
 Of the sinful wanderer turned again, or give his followers 
 bread." 
 
 She does not see the fearful look upon her listener's face, 
 
 He heaves a sigh and then moves "on," his never ending 
 race. 
 
 He stands by the shore of the placid lake, in the land of 
 Galilee, 
 
 Where Mary of Magdala lived, who was the last to see 
 
 Her Lord enclosed within the tomb, and the first to see 
 Rabboni rise, 
 
 In glory from its gloom. 
 
 Where'er his wandering footsteps turn, he hears of Jesus' 
 name, 
 
 That he was ever "doing good," his followers all pro- 
 claim! 
 
 The wanderer longs in vain to go, where he can ne'er be 
 seen, 
 
22 THE WANDEKING JEW; 
 
 And where heUl never hear the name of the " lowly Naza- 
 
 rene." 
 
 Anywhere, anywhere on the world's wide scene, 
 Where he'll never hear of the Nazarene ! ! 
 
 He next ascends Mount Carmel's heights, and stands 
 like tree forlorn, 
 
 A gnarled old trunk, of all the leaves, and shapely 
 branches shorn; 
 
 He looks towards the Western Sea, and longs to lie below 
 
 Its cold blue waves; it cannot be, he must ever " onward 
 go." 
 
 He turns towards the Orient, where Jordan's banks are 
 seen, 
 
 And like a winding silver thread, old Jordan rolls be- 
 tween ; 
 
 Far, far beyond the " Dead Sea Lake," many thousand 
 feet below, 
 
 Away beyond Jerusalem, as far as eye can go; 
 
 And then around the mountain's brow, in the quiet solemn 
 night, 
 
 All nature calm, and still below, in the beams of the cold 
 moonlight. 
 
 Only within his own sad breast do the fires of unrest burn, 
 
 On mountain's height, in deserts wild, wherever he may 
 turn. 
 
 "Ha! What is this I stumble on," Abash uerus said, 
 
 "My family were buried here, who all are long since 
 dead; 
 
 "Skulls! three, six, nine! Ah! you could die, why can- 
 not I ? 
 
 "IM1 break your rest so fine ! ! 
 
 "There, there you go ! Go bounding down the moun- 
 tain's rocky side 
 
 " Into the chasm deep below and forever from me hide, 
 
 " Thou grinning skulls, that seem to mock me in my agony, 
 
 " You'll rest down there, while I away, must ever toander- 
 ing be." 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PttOPHECY. 23 
 
 "0, on,'' he goes to the vales below, toward the East 
 
 away, 
 Until on the plains of Jericho his wandering footsteps 
 
 stray ; 
 
 vVnd then by Bethabara's ford (where Joshua, son of Nun, 
 Led the tribes across to the promised land, and landed 
 
 every one 
 
 In safety on fair Canaan's shore, by Jericho's high wall, 
 Which, at the sound of the battering ram, did quick in 
 
 ruins fall.) 
 lie cast one lingering look behind, towards his native 
 
 Ian d, 
 Then crossed the Jordan's flood again, and the burning 
 
 desert's strand. 
 
 Far up on the Tigris River, where the City of Ninus lies, 
 Buried in the sands of ages, impelled by despair lie flies; 
 And stands by the tomb of Jonah who, by Jehovah sent, 
 Called on the ancient Ninevans to turn them and repent; 
 And God in mercy spared them for a time, and heard their 
 
 prayer. 
 "Oh! why did not Jerusalem turn, when a greater than 
 
 Jonah was there!" 
 Thus he thought as he looked around him, desolation on 
 
 every hand, 
 While the " comorant* sang in the windows, and the 
 
 beasts lay down in the sand." 
 
 He started again on his travels, on the top of Ararat, 
 Where the Ark of Noah rested, in silence and gloom he 
 
 sat; 
 No dove brings an "olive" to him, but deluge like over 
 
 his soul, 
 
 With the memory of what he has lost, the floods of regret- 
 fulness roll, 
 
 Next he stands by the palace of Jeinsheed, in the Persian 
 
 land afar, 
 * Zephaniab, Chap. 11. v. 14. 
 
24 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Gazing up at the " Forty Pillars," lofty pillars of Chil- 
 
 minar; 
 Whose Sphinxes looked down for ages on the tramping 
 
 of hostile foes, 
 On the crowds that worshipped the sun, or kept the "Feast 
 
 of Noo Roze."* 
 Where 'er he turns the ruins gray, on which the night 
 
 dews fall, 
 
 Silently whisper the truth, that he is the saddest ruin of all. 
 For theirs is the ruin of matter, they feel not the elements 
 
 roll, 
 They feel not the winds that beat them, but his is the 
 
 ruin of soul. 
 With a sigh he gathers his robe and bows his head in 
 
 prayer, 
 And bids farewell to the Sphinxes, the silent sentinels there. 
 
 Away to the rapid "Indus," whose broad, deep waters 
 
 are rolled 
 From the towering Himaleh mountains, o'er beds that 
 
 shine with gold; 
 
 Where the Assyrian queen, with mock Elephants seen, 
 And Darius with camels untold, 
 " Alexander the Great," on Bucephalus grand, 
 Seemed each by the wide river told, 
 Thus far shall thou come and no farther can go, 
 "But in the future, as ages are rolled, 
 "A people shall come from their Western home,f 
 " And gather our sands of gold." 
 
 "They '11 tell us by lightning, what day they'll arrive. 
 "No use for the caravan slow, 
 
 "Steam horses will pant and snort o'er the plains, 
 " As from Hongkong to Joppa they go." 
 
 Wandering around the Punjaub plain, through the wav- 
 ing cotton bolls, 
 
 * See Persepolis in the "Ruins of Ancient Cities" Charles Bucke* 
 t The English and Americans. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 25 
 
 Where the rice fields yield the staff of life, to where the 
 
 jungle holds, 
 
 The fiery tiger glaring through the jungle palisade, 
 By the prickly shrub, and thorny brush and lofty cane 
 
 trees made. 
 From the pleasant shade of the Banyan tree, and the 
 
 dreary deserts sand, 
 Where the " Mirage" * mocks the longing eye, and the 
 
 touch of the burning hand; 
 
 Near a little desert "oasis, 1 ' by a lonely straw hut town, 
 With weary limbs and burning thirst, the traveler lays 
 
 him down. 
 
 And oh! what happiness to find a watermelon cool, 
 By the ruined wall of an old mud fort, close by a muddy 
 
 pool. 
 
 The soutn winds come laden with sweets from afar, 
 And the gales with aroma blow o'er, 
 The coasts, like the breath, from spiced Malabar, 
 Of maidens in far Mangalore. 
 Who sigh as they look far out on the sea, 
 For their lovers, who ventured o'er, 
 To the glittering sands of " Blest Araby," 
 And mourn that they come no more. 
 Could he but lie in that grateful shade, under the Indian 
 
 sky, 
 
 'Though far from his native land he'd strayed, how glad- 
 ly would he die! 
 
 Away on the Northern horizon, a row of pinnacles stand, 
 And something urges him to " go on" like an unseen 
 threatening hand. 
 
 He passes the temples of Delhi, avoiding the homes of 
 
 men, 
 
 Up through the plains of Nepaul to the pestilential glen, 
 Where the vapours rise from the dark recess, and the long 
 
 grass mournful waves ; 
 
 * See "The Historical and descriptive account of British India, by 
 members of the Hon. East India Go's, service." 
 
26 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 The Elephant tramps through the gloomy shades, and the 
 ground is covered with graves. 
 
 For the plague has been before him, and reached that 
 dismal place, 
 
 But is destined now to follow him " o??," and attend him 
 in his race. 
 
 For with the " fell destroyer," whom men the Cholera call, 
 
 Where'er he stops, the thousands like leaves in autumn fall. 
 
 Higher up in the lofty glens, where the Jumna and Gang- 
 es start, 
 
 The litchens cling to the jutting rocks, and the nimble 
 chamois dart, 
 
 Far off to the "Happy Valley," to maidens and poets dear, 
 
 Where the roses bloom, in rich perfume in the kingdom 
 of Cashmere; 
 
 And higher still from the snowy peak, ne'er trod by the 
 foot of man, 
 
 Looking down on the village of Gantrontri and the 
 plains of Hindoostan; 
 
 Above him sigh the dark old pines, beneath the cataract 
 roars, 
 
 As the loosened stones go bounding down with the 
 melted snow that pours, 
 
 To the "Dewta's" * haunts in the lonely glen, where the 
 Hindoo pilgrims stray, 
 
 From the far off shores of Ilindoostan, in the solitudes to 
 pray ; 
 
 From where the parted Ganges meets the Bay of Ben- 
 - gal's foam, 
 
 Where the ponderous Elephant ranges and the Bengal 
 tigers roam; 
 
 From the (oast of Coromandel, where the tropical sun- 
 light pours, 
 
 Its fiercest beams on the arid sands of the hot Oarnatic 
 shores; 
 
 * Spirits, in Hindoo mythology. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 27 
 
 From the spicy hills of Malabar, where the Betel and 
 palm trees grow, 
 
 From famed Golconda's cooler plains, with gems from 
 the glittering mines, 
 
 To lay at the feet of their Deities, and deck their Pagan 
 shrines; 
 
 Those pilgrims, with pious thought intent, in long pro- 
 cession go, 
 
 Far up to the Himaleh moun tains,to worship " Mahadeo." * 
 
 As he stood and looked and wondered, where next his 
 steps would stray, 
 
 A voice on that mountain thundered, "go 07?, your cease- 
 less way. " 
 
 And blinded by the lightning, that played round the 
 mountain's crest, 
 
 He uttered foi'th an anguished cry, that God would give 
 him rest ! 
 
 But that Ear was deaf to his wailings, that even in mercy 
 bends 
 
 To the believing Christian mourner, and His grace and 
 mercy sends. 
 
 With a sigh and a look to the Indian sea, and one to 
 Jerusalem, 
 
 He descends the mountain's rugged side, and leaves the 
 land of Shem. 
 
 Near the the stream of the yellow " Hoang Ho," in the 
 
 City of Kae-foong-foo,f 
 
 He met a Hebrew going in, at the door of the"Lee-pai-sou. 11 J 
 A gleam of pleasure darted across his thin old face, 
 Impulsively he started, at seeing one of his race. 
 (Was there ever a man whose heart did not beat, when 
 
 off in a foreign land, 
 
 * The third personage in the Hindoo Trinity, whom they supposed 
 to have thrown up the Ilirnaleh, for a retreat, ou withdrawing from 
 Ceylon. See " British India." 
 
 fA. D. 635. 
 
 % Synagogue See a letter of Pere Gonzani, dated 1704, in a History 
 of China, by John Francis. Davis F. R. S. Vol. 1st. 
 
28 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 With joy, as he chanced to a countryman greet, with the 
 
 grasp of a friendly hand ?) 
 With reverence low and filled with awe, he enters the 
 
 place of prayer, 
 The Veiled Rabbi reads great Moses' law, and kneels 
 
 beside his chair,* 
 Where rests the " Ta-king" sacred book, containing God's 
 
 commands, 
 The Hebrew's guide, in his wanderings throughout the 
 
 Gentile lands. 
 The prayers are o'er, the people go, each one to his own 
 
 home ; 
 He lingers long in the sacred porch, no one asks him to 
 
 come. 
 
 But turning back, with childish grace, the little Rachael said, 
 " Pa, who's that man with the ugly face, who sighed 
 
 when the Rabbi read, 
 " The sixth commandment, and bowed down to the floor 
 
 and wept aloud ? 
 "See! There he is in the door just now, coming out behind 
 
 the crowd." 
 "Some traveler, I think, my daughter, I'll stop and ask 
 
 his name, 
 "What brought him here and where he goes, also from 
 
 whence he came." 
 
 " Ahashuerus, a Hebrew! and from Jerusalem! 
 "My Fathers came from Judah too, many long years ago, 
 "They passed the sea and desert through, six hundred 
 
 thousand men or so, 
 "As forth from Egypt's bondage the Lord delivered 
 
 them. 
 "And we're His 'peculiar-): people,' and no matter where 
 
 we stray, 
 
 *" When they read the Bible in their synagogues, they cover the face 
 with a transparent veil in memory of Moses who descended from the 
 Mount, with his face covered; they also placed the sacred Book on 
 the chair of Moses." See the letter of Pere Gonzani, dated 1704, in 
 the History of China, hy John Francis Davis, Vol. 1. 
 t 1st EI>. of Peter, Chap. 11, v. 9. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 29 
 
 " He will ever go before us, and guide us on our way. 
 "Some time we'll all go back to Zion's hill again, 
 "And see our dear Jerusalem, and we'll be happy then." 
 "You'll never see Jerusalem," Ahashuerus said, 
 " Far from her ruined walls, her children now are fled ! 
 " For the haughty Roman victor has leveled all her 
 
 towers, 
 "And Judah's land now prostrate lies before the Pagan 
 
 powers. 
 
 " A holy Prophet * came from God, and to them did pro- 
 claim, 
 "That their Messiah soon would come, and Jesus was 
 
 His name. 
 
 "And they would not believe that He was God's own son, 
 " But crucified Him with two thieves, and 'knew not 
 
 what they'd done. ' 
 
 " The Prophets all had told them that they should scat- 
 tered be 
 "Throughout all lands and nations, and roam from sea 
 
 to sea; 
 " But return and build Jerusalem, when prophetic times 
 
 expire, 
 "And acknowledge Him their Saviour, their long looked 
 
 for Messiah." 
 
 " When did all this happen ? " said Simon, drawing near, 
 " About six hundred years ago ! " With face now white 
 
 with fear, 
 Simon drew back, his hair stood up, and he stared in 
 
 blank amaze, 
 
 To hear him talk of centuries, as they were of yesterdays. 
 That old man seemed like some weird Spirit come from 
 
 another world, 
 Who down to Hell, or near it, from Heaven had been 
 
 hurled ; 
 
 And clasping still more closely his little Rachael's hand, 
 Simon, by degrees, much farther off did stand. 
 
 * St. John the Baptist. 
 
30 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 " When did you leave Judaea ? '' he asked the aged one. 
 " More than six hundred years ago I began my race to run, 
 " For I, alas! helped nail Him upon the 'accursed tree,' 
 "I'm doomed to wander till he comes; oh ! pray it soon 
 
 may be." 
 
 He ceased to speak and gazed into the vaulted sky, 
 With a face of pallid whiteness and a wild dilating eye ; 
 He started towards the river, as if seized with a sudden 
 
 whim, 
 As if he followed something, or something followed 
 
 him ; 
 And reaching its banks now weary, with feeble steps and 
 
 slow, 
 He enters a barge, and slowly sails down the "Hoang-ho." 
 
 He sits apart from the crowd of jabbering beings on 
 
 board, 
 And envies the poor dead baby floating by on its empty 
 
 gourd.* 
 An ominous stillness reigns o'er all, the black clouds 
 
 darken the thirsty ground, f 
 While one by one the great drops fall, and are followed 
 
 soon by a rushing sound. 
 The thunder rumbles far away in the North, the forked 
 
 lightnings zig-zag forth; 
 The river has burst its lawful bound, and is sweeping its 
 
 way o'er the marshy ground, 
 
 Spreading destruction wide around. E'en down to the Yel- 
 low Sea shore, 
 The seething waters wildly dash, by altars and temples 
 
 reared, 
 To appease the dread "Da-king," the great "Loong- 
 
 wang J " they feared : 
 
 * It is thought that empty gourde are tied to the infants of Chinese, 
 who pass their lives in boats, in order to cause them to float, and that 
 it is a mistake to suppose them guilty of infanticide. See, History of 
 China Chap. 7th. by John Francis Davis. 
 t Storm on the " Hoang-ho." 
 i The God of the Rivers. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 31 
 
 And rushing by Pagodas high, unmindful of the Gods 
 
 within, 
 That stand in niches along the walls, the Mighty " Bhud- 
 
 dha" and<-Kuan-zin;"* 
 They deluge the fair and fertile land with their ruinous 
 
 /overflow, 
 Far back to the hills, where camelias stand, with their 
 
 sweet flowers white as snow. 
 
 Hark ! A mysterious, angry roar ! What means that aw- 
 ful sound ? 
 The dread " Tae-foong " f has neared the shore and the 
 
 mountain billows bound. 
 The frightened sea birds sail in haste, through the murky 
 
 air, o'er the boundless waste 
 Of the mighty waters, that lash with foam, the junks that 
 
 afar on the south seas roam. 
 
 On the Nanking tower the sun is shining, gilding its 
 
 porcelain tiles, 
 The clouds are showing their silver lining, and nature is 
 
 wreathed in smiles; 
 But the wanderer's tossed on the chopping sea, and little 
 
 cares he where he may be; 
 Whether sunk beneath the billowy main, or swept away 
 
 with the hurricane ! 
 
 On lone Formosa's sea-girt isle his junk is stranded high, 
 Down rush a horde of savages, with a startling develish 
 
 cry. 
 With their blackened teeth in a horrid grin, unmindful 
 
 of the breakers' foam, 
 They drag the frightened sailors in the boundaries of 
 
 their mountain home, 
 And as the crackling fagots burn, and they whet their 
 
 glittering knives, 
 The poor souls know not where to turn, or what to do to 
 
 save their lives ; 
 
 * An important female divinity in Buddhist mythology. 
 tTyhoon or great wind. 
 
32 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 They think of their children far away, of their loving 
 
 wives who watch and pray 
 For their health and safe return. 
 With chattering teeth and knocking knees, and faces 
 
 white with fear, 
 Those hardy men, in the mountain breeze, let fall a silent 
 
 tear, 
 
 And each one breathes to Heaven a prayer, that quick re- 
 lief may reach them there, 
 While the fagots brightly burn ! 
 
 Ahashuerus, exulting now, at the sight of speedy death, 
 Confronts those knives with haughty brow, and an almost 
 
 stifled breath; 
 But they turn away with sneering look, his heart within 
 
 him sinks, 
 And the sailors' blood, as from a brook, the tattooed 
 
 savage drinks. 
 Thinking to show an abject fear, and his turn would 
 
 sooner come, 
 He heaves a sigh, and drops a tear; but with an under 
 
 hum 
 Of earnest tones,with frightened looks, they seem inclined 
 
 to go, 
 And leave their roasts and stakes untouched, and their 
 
 grand repast forego. 
 "Oh ! 'Tis ever thus, from that evil hour, when I heard 
 
 that great One say, 
 " Though you ever chase grim monster Death, from you 
 
 he'll flee away, 
 "And, ever mocking, lure you l on, until the Judgment 
 
 Day ! " 
 
 Sadly he turns to the Eastern shore, where rolls the 
 
 Pacific wave, 
 Once more be breathes an earnest prayer, that it may be 
 
 his grave; 
 And wading far to meet the tide, with outstretched arms 
 
 of welcoming, 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PEOPHECY. 33 
 
 No shr) did e'er so safely ride, when into harbour hasten- 
 ing. 
 
 And floating on with cork-like grace, for only his heart 
 had weight, 
 
 He knew he must still pursue his race, and patiently bow 
 to fate. 
 
 A trading junco comes along, with bellying sails and 
 sailors strong, 
 
 And quick to larboard side they throng, and pull the 
 dripping Avanderer in. 
 
 With clothing dry, and coffee strong, from Java's spicy 
 land, 
 
 And pitying look and wondering eye, those honest sailors 
 stand, 
 
 And each one tries, with kindly thought, to lend a help- 
 ing hand. 
 
 Then driven on by the great monsoon, on the wings of 
 
 the wind the junco flew 
 Away to the Island of Yipangu. 1 
 Where the palaces shine with burnished gold, and dead 
 
 men's mouths the pink pearls hold, 2 
 Where the holy Mias 3 throng the way, in which the 
 
 solemn "Bonzes ', 4 pray, 
 For the people who crowd the shaded way, to strike the 
 
 sounding gong 5 within 
 The gate of Ixo, blest retreat, where once a year the 
 
 pilgrims meet, 
 To pray together at the feet of "Tensio-dar-sin." o 
 
 1 Niphon, or Japan, called Yipangu by Marco Polo. 
 
 2 Marco Polo says that gold was so plenty that the roofs of some 
 of the -Japanese palaces were covered with a plating of gold, also the 
 ceilings of the halls, and small tables of pure gold were used, and 
 that one part of tic inhabitants placed a large pink pearl in the 
 mouths of the corpses on burying them. 
 
 3 Temples. 
 
 4 Priests. 
 
 5 A gong hangs within the gates of their temples, by striking which 
 each visitor announces his arrival. 
 
 6 The reputed mother of the Japanese nation, a demi-goddess said 
 to have been bom and died at Isjc or Ixo. 
 
THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Pie stands on the shores of the "Sun Source 1 land," around 
 
 him a sea of eyes, 
 Not one in all that sunburnt band, to know what it is he 
 
 cries. 
 They offer him "Saki," 2 rice and cake, and around him 
 
 pitying stand, 
 While all manner of signs they rapidly make, that he 
 
 must leave their land. 
 Not knowing their laws, he turns to the hills, longing to 
 
 be alone, 
 But quick as thought, each " conch-shell" 3 fills with a 
 
 startling long drawn tone. 
 Away he goes o'er bridges and streams, and after him 
 
 quick they fly, 
 Like a " will o' the wisp," he keeps ahead to the top of 
 
 Mount Fusi. 
 Astonished and baffled their leader turns, filled with a 
 
 sinking dread ; 
 He draws his keen sword 4 twice across his body ! And 
 
 life has fled ! 
 
 Ahashuerus lays him down on the sand-bright 5 moun- 
 tain's side, 
 
 And looks at the waters of Jedo Bay, where they meet 
 the Pacific tide ; 
 
 He can hear the distant billows roar, as they dash on 
 Kana-gawa's shore, 
 
 Sounding, sounding, evermore, in a saddening monotone, 
 
 Seeming to say, with a threatening sound, 
 
 Thou must keep "on" going the world around, 
 
 1 The Chiuese named the Island of Japan " Jih-pun-quo," or 
 u Sun Source kingdom." See " Japan," by R. Hildreth. 
 
 2 A spirituous liquor made of rice. 
 
 3 Account of Fernam Mendez Pinto,as to the Japanese mode of 
 calling " to arms." Sec " Hildreth's Japan." 
 
 4 The Japanese method of committing suicide, when anticipating 
 any disgrace, to secure the property from confiscation and family 
 from death. 
 
 5 The sides of Mount Fusi are covered with a bright dazzling sand*. 
 See " Hildreth's Japan." 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 
 
 The Andalusian coral and the Catalonian pearl, 
 
 The silks and oils and spices from the far off Eastern 
 
 world, 
 Are brought to deck the ancient town that stands upon 
 
 the river, 
 Where hamlets line its fertile banks, the famed old 
 
 " Gaudelquiver," 
 On which the palace of Zahra* stands, with its ceilings 
 
 of steel and gold, 
 And its columns of granite and marble grand, its silver 
 
 fountains pure and cold: 
 While the light of a thousand lamps flashed out, and the 
 
 famous pearl f was hung 
 
 CVerthe basin of alabaster, and the rose and jasmine clung, 
 And mingled their sweets with the orange, the myrtle 
 
 and laurel and lime, 
 With their " sweet scented mates of the garden," that 
 
 grew in that sun bright clime. 
 To the gate of this " City of Love " many peoples did 
 
 tribute bring, 
 On which stood the Statue of Zahra, lovely wife of the 
 
 Saracen king. 
 
 The lamps of the mosque are lighted, and flash o'er the 
 
 sculptured gold, 
 
 Far up to the burnished ceilings the columns of jasper hold. 
 And while the solemn caliphs their feast of BeirarnJ keep, 
 He thinks of the sacred Passover he kept in the days 
 
 of old ; 
 And with a great homesickness he longs once more to 
 
 stand 
 By the "Hill of dear old Zion," away in his native land. 
 
 Then through the pass of Koncesvalles, across the 
 Pyrenese, 
 
 * Wife of Abramus III. 
 
 t " The famous Pearl," presented to the Caliph by the Emperor 
 Leo. 
 
 J Beiram, a sacred Mohammedan feast which corresponds with the 
 Passover of the Jews. 
 
40 THE WANDEEING JEW; 
 
 Where Hispania's sweetly scented gales meet, the hardier 
 
 Northern breeze, 
 The wanderer finds his weary way across the Freeman's * 
 
 lands, 
 And down the wide Flaminian w^ay, once more in Home 
 
 he stands! 
 What changes have a thousand years made within her 
 
 ruined walls, 
 
 As if he had a thousand ears, the 'blood of martyrs calls, 
 From hill and dale and marshy ground, where Roma's 
 
 ruined columns lie, 
 In sad confusion all around; but one old landmark meets 
 
 his eye: 
 
 The Pantheon of other days is standing grimly still. 
 But where are all the statues gone, of the Gods of the 
 
 Heathen world ? 
 
 The great avenging Jupiter j- from his recess is hurled! 
 He turns away! All, all is change; there stands the 
 
 Coliseum, 
 
 Stupenduous pile, that has been reared since centuries ago, 
 He walked away from burning Rome to "wander to 
 
 and fro." 
 
 The crucifix is standing, where the gladiator's groans 
 Ascended from the bloody sands, as the tiger crushed his 
 
 bones. 
 
 And o'er that wide arena melancholy silence reigns, 
 Where once was heard the clank of the tortured victim's 
 
 chains. 
 
 On the ruins of Caesar's palace, on the top of the Pala- 
 tine hill, 
 Where the Golden house of Nero (whose Bacchanal 
 
 sounds are still) 
 
 Stood in the days long past; he is seated 
 And in anguish he suddenly cries: 
 Oh, where can I go, and repeated, 
 
 * Franks, signifying Freemen. 
 
 t Statue of Jupiter. See extract from Dr. Clark in Vol. 1st of 
 Charles Bueke's " Ruins of Ancient Cities." 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 41 
 
 He hears the word "go", by the echoes, 
 And away to the South he flies. 
 
 Another change is before him, for what does he now see? 
 A great black plain is stretching where once stood 
 
 Pompeii! 
 
 One look of wonder, why it is thus! 
 One glance at dark Vesuvius; 
 One vain regret that he cannot be 
 Beneath the ashes of Pompeii. 
 And then he wanders around the tomb 
 Of Alexander the Great, whose rest, without dream, 
 Is not disturbed by the Jackal's scream 
 As it prowls around in the catacomb, 
 In the once proud City, of which the fame 
 Spread as far o'er the world as it's founder's name; 
 Now "fallen, fallen" in mighty decay! 
 Broken columns and obelisks encumbering the way, 
 Where in mournful pageant, slow, slow o'er the scene, 
 Wound the grandest funeral that ever has been. 
 The famed Cleopatra no more waves her fan, 
 Attended by Iras and fond Charmian, 
 While she makes the soldier forget country and home, 
 And the wife of his bosom in far off Rome. 
 The monument is crumbled, which resounded with her cry, 
 As, with "I'm dying, Egypt, dying!"* the warrior closed 
 
 his eye 
 On the world with all its pomp, all its love and all its 
 
 glory, 
 And left the sage and poet to tell his mournful story. 
 
 From the top of the Cheops Pyramid he views the 
 
 Memphian sands, 
 Fast filling up the wondrous Lake,f built by the busy 
 
 hands 
 Of the quiet mummies sleeping within their catacombs, 
 
 * Shakespeare's "Anthony and Cleopatra." 
 t Lake Mceris. 
 
42 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Now the equals of the mighty kings in their subterranean 
 tombs. 
 
 And the long Nile winding down from the lofty Lunar 
 mountains, 
 
 Looming in their snowy grandeur above the Indian sea, 
 
 Gaining volume as it passes the long sought silvery 
 fountains, 
 
 Where roam the foetish black men, through the Unya- 
 muezi. 
 
 His eye rests on the solemn sphinx, guilded by the set- 
 ting sun, 
 
 That in the Western sand drift sinks, as the sultry " day 
 is done. 11 
 
 Now slowly choking underneath the heaping sands of 
 years, 
 
 That mournful sphinx seems looking, with almost human 
 tears, 
 
 On relentless Time's wild doings with sublunary things, 
 
 And the proud and mighty fabrics of the old Egyptian 
 kings. 
 
 And now to ancient Thebes, the City of the Gods, 
 
 Where on his lofty pedestal great Osymandias* nods; 
 
 Where the dust of million mummies in the stony moun- 
 tains lie, 
 
 Bearing on their pulseless bosoms the cherished Papyri ;f 
 
 Who were borne from out the "hundred gates" in the 
 ages long since gone, 
 
 To rest until the angel's trump wakes the Resurrection 
 morn. 
 
 No more does Memnon's statue murmur forth a glad- 
 some sound, 
 
 As the rising sun guilds statues and obelisks around. 
 
 * A powerful Egyptian king -whose enormous statue stands in a 
 vestibule of various colored stone, three hundred feet long and sixty 
 feet high, at the entrance of his splendid tomb. See "Thebes" in 
 *' Ruins of Ancient Uties," by Charles Bucke. Vol. 11. 
 
 t Egyptian paper made from the Papyrus plant, which grows in 
 the marshes of the Nile, on which were inscribed the names and 
 deeds of the mummies. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 43 
 
 But in rows, the solemn Sphinxes, guarding Ammon's 
 
 sacred shrine, 
 Stand with the granite obelisks, through which the sun 
 
 beams shine, 
 And in awful stillness seem to say, "like Time, thou still 
 
 must * go " 
 On through succeeding ages and wander "to and fro." 
 
 Across the narrow Isthmus (near which his Fathers trod, 
 Through the foaming Red Sea waters, led on by Israel's 
 
 God), 
 
 And across the lonely desert, Ahashuerus flies 
 To where, in awful grandeur, Mount Sinai's heights arise. 
 No pillar goes before him, but angry clouds behind, 
 With their thunderings, seem to tell him, he never rest 
 
 can find. 
 
 He dare not raise his weary eyes aloft to Horeb's height, 
 Where the glory of Jehovah appeared to Moses 1 sight. 
 Fo he seems to hear, in thunder tones, the sixth command 
 
 again, 
 And, driven on by frantic fear, he speeds him o'er the 
 
 plain, 
 
 Where the patient camel finds a home, 
 And the unconquered sons of Ishmael roam, 
 As free as roamed poor Hagar's son three thousand years 
 
 before ! 
 (Here triumphant Christians shouted their " Kyrie Elee- 
 
 son," 
 Where they saw the Saviour * walking, the purple clouds 
 
 upon; 
 And the blinded Hebrews trembled, as He appeared to 
 
 them, 
 
 In rays of brilliant glory and royal diadem. 
 Here the Moslemites are waiting for the coming of that 
 
 day, 
 When the waters of the Euphrates shall quickly shrink 
 
 away, 
 
 * Sec Al Koran. 
 
44 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 And leave its gold and silver to glitter in the sun, 
 By which the souls of many shall forever be undone: 
 When the Ethiop shall come and Mecca's temple fall, 
 And smoke shall cover all the earth, in a universal pall. 
 When the Trump of Israfil* shall summon Mohamed from 
 
 his rest, 
 And his faithful followers shall see the sun rise in the 
 
 West.f 
 
 The good souls fly from the Zem-Zem well, 
 To the Moslem Paradise to dwell, 
 Where each attended by bright Ilouri, 
 Shall rest in the shade of the Tuba tree. 
 
 The weary traveler looks around, in mournful misery, 
 A waste of sand, a burning sky, is all that he can see. 
 And now in Petras' lone defile, where the wady Mousa 
 
 flows, 
 
 The Owls J are screeching at him, from their lofty por- 
 ticoes, 
 
 Carved in the adamantine rock,scaled by the Raven's wing, 
 As it croaks, mid the desolation, a weird, ill-omened 
 
 thing. 
 (What did they play in that theatre, long, long years 
 
 ago? 
 Who sat on those stone seats, while the torrent rushed 
 
 below?) 
 The "Khasne Pharaon" is standing still in stately 
 
 grandeur there, 
 As fresh as when the Dukes of Edom, went up its aisles 
 
 to prayer. 
 
 Egyptian, Grecian, Roman, all have joined the caravan, 
 That slowly moves, in long array, the shades of 'Hades 
 
 through ! 
 
 * The angel who is to sound the " blast of resurrection." See "Al 
 Koran," page o9. 
 
 t One of the signs of the Mohammedan Resurrection. "Al Koran," 
 page 57. 
 
 % Isaiah xxxiv., 11. 13. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 45 
 
 No sound of human voice is heard, for Edom's race is 
 
 gone, 
 As the prophet * told them long ago, and Israel still roves 
 
 " o?i." 
 
 All, all, is silent as the grave ! 
 Where once from India's " coral strand," across Arabia's 
 
 burning sand, 
 
 Wound the patient camel slow, 
 With its heavy loads of silks and gold, the fragrant spice, 
 
 and wealth untold, 
 To the Mediterranean wave. 
 A start, a shudder, and hark! What is it he hears 
 
 around? 
 From the Mausoleums, deep and dark, comes again that 
 
 dreadful sound: 
 
 "Go on" until the Judgment Day; 
 And back again, through the narrow way, 
 He, trembling, turns to the West, 
 And down he sinks on the mountain'sf brow, 
 Where the Bones of Aaron rest. 
 
 CANTO IV. 
 
 (The First Crusade. A. D. 1099.) 
 
 IS long, long trance is ended, and he starts as young, 
 
 renewed, 
 As when from Calvary he descended, and its last sad 
 
 scenes he viewed; 
 And drawing his tattered robe around, he leaves old 
 
 Mount Hor's quiet ground, 
 And soon is where the minarets shine, on the Moslem 
 
 towers in Palestine. 
 
 *Ol)suliah 18. 
 f Mount Ilor 
 
46 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 On Zion^s sacred hill-side, now roam the Infidel bands; 
 Where once the Temple of Solomon stood, the Mosque of 
 
 Omar stands: 
 
 "Can this be dear Jerusalem, I've come once more to see? 
 "Even her ruined towers and walls would be more dear 
 
 to me, 
 "Than these hateful Moslem crescents, that are shining 
 
 in the sun, 
 " Would that the earth would open, and swallow up every 
 
 one !" 
 Where more than a thousand years ago, roared the awful 
 
 demon Fire, 
 Now the Spring time sun is shining, gilding tower and 
 
 spire; 
 
 The running fountains glisten, through the darkj tall cy- 
 press trees, 
 And wafted from olive and grape vines, conies the sound 
 
 of humming bees. 
 But hark ! Another sound breaks forth, and the quiet 
 
 valley fills, 
 And far away, towards the North, their banners rising 
 
 on the hills, 
 
 Comes a straggling crowd of pilgrims worn, 
 Their cross-stitched* garments soiled and torn. 
 Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! a thousand tongues cry out; 
 The warrior throws aside his lance, 
 And passion stirs in every glance! 
 The toil worn pilgrims kneel to pray; 
 They throw their swords and shoes away! 
 With bending heads, and naked feet, 
 They crowd along the dusty street; 
 And then with psalms and hymns of praise, 
 The Red-cross banners, high they raise, 
 And "Deus vult! Dans vult!" the Christians war cry, 
 
 loud they shout. 
 
 * The Crusaders had crosses of red cloth stitched on to the 
 shoulders of thir outside garments. Some imprinted the cross upon 
 themselves with a red hot iron. See Michelet's France, page 210. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 47 
 
 Among the dying and the dead is rolling many a Mos- 
 lem head; 
 The poor Jew thinks he's in a dream, so strange do all 
 
 these wonders seem. 
 
 The strife o'er the Tomb of the risen Lord, 
 Whose mission was peace, and not the sword, 
 Is ended. And then they go, on bended knee, 
 With anthems loud, up Calvary. 
 Then kiss the stone where the Saviour lay, 
 And with the Hermit* kneel and pray, 
 That none but Christians may ever stand 
 Within the bounds of the Holy land! 
 
 Ahashuerus turns away, 'tis of little use for him to stay, 
 
 For little they cared or little they knew, 
 
 What troubled the heart of the "Wandering Jew." 
 
 He pauses to pray by the graves of his Fathers, and then 
 
 by the Saviour's tomb, 
 That God would grant him grace and strength to bear his 
 
 dreadful doom. 
 Then crossing swift Kedron's brook again, he sat on 
 
 Gethsemane's stone, 
 And thought how that "meek one 1 ' prayed, and had 
 
 "trodden the wine press alone." 
 He wonders how many centuries more, he must come on 
 
 his weary round before 
 "The ransomed! of the Lord shall come, with everlasting 
 
 joy and song, 
 "When sorrow and sighing shall flee away, and gladness 
 
 fill the mighty throng." 
 "Who comej to build the old waste place, and loud 
 
 Messiah's praises sing, 
 "To rear their holy temple high, and crown Him Ev'- 
 
 lasting King." 
 
 * Peter the Hermit, who preached in the First Crusade. 
 
 t Isn'mh LI v. 11. 
 
 i Ezekiel eh. xxxvi. v. 33 
 
48 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Iii the lofty Lebanon mountains, beside a lonely cave, 
 By the light of flaming torches, they are digging deep, 
 
 a grave. 
 The swarthy Payniin soldiers, with reverence bow the 
 
 head, 
 As the Hermit* chants the Christian prayer above the 
 
 Christian dead; 
 And they lay the warrior knight to rest, beneath the 
 
 cedar's shade; 
 With the Red cross marked upon his breast: he has 
 
 marched on his last crusade! 
 And long the fairf Adela '11 mourn for her knight who 
 
 never will return ; 
 The scarf, she wove with her girlish hand, he wore when 
 
 he fell in the Holy Land, 
 Thinking more of his love for her, than he did of the Holy 
 
 Sepulchre. 
 
 Alas! It was an evil hour when Stephen braved the Sul- 
 tan's power, 
 And, fainting, heard "Allah Achbar" on the bloody 
 
 plains of Ramula. 
 
 The "Wanderer'' turns again to "</o," he wonders much 
 
 that it is so, 
 That distant Nations should draw the sword, to fight for 
 
 the tomb of the risen Lord. 
 
 How sweet the perfume of the flowers, is wafted o'er 
 
 Damascus 1 wall, 
 As the "Wanderer" tramps along the way, where the 
 
 vivid lightning blinded Saul. 
 (But not until he saw the Lord and shook with terror at 
 
 the word, 
 That he in thundering tones did hear, which stopped him 
 
 in his mad career.) 
 
 * Peter, the Monk of Amiens. 
 
 t Adehi, third daughter of William the Conqueror ; she married 
 Stephen, Count of Blois, Avho fell in the Holy Land shortly after the 
 First Crusade. Sec the "Heroines of the Crusades" by C. A. Bloss. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PKOPHECY. 49 
 
 He walks along the old "straight street," where Jews 
 and Christians often meet, 
 
 And sigh that the Moslem holds from them the soil of 
 dear Jerusalem! 
 
 He would linger long by the palm trees shade, as sad by 
 Abana's banks he strayed. 
 
 But he must leave behind those gardens fair, and hie 
 away through the mountain air, 
 
 To where the lofty Temple stands, built long ago by the 
 giant hands,* 
 
 In the days of Baalbec's pomp and pride, but are mould- 
 ering now in the mountain's side; 
 
 Only the columns still are seen, through which once 
 walked the Sheban Queen. 
 
 And on that Temple, by time undone, reluctant shines 
 the setting sun, 
 
 As if recalling the olden days, when crowds had wor- 
 shipped its golden rays; 
 
 The lapwings cry through the broken doors, the lizards 
 crawl o'er the marble floors, 
 
 That once resounded to the tread, of the silent, slumber- 
 ing, mouldering dead, 
 
 Whose hands had carved those pillars tall, that lie like 
 giants in their fall. 
 
 A few still point their shadows long, across the silent vale, 
 
 Where, in ancient times, the mighty throng sang praises 
 to refulgent Baal. 
 
 Astarte f rises o'er the hill, shedding her silvery light 
 
 afar,J 
 
 As bright as when King Solomon rode, his chariot grand, 
 to Istakar. || 
 
 * Lan:artinc slates lhat human bones of immense magnitude are 
 said to have been discovered not far from Baalbec, in a valley of the 
 Antilibanus. 
 
 t Astarte, the moon, called the "Queen of Heaven" and worehip- 
 ped as such by the ancient Phenicians. 
 
 % Evening in Syria. 
 
 || Sir Wm. Gore Ouseley quotes Abulfedar and says that the Per- 
 sians have a tradition that Solomon often passed his day at Baalbec 
 and his night at Istakar. 
 
50 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 The "wanderer" starts at the sMghtest sound, he sees 
 
 the spectres all around ; 
 They seem to point, with their bony hands, across the 
 
 Syrian sands; 
 
 And "on" he flies, in his distress, to Tadmor in the 
 wilderness. 
 
 Now standing mid the ruins of the Temple of the sun,* 
 He looks far o'er the Sandy sea to the distant horizon, 
 And beholds in golden splendor the ancient's god arise, 
 Seeming to point, with lengthening beams, to its maker 
 
 in the skies. 
 The desert sands are lighting up, and the marble pillars 
 
 shine; 
 No wonder that life giving Baal was thought to be 
 
 divine ! 
 But the twittering birds in the old palm trees, that are 
 
 drinking in the morning breeze, 
 Are the only worshippers left to praise the shining god 
 
 of ancient days* 
 (The multitudes that crossed those sands with untold 
 
 wealth of Eastern lands, 
 The men who reared those wondrous walls, o'er whose 
 
 cold tombs the serpent crawls, 
 Are resting now, their labors done, but he, alas ! must 
 
 still move "on.") 
 He takes a drink from the sparkling rill, that is flowing 
 
 down from the Western hill, 
 Perhaps the same that quenched the thirst of Earth's 
 
 wisest king,f when on him burst 
 The vision of Tadmor's loveliness, the beautiful desert 
 
 oasis; 
 When he restored her temples grand, and "fenced' J 
 
 her round on every hand, 
 
 * Morning in Syria. 
 
 t Solomon. 
 
 \ That portion of ancient Palmyra, the temples &c. dedicated 1o 
 the worship ol Baal or the Sun, was probably built by the Assyrians 
 or Phoenicians. King Hiram of Tyre restored them to Solomon, who 
 repaired them and caused the children of Israel to dwell there. See 
 II. Chron. cb. viu., v 2, o. 4, 5. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 51 
 
 And caused the people, as they passed by, to praise Jeho- 
 vah, God most high. 
 
 The smoke is curling in the morning air, from straw 
 thatched roofs of swarthy Bedouins there, 
 
 With deep regrets the traveler's mind they fill, and make 
 those stately ruins look more mournful still. 
 
 But presently he hears the old familiar sound of the He- 
 brew tongue, which makes his heart rebound, 
 
 And soon he sees a party of some trading Jews,* who 
 crowd around him quick to hear the news. 
 
 "Alas! There is no peace," he said, " for our poor country- 
 men, 
 
 "The horrid din of war is heard on Zion's hill again, 
 
 "The Roman hosts rose in their power and drove them 
 from their land; 
 
 " Then came the fiery Saracen, and reared, on every hand, 
 
 "Mahomet's temples, with their domes, and minarets 
 and towers, 
 
 " And now the lowly Christian comes, from many lands 
 and powers, 
 
 " And high their hated emblem, amid our old palm trees, 
 
 "Is floating o'er Jerusalem, and flaunting in the breeze! 
 
 " The first time I went back, more than a thousand years 
 
 ago, 
 
 "Stand back, Ben! Isaac, stand back!" 
 One of the Plebrews cries, 
 " The pestilence follows in the track, 
 "Wherever that old man flies!" 
 And away they run in mortal fear, and behind the old 
 
 walls disappear. 
 
 The Jew looked o'er the great flat waste, 
 Where famed Zenobia once did haste, 
 And rode for life, as she bared her throat of olive brown 
 
 to the breeze ; 
 Her black eyes sparkled and her white teeth shone, as 
 
 she neared the Euphrates. 
 
 * According to Benjamin of Tudela there were near 2000 Jews in 
 Palmyra in the 12th century. 
 
52 
 
 But in vain her dromedary tall, fast strided o'er the sandy 
 
 plain, 
 For caught at last, she was led to grace, *iu a foreign 
 
 land, the conqueror's train. 
 
 He stands in the old stone doorway of the Temple of 
 
 the Sun, 
 
 Sadly turning his weary eyes on the ruins, one by one. 
 When from the great square towers thei*e seems to come 
 
 a sound, 
 
 Such as he hears in every place, and, with a sudden bound, 
 He is speeding away across the sands, and down through 
 
 the Syrian plain, 
 
 Near the old land of his fathers, he trembling comes again. 
 He flies to the " City of Refuge," at Golan f in Bashan, 
 Where Og slept on his iron bed, the mighty giant man : 
 Whom Moses and his people smote, when the Lord was 
 
 on their side, 
 
 With Sihon, king of Heshbon, 'ere they crossed the Jor- 
 dan's tide, 
 On the battle field of Edrei, where that giant king was 
 
 slain, 
 He thought of the weary ages gone, since Moses trod 
 
 that plain. 
 But there is no refuge left for him, in the ruined Cities 
 
 of long ago, 
 And dreary looks the dreary way, from the Dead Sea 
 
 Lake to Herman's snow. 
 He follows along the Jordan's stream, where it leaves still 
 
 Galilee, 
 Down, down its winding zig-zag course, and reaches the 
 
 dull dead sea. 
 
 * Poor Zcnobia was confined in fetters of gold, and entered Rome 
 walking behind the triumphal car of Aureliun. Noble man! I?e con- 
 quered a woman ! 
 
 t Golan, one of the three Cities of Refuge, set apart by Moses to 
 the Sons of Levi, who composed the priesthood. It is on the East 
 side of Jordan. The Cities of Refuge were intended as places of 
 safety for those who committed murder without "malice prepense." 
 See chap. IV. of Deuteronomy, 42, and 43 verses. 
 
CR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 53 
 
 But he finds 110 comfort anywhere, from the burning 
 thoughts within, 
 
 And he passes along the old Mount Seir, in the wilder- 
 ness of Zin. 
 
 Zamgummims, *Emims, all are gone, Anakhns, Horims tall, 
 
 Whom his fathers feared in the olden time, the Ldrd from 
 earth, had swept them all, 
 
 Since the grapes of Eschol first had given, a foretaste of 
 the fruits of Heaven, 
 
 To the "wandering Jews," as they passed by, their great 
 fenced cities walled so high, 
 
 On their way to Canaan's promised land, led by Jehovah's 
 powerful hand, 
 
 Now crossing Araby's sands again, and on to the East 
 
 away, 
 
 In Elephanta'sf cavern fanes, he knelt him down to pray, 
 Where ages gone, the giant race of Noah's scattered sons, 
 Had carved so high, in that dread place, those wondrous 
 
 temple domes. 
 In silence and with stony frown, their triune God| is 
 
 looking down, 
 To where eight armed Colossus stands, holding in his 
 
 mammoth hands 
 The ponderous sword, that seems to shake, with belt of 
 
 heads and hooded snake. 
 While on the head of a Taurus leaning, is the great one 
 
 breasted Amazon, 
 And down the aisles are figures sitting, while over head 
 
 the bats are flitting, 
 
 * Gian.t races. Sec Dcut. eh. II. Undoubtedly they were the 
 descendants of the giants spoken of in the VI. chap, of Genesis, and 
 by whose hands, were reared the wonderful stones of Baalbec, Tad- 
 mor and other ancient cities, both in the old and new world', already 
 discovered and many yet to be discovered, between the Mediterranean 
 sea and Pacific ocean, buried in the sands and loams of ages, from 
 Ararat to the Indian Sea, and from the Laurent Hills to Cape Horn, 
 t A small Island in the harbor of Bombay. 
 
 \ The Idol with three heads, representing Bramnh, Vishnu and 
 Siva; the Creator, Preserver, and Destroyer, according to Hindoo 
 theology. 
 
54 THE WANDERING JEW ; 
 
 Undaunted past the sentinel* of stone, who guards those 
 
 portals well : 
 For long have stood the cavern fanes, wnere Elepnantine 
 
 silence reigns, 
 Waiting, like Petra and Carnac, LO point the modern 
 
 sceptic back, 
 To the proof of sacred scripture told by men inspired, 
 
 the prophets old, 
 Of the giant race, who flourished then, arid wrote their 
 
 acts with " iron pen," 
 And carved and reared their temples high, to count the 
 
 massing ages by. 
 
 Away up the Tigris river, near Bagdad's famous plain, f 
 O'er which had swept the Tartar hordes of the dreaded 
 
 Tamerlane, 
 With trumpets, horns, and kettle drums, ana a countless 
 
 multitude, 
 That swarmed the air, like vulture birds, in a ravenous 
 
 haste for food, 
 When swooping]; down from the lofty height of old 
 
 "Earth's strong girdle,"|| 
 They overran fair Persia's land, and made the warm blood 
 
 curdle, 
 At the sight of the towering pyramids of ghastly human 
 
 faces. 
 (For more like Russian wolves were they, than like the 
 
 human races. 
 Regardless both of virgins' shrieks, of old men's cries 
 
 and matrons' prayer, 
 Like whirlwind o'er the land they swept, leaving ruin 
 
 everywhere. 
 
 * Seventeen feet high. Sec Loesing's History of the fine Arts, in 
 No. 103 of the "Family Library." 
 
 fA. D. 1403. 
 
 j See Frazer's History of Persia, p. 170 
 
 1 The "Hindoo Coosh," called "Earth's stony girdle" by Arabian 
 geographers. See Gibbon. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 55 
 
 And as the groans faint died away, from cities, villages 
 
 and plains, 
 There quickly rose another sound, the joyful sound of 
 
 wedding strains.* 
 Of " wealth and fashion" then were full, the gardens 
 
 fair of Canighul; 
 And loudly brayed the brazen band, within the tent at 
 
 Saniarcand ! 
 But when he felt the icy breath of that pale horse, on 
 
 which rode Death, 
 It proved that he, like Genghis Khan, was, after all, but 
 
 mortal man.) 
 
 CANTO V. 
 
 flS of little use for the Jew to dwell on those past 
 scenes; he knows fall well, 
 That the spectre, all men seem to dread, ever before him 
 
 flies ahead. 
 So "on" he goes to the North away, across the Deserts 
 
 of wide Cathay ; 
 And next are opening to his view, the turrets and temples 
 
 of Kambalu.f 
 The great bell tolls the evening chime, as it did in Ku- 
 
 blaPs gorgeous time, 
 When elephants brought him pearls and gold, and all 
 
 the treasures of Cathay old. 
 And goblets of wine at his command, flew up like witches 
 
 to meet his hand; 
 For none must touch witl: their finger-tips,the cup intended 
 
 for royal lips; 
 
 * Tamerlane celebrated the marriage of his six grandsons (after 
 the battle of Angora) in his capital at Samarcand. 
 t Pekin. 
 
56 THE WANDEEING JEW; 
 
 When fish and fowl, and bird and beast, were brought to 
 
 grace the " Great White Feast," 
 While he reclined in his tent of silk, and quaffed the 
 
 "koumis" of white mare's milk; 
 And feasted and rode, in his pomp and power, until there 
 
 came the mournful hour, 
 When slowly wound his funeral train away, to the Altai's 
 
 lofty chain, 
 His body to hunt and hawk no more, his spirit to roam 
 
 on the other shore, 
 Attended by horses, and lords, and hounds, sent on with 
 
 him to the hunting grounds. 
 
 The Jew looks down the broad, straight street, where 
 
 Infidel and Christian meet, 
 The swarthy, fiery Tartar men, and the indolent turbaned 
 
 Saracen ; 
 But never a one, in all that throng, greets him, as alone 
 
 he roams along; 
 And he crosses the line of the ruined wall, and trembling 
 
 harks to the ominous call, 
 That is ever sounding in his soul, as he wanders on from 
 
 pole to pole. 
 
 " Over the frozen Siberian snow, away by the Northern 
 
 pole, 
 "He stands on the edge of the continent, where the Polar 
 
 oceans roll." 
 He lists to the boom of the breakers' roar, dashing on 
 
 Columbia's shore, 
 And hark ! The patter of feet behind, but the sound goes 
 
 off in the whistling wind, 
 While he with dread now paler grows ! His eyes rest on 
 
 the untrodden snows. 
 Oh! There are the drops of crimson gore! He saw them 
 
 long, long years before, 
 For the phantom flies along that road, of Herodias bearing 
 
 her hideous load ! 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 57 
 
 Not daring even to look around, he crosses the strait with 
 
 a fearful bound, 
 And away he goes, o'er mountain and river; the Indians 
 
 yell, and their bow-strings quiver; 
 And the painted warrior knows not why, 'though pierced 
 
 with the arrow, he does not die. 
 
 Far over the rocky mountains, near Missouri's winding 
 
 stream, 
 
 Within a lonely cavern, led on by the fire-fly's gleam, 
 He gropes his way through a chamber, not formed by 
 
 the hand of man. 
 (Its arches rang with a human sound, long ere his race 
 
 began ; 
 A giant form is resting there, by the friendly plaster 
 
 covered, 
 With his helmet placed upon his head, by one who o'er 
 
 him hovered, 
 When the King of Terrors came for him, and he laid 
 
 down his shield, 
 And his ponderous hammer rested, he never more would 
 
 wield. 
 Was it wife or loved companion, who crossed the seas 
 
 with him, 
 Whose skull is resting by his side, within that chamber 
 
 dim? 
 Long, long ago, perhaps, he sailed away from ancient 
 
 Tyre, 
 In some of the "ships of Tarshish;" perhaps he knew 
 
 Goliah, 
 
 Or may be " Og of Bashan" sent him to hunt for gold, 
 And when those "letters in stone" are read, his history 
 
 may be told.) 
 
 The "old fire hearth" is silent. It whispers not the names, 
 Of those who once were gathered, around its cheerful 
 
 flames ; 
 But within that lofty chamber, these words seem stealing 
 
 through : 
 
58 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 " Two thousand years we've rested, but there's no rest 
 
 for you." 
 So up and " on" he goes again, through the forest haunts 
 
 of the wild red men, 
 And the Indian skiffs seem not to glide, adown the deep 
 
 Ottawa's tide, 
 As fast as he gets on through space, like whirlwind on his 
 
 fearful race. 
 And standing on those granite hills, where the swarthy 
 
 savages roam, 
 He thought upon the time long past, when no sound save 
 
 the breaker's foam, 
 (As it washed the long Silurian beach, stretching far to 
 
 the West away) 
 Startled the finny life in the deep, as it jumped in the 
 
 breaker's spray. 
 In those days, when this ponderous Earth of ours, had 
 
 scarce from chaos rolled, 
 And the crust that covers its hidden fires, had hardly 
 
 then grown cold,* 
 And when the Rocky Mountains first reared their mighty 
 
 chain, 
 
 And first the Alleghanies looked down the Atlantic main; 
 When the eagle and the Condor bird sailed o'er the 
 
 quiet seas, 
 And, unmolested, flapped their wings in the towering old 
 
 fern trees; 
 
 While the Acalephian coral, their reefs were building slow, 
 Where to-day the orange flowers bloom, and the gia id 
 
 magnolias grow.f 
 
 Ere the antlered elk and lion bold, and mighty mastodon, 
 With all their kindred animals had trod, this earth upon. 
 And God had crowned his handiwork, by making mortal 
 
 man: 
 And giving him a "living soul,' 1 and finished well his 
 
 plan. 
 
 * See "Geological Sketches" by Prof. Agassiz. 
 t Florida. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 59 
 
 And he thought how many centuries had slowly rolled 
 away, 
 
 Since first he started on his race, on Crucifixion day. 
 
 But hark! The Indian war hoops ring, through that dark 
 Laiirentian hill, 
 
 But nought to him can danger bring, for he must wan- 
 der still. 
 
 Now musing by the deep Lake shore, listening to Nia- 
 gara's roar, 
 
 At least he can one comfort find, he's left the hated cross 
 behind, 
 
 For the beings on this Western scene, ne'er heard the 
 name of the Nazarene. 
 
 Down by the banks, where roam the wild daughters, 
 Of the prairie and forest, the "Father of waters," 
 Seems hurriedly pointing him "on" to the sea, 
 As if it spoke of Eternity. 
 
 The moonbeams pale were glancing through, the trees 
 
 along the River,* 
 And he glided down in a long canoe, for he must roam 
 
 "forever." 
 
 The bold Antilles rear their chain, and the spicy breezes 
 blow, 
 
 Across fairCuba's golden plain, and the peaceful Indians go 
 
 From Isle to Isle with never a care, but to seek the Ban- 
 nan's shade, 
 
 And eat of the luscious fruits that grow, for their use in 
 the quiet glade: 
 
 Where stalk the birds in gorgeous plumes, and flowers 
 waft their soft perfumes, 
 
 And life seems one long summer day, amid the groves of 
 Ornofay.f 
 
 * The Mississippi. 
 
 t A province on the South side of Cuba. 
 
60 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 He leaps upon the golden sand, rejoicing much once 
 
 more to land. l 
 The startled natives, in affright, let fly their arrows at 
 
 the sight, 
 
 Of his tattered robe and haggard face, that bears the im- 
 press of his race ; 
 But lo, they quickly draw away, and gaze at him in sore 
 
 dismay, 
 For their poisoned arrows did no harm, to the poor old 
 
 Jew, and, in alarm, 
 They hie away like startled deer, but timidly again drew 
 
 near: 
 And now they boldly ask his name, declare that he from 
 
 Turey 2 came, 
 And when he sadly shook his head, they brought him 
 
 sweet cassava 3 bread. 
 They bound upon him golden bands, and gave him fruits 
 
 of those fair lands; 
 They sang to him Areytos* 4 lays, and tried, by all their 
 
 artless ways, 
 To cheer him; but 'twas all in vain, he ever wore a look 
 
 of pain. 
 They thought it was his tattered robe, he long had worn 
 
 around the globe, 
 That made him hated to be seen ; they wove him one of 
 
 " gossampine." 6 
 One day he strayed down by the shore, and listened to 
 
 Atlantic's roar: 
 'Though far away fromJudah's land, with trackless waste 
 
 on every hand, 
 At least there was no cross to show, that lie must ever 
 
 onward tl (JQ 
 
 1 A. D. 1494. 
 
 2 " Turey;" A word inclining Heaven. See Washington Irviug's 
 inimitable History of " The Life and Voyages of Columbus." 
 
 a Ibid. 
 
 4 Areytos. National songs and legends of the natives of the West 
 ludia Islands. See Ibid. 
 
 5 Cotton, 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 61 
 
 Behold! Upon the turbid swell of the milk-white narrow 
 
 sea," 1 " 
 
 There rides a stately "caravel" ; who can those sailors be? 
 Columbus steps upon the shore! With joyful heart he 
 
 proud unfurls, 
 Henceforth to wave forevermore, Christ's Banner, o'er 
 
 the Western worlds. 
 The Natives raise their cheerful soiigs,the echoing woods 
 
 their shout prolongs. 
 (How little they knew!* In after years, when worn by 
 
 want and blind with tears, 
 They cursed the day the Christians (?) sailed o'er those 
 
 fair seas, or that they hailed, 
 With joyful shouts, those wondrous men, w r ho burst upon 
 
 their vision then.) 
 
 The "cross" was set, and the mass was sung, 
 And the temples green with anthems rung; 
 The incense rose far overhead, and wide through the leafy 
 
 boughs was spread. 
 The artless natives crowd to see, what can those mystic 
 
 symbols be ! 
 Ahashuerus knows full well, what tales those simple 
 
 crosses tell ! 
 Of martyrs 1 crowns and battles won, of conquests yet to 
 
 be begun ; 
 For the Lord of Hosts has made a vow, that to Him 
 
 "every knee shall bow, *j: 
 And that His praises shall be sung " through every land, 
 
 by every tongue." 
 
 He knows that many a wicked deed, shall coming gener- 
 ations read, 
 Done in the name of that blessed Lord, " whose mission 
 
 was peace, and not the sword;" 
 
 * A tract of the Sea, lying between Cuba and the Island of Ev:m- 
 gelista, which alarmed Columbus and his crew on account of its 
 milky whiteness. 
 
 t Isaiaii, chap. 45, v. 27. 
 
62 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Who meekly died, mankind to save, and of its victory 
 robbed the grave. 
 
 The tall grass waved o'er the wide Savanna, from the 
 
 towering trees the sweet grapes hung, 
 Flamingoes stalked neath the soft banana, as the caravel 
 
 slow from its moorings swung. 
 
 Ahashuerus turns to "i/o," for he still must wander "to 
 : and fro." 
 
 Far up the wooded height is see*!, his snowy robe of gos- 
 
 sampine, 1 
 To nutter in the spicy wind, as those fair plains he leaves 
 
 behind. 
 In the edge of the forest dark and dim, by Copan 
 
 swiftly flowing, 
 Where the ponderous stony hammock 2 swings, with the 
 
 breezes softly blowing, 
 And the Western sun is gilding bright, the crimson 
 
 Idols topmost height; 
 On Pyramids and mountains high, with their hideous 
 
 Cinocephali, 3 
 
 The priests are winding slowly 'long, with solemn sacri- 
 ficial song, 
 Up to the altars where will lie, the trembling victim, 
 
 doomed to die. 
 Whose warm and palpitating heart, torn rudely 'way with 
 
 "itzli'M dart, 
 Is placed in golden censer there, with priestly chant and 
 
 priestly prayer; 
 
 1 The companions of Columbus were terribly frightened at the 
 sight of a man, dressed in a long white robe, whom they saw on the 
 shore of the Southern coast of Cuba. Seelrving's Columbus. 
 
 2 Described by Francisco dc Fucntcs (who wrote the Chronicles of 
 Guatimala) as being suspended from two lurge stone pyramids ovef 
 a gateway in Copun, and seen by him in the year 1700, containing a 
 male and female figure. See Steven's "Central America." 
 
 3 Death heads carved on the sides of the Pyramids of Copan, re- 
 sembling apes or baboons and monstrous animals like those wor- 
 shipped at Thebes under the name of "Cynoccphali." 
 
 4 "Ttzli," a flinty substance which the Indians of Guatimala used 
 for hatches, arrow heads, etc. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 63 
 
 While the stony idol, with stony frown, and stony heart, 
 
 looks stony down, 
 
 Perhaps the solemn monkeys, that promenade the trees, 
 The oldest race that felt the sweep, of the double ocean 
 
 breeze, 
 
 Could tell him which descendant, of brave old Noah, came 
 Across the Western ocean, and carved his deeds and name, 
 In a long forgotten language, on tower and altar grand, 
 That stand like solemn sentinels, in that sultry southern 
 
 land. 
 Perhaps the jabbering beings, if he understood their 
 
 tongue, 
 Could tell what happened 'neath those trees, from which 
 
 their patriarchs swung. 
 Perhaps traditions, one by one, were " handed down from 
 
 sire to son;" 
 And they know what Asiatic race did cross the sea and 
 
 take the place, 
 Of the ancient one who carved those stones, that grandly 
 
 guard their bleaching bones. 
 
 But still another people will come from Christian land, 
 And rear the holy steeple, where the stony altars stand. 
 And then the swarthy Indians, in their turn, will disappear, 
 For the conquering sons of Japhet* even now are landing 
 
 here. 
 E'en now the "fell destroyer"! with that old man marches 
 
 t>y 
 
 To sweep away its thousands to the hunting grounds on 
 high. 
 
 On the plains of Guatimala the Hebrew wanders slow, 
 By the side of lovely waters, that to the ocean flow; 
 The gay plumed parrots screaming fly, while far beyond 
 Mount Agua \ high, 
 
 * The followers of Columbus. 
 fThe Cholera. 
 
 t A mountain or water Volcano, which at intervals inundated the 
 old City of Guatimala. 
 
64 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Pours its destructive waters, down on verdant plains and 
 
 peaceful town. 
 And near it, like a light-house fire, " Fuego's" * flames 
 
 are rising higher; 
 The glowing sun now slowly sinks down in the Western 
 
 foam, 
 Ahashuerus breathes the sigh, "Ah! whither shall I 
 
 roam ? 
 
 "I've seen all lands and waters, there's nothing new tome, 
 " Oh! Must I roam forever, to all Eternity?" 
 
 In darkPalenque's corridors, where silent figures stand, 
 Keeping the secret of centuries, a dumb and waiting band, 
 Waiting to tell the history of the people passed away, 
 When, 'neath the shadow of the cross, a people shall come 
 
 to pray, 
 And read the mystic characters, carved deep along the 
 
 walls, 
 
 Where slow and unmolested the changing lizardf crawls. 
 Beside the stony altars doth Ahashuerus rest, 
 While vain regrets and longings are rising in his breast: 
 When shall I see my people, he sadly says aloud, 
 And the answer " people, people," seems echoed from 
 
 the crowd 
 
 Of silent, staring figures, along those gloomy halls; 
 And looking 'round upon them, as the setting sunlight 
 
 falls, 
 He starts to see how much each face reminds him of his 
 
 home : 
 "They surely are of Hebrew race, when did this people 
 
 come?"t 
 
 *Fuego, a volcano of fire which, after a great number of alarming 
 shocks, completely destroyed Antigua, Guatemala, on the l3th of De- 
 cember, 1773. Both mountains immediately overlooked the City 
 
 t The Chameleon, which turns to the color of whatever it crawls 
 upon. 
 
 % According to Fucntes, the Chronicler of Guatimala, the Tollies 
 were said to be descended from the Israelites, who were led across 
 to the new continent by their chief Tanub, after crossing the Red 
 Sea with Moses. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 65 
 
 (Long years ago old Tanub sailed across the Arab sea, 
 Far from the sound of Moses wrath, his followers longed 
 
 to be, 
 
 And so across the wider main, they took their lonely way, 
 Where idols they could build again, and to them blindly 
 
 pray. 
 But 'though they reared them wondrous high, and carved 
 
 them wondrous well, 
 
 1 Though time and weather they defy, they still of ruin tell. ) 
 The flapping bat is whizzing 'round, the " shining 
 
 beetles " gleam, 
 In the dark and gloomy palace halls, where the silent 
 
 figures seem 
 
 To call upon that poor old man, to read their secrets well, 
 And to the waiting, wondering world aright those secrets 
 
 tell. 
 
 But all is wrapt in mystery, and years must roll away, 
 'Ere light will break upon them, and the old man cannot 
 
 stay. 
 
 Away o'er the high Sierras, the Indian's dusky form, 
 Is hurrying onward to avoid the darkly gathering storm, 
 And hark! what is that rumbling sound, that seems to 
 
 come from underground? 
 The lightnings flash, the thunders roll, there is no rest 
 
 for that poor soul ! 
 And driven "on" unhappy man, he treads the soil of 
 
 Yucatan. 
 
 Now passing by thellxmal towers, he nears the Caribsea, 
 And once again he launches on, its waters broad and free. 
 
 As he dreamily floats o 1 er the glassy sea, 
 The tops of the Andes are fading away; 
 The long sea weed waves like a fair meadow * lea, 
 And the dolphins chase "volitans" f through the spray. 
 Oh! Could he but rock on that tropical tide, away from 
 the scenes and haunts of men, 
 
 * Sec "Humboldt's Travels and Researches," his passage from 
 Teneriffe to Camana. 
 
 t " Exo cetus Volitans," flying fish. See Ilumboldt. 
 
66 THE WANDERING JEW ; 
 
 With the calm stars to shine in the vault overhead, and 
 never beholds time's changes again! 
 
 But the ocean heaves onward, and onward his skiff, 
 
 Like a creature of instinct, is nearii.g the shore 
 
 Of the Isle where the Peak of the bold Teneriffe, 
 
 Seems beckoning him "on" like a giant before. 
 
 His narrow bark grates on the sands, and with reluctant 
 step he lands. 
 
 For even in that lone Isle arise, before his weary, wan- 
 dering eyes, 
 
 The proofs that old things are overturned, and heathen 
 men have sadly learned, 
 
 That Idols all must melt awav, before that "great and 
 dreadful day." 
 
 He winds around the mountain's side, 'mid cypresses and 
 orange trees. 
 
 The dragon tree,* old Guanches pride, sighs mournfully 
 to ocean breeze ; 
 
 Within the dark sepulchral caves,f the mummies tall are 
 sleeping, 
 
 While all around Atlantic's waves are solemn dirges 
 keeping. 
 
 Up through the ashy lava streams, to the mountain's sul- 
 phur cone, 
 
 Like some tall, blasted pine he seems, unheeded and alone ; 
 
 On the crater's edge he lifts his hand, to shade his weary 
 eyes. 
 
 (Oh what a panorama grand, spread out before him lies ! 
 
 Far to the North the Bear swings low, towards the Arctic 
 ocean, 
 
 While to the South great Scorpio, keeps on his cease- 
 less motion ; 
 
 'Round and 'round the Southern pole, the clouds of old 
 Magellan roll, 
 
 * The dragon tree was said to be revered by the Guancbes, who 
 were the primitive inhabitants of Teneriffe, as much as the Ash of 
 Ephesus was by the Greeks. 
 
 t Burying grounds on the cast side of Tcncriffe. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PttOPHECY. 67 
 
 The " Ship" sails through the Southern sky, the Southern 
 
 cross is shining nigh, 
 The cross that startled him before, on Patagonia's far off 
 
 shore !). 
 
 Now down the mountain's rugged side, he hastes 
 
 towards the sea; 
 
 Again he's wafted o'er the tide, in hopeless misery. 
 Then crossing Andalusia's plains,* towards her snowy 
 
 mountains, 
 
 Alhambra's ruby towers he gains, her courts and spark- 
 ling fountains. 
 
 The orange trees are blooming, the citrons fair are seen, 
 The stately hills are standing still, the Darro rolls 
 
 between. 
 But, ah! What mean these silent courts? Since he was 
 
 here before, 
 The Cross surmounts the topmost height, the crescent shines 
 
 no more ! 
 
 No more the gallant Moor flies past, on Arab steed so gay, 
 With scimetars and banderoles, those times have past 
 
 away. 
 
 No more the jewels shine among the braided tresses long, 
 Of moslem beauties, Spain has sung, in the old romantic 
 
 song; 
 Old Hassan's pride is fallen low, "Boabdil Chico's" 
 
 gone, 
 He breathed his last sad " Suspiro,"f the mountain side 
 
 upon, 
 As he turned for one more farewell gaze on tower and 
 
 minaret, 
 Where he had passed the happy days, he never could 
 
 forget. 
 (They say, that every year upon, the blessed eve of good 
 
 St. John, 
 
 *A. D. 1554. 
 
 t " El Ultimo Suspiro de'l Moore," the "last sigh of the Moor." 
 See Irving's " Conquest of Granada, 
 
68 THE WANDEKING JEW; 
 
 Forth from the distant mountain side, Boabdil Chico 
 
 pale does ride, 
 With cream white steed and sparkling crown, and Moorish 
 
 warriors pouring down, 
 With scimetars and cuirass bright, all flashing in the full 
 
 moonlight, 
 Wind noiselessly in gorgeous state, right through the 
 
 open Justice gate, 
 
 And in the Court of Lions, doth king Boabdil hold, 
 His shadowy sceptre on his throne, as in the days of old. 
 Again the Darnask silks are hung,along the shadowy walls, 
 Again the pearls and gems shine out, within the gilded 
 
 halls; 
 The slaves go hurrying to and fro, to serve the phantom 
 
 feast, 
 For ere the morning cock shall crow, or light dawn in the 
 
 East, 
 
 That phantom Court must march away to Alpuzara's side, 
 And noiselessly in long array, those phantom courtiers ride. 
 But when their sins are all forgiven, and Allah's smile 
 
 beams from heaven, 
 The exiled Moors will all return, the beacon fires will 
 
 once more burn; 
 From Alpuzara's rugged side the gallant Moors again will 
 
 ride, 
 On Arab steeds, a splendid train, across the "Vega's" 
 
 lovely plain, 
 
 And in Lindaxara's garden, beneath the citron trees, 
 Again will Moorish lovers sigh upon the evening breeze. 
 But ah ! with such enchantment tales, unhappy Moors be- 
 guile, 
 The days of exile from their land, for old Alhambra's 
 
 pile, 
 
 That rang with sounds of revelry and Moorish valor then, 
 Will never echo back the tread of Moslem kings again. 
 
 The Owl is hooting on the mill, by Darro's winding 
 stream, 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 69 
 
 The shadows slant along the hill, in the quivering bright 
 
 moon-beam. 
 A turbaned Moor is resting near a moss grown lonely 
 
 tower, 
 
 A relic of the olden time, of Moorish pride and power. 
 And as the Hebrew wanders by, he thus accosts him with 
 
 a sigh : 
 " Ah, Jew! Our races are pursued, with all the Christians' 
 
 hate, 
 " And you must wear the yellow cap * and I must bow to 
 
 fate. 
 "No more can Hebrews find a home from persecution 
 
 free, 
 
 "Far to the new-world they must roam, beyond the West- 
 ern sea. 
 "In England now the fagots burn, and Christians (?) roast 
 
 their brothers; 
 "What Pagans long have done to them, they're doing 
 
 now to others! 
 "Allah Achbar ! Our God is great! Mahomet is his 
 
 Prophet ! 
 "If Christ's religion teaches thus, we cannot help but 
 
 scoff it!' 1 
 "I've traveled long," the Jew replied, "and many lands 
 
 I've seen, 
 "But war and rapine mark the track of the hated Na- 
 
 zarene." 
 
 " But Jesus did not teach them so," the humble Moor re- 
 plied, 
 " For all His life was pure and good, for them He meekly 
 
 died; 
 " And if they minded what He said, they would to others 
 
 do, 
 "What they would have done unto them; is not this, 
 
 Hebrew, Jbrue ? " 
 
 * The officers of the Inquisition compelled the Jews and Jewesses 
 to wear yellow caps, during the persecutions in Spain, in the six- 
 teenth century. 
 
70 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 " But why should He blaspheme the Lord, and say He 
 
 was His son, 
 "That He the equal was in power, to that most Holy 
 
 One? 
 " 'Tis true, the sun grew dark o'er head, the rocks and 
 
 tombs were riven, 
 " When Jesus, dying, bowed His head, andlfrom thence 
 
 was driven; 
 "Full fifteen hundred years are past, and I must wander 
 
 still." 
 
 The frightened Moor went very fast adown that moonlit 
 
 hill, 
 Nor stopped to give a second look towards the stranger's 
 
 face. 
 While the poor old Jew began again his never ending 
 
 race. 
 
 Again Ahashuerus goes across the Pyrenees, 
 Again he's tossing, lonely, on the stormy British Seas. 
 He lands upon old England's shore, that he remembered 
 
 well, 
 Where he had heard, long years before, the peaceful 
 
 convent bell. 
 But changed are now those quiet times, and martyrs' 
 
 cries resound, 
 Where years before the tinkling chimes of bells were 
 
 heard around. 
 His Hebrew friends are gone away, in distant lands they 
 
 roam, 
 Like seeds they're sown * in every soil, but yet they have 
 
 no home. 
 No more the proud brave knights will ride, in the lists of 
 
 Templestowe, 
 Like Richard with the Lion heart, or gallant Ivanhoe, f 
 
 * Znchariah, chap. 10, v. 9. 
 
 t See Sir Walter Scott's splendid " Tale of Ivanhoe." 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 71 
 
 To avenge the Hebrew maiden's wrongs, and her aged 
 father's too. 
 
 And shew 10 him a Cnristian's heart, although he ivas a 
 Jew. 
 
 For. now, the bloody Mary reigns, and holy men are 
 dying; 
 
 And far from. England's troubled soil, her children swift 
 are flying. 
 
 Now, sick at heart, he turns away, across the sea again, 
 
 Oh ! how he longs once more to be, among his country- 
 men. 
 
 Sad, sad and weary, slow he drew, towards the City 
 
 fair ; 
 The "Day of St. Bartholomew" * was dawning brightly 
 
 there, 
 The tocsin is sounding its ominous knell, and answering 
 
 back the ponderous bell, 
 That swings in the tower of St. Germain; may France 
 
 never hear those sounds again ; 
 Such deeds of horror that were done, along the bloody 
 
 Seine, 
 Not all the waters in its banks could wash away the stain! 
 
 " On" onward he flies to the South away, for no mat- 
 ter where, he cannot stay. 
 
 Toiling his way the long desert through, he stops in the 
 City of Timbuctoo, 
 
 That stands in the midst of the desert plain, unvisited, 
 save by the caravan train, 
 
 Bearing its spices and glittering ores, with slaves from 
 their homes to distant shores, 
 
 At the close of a long and sultry day, the horizon, tinged 
 with a pale red ray, 
 
 Bounds the wide spread plain of moving sand, deep 
 silence reigns on every hand; 
 
 Unbroke by the song of a single bird, and nought but 
 
 the camel's cry is heard, 
 * August 24th, A. D. Io73. Massacre of St. Bartholer ew 
 
72 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 As it snuffs the hot wind, wafted o'er those mournful 
 
 slaves from their native shore. 
 But again he goes on with an aching head, and his throat 
 
 with thirst is parching, 
 When, at last, he nears an Oasis, spread in the way that 
 
 he is marching; 
 Then, faint and worn, he sinks, at last, by the side of a 
 
 cooling spring. 
 
 A Hebrew and Arab hurry past, and water to him bring; 
 They kindly hold his weary head, and bathe his poor old 
 
 face; 
 He murmurs, "Oh, that I were dead, and done this weary 
 
 race, 
 " Only one comfort now I find, I've left the hated cross 
 
 behind, 
 "For, surely, this wide desert scene has never heard of the 
 
 Nazarene.'' 
 
 "Ah, countryman ! where have you been that you seem 
 
 not to know, 
 
 "That Christian shrines have long been seen, in the an- 
 cient ruins of Meroe? 
 "And the cross is reared in many a pile of Temples,washed 
 
 by the grand old Nile, 
 "Whose broken columns 'stand sublime,' pointing back 
 
 to the early time, 
 "When Ishmael's sons were carrying balm, away to the 
 
 land of Abraham; 
 "Or the Queen of Sheba left Gondar* and went arrayed 
 
 so fine, 
 
 " To hear the wisdom of Solomon, in the land of Palestine. 
 "Mid the obelisks of Axurn, reared by Noah's giant race, 
 "Who crossed the Indian seas, and found in Ethiop's 
 
 sands a place, 
 " And in the gloomy caverns, where stand the statues 
 
 tall, 
 
 * The anc-icnt capital of Abyssinia, said to have been the home of 
 the Queen of Sheba. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 73 
 
 "Of Kings whose deeds are written in Hieroglyphics on 
 
 the wall, 
 "And the holy* ark is sculptured (high in the rocky 
 
 caves), 
 " In which their fathers safely sailed upon the world wide 
 
 waves. 
 
 "Far down that mighty river that rolls its waters free, 
 "From the Abyssinian mountains, to the Mediterranean 
 
 Sea, 
 "You '11 find the lowly cross is reared to mark each place 
 
 of prayer, 
 "And show to every traveler, the Christians have been 
 
 there : 
 "A Christian king is on the throne, the Queen of Sheba 
 
 sat upon, 
 "And have you heard of the silver cross, long firmly held 
 
 by Prester John ? 
 "Go where you will, you're sure to hear of Jesus' lowly 
 
 name, 
 "In Arctic seas, in Southern Zones, his love they still 
 
 proclaim. 
 
 "I know not what to think of Him; he must be our Mes- 
 siah, 
 "His fame is rolling o'er the world, like one great wave 
 
 of fire." 
 
 And saying this, once more the Hebrew bathed his head, 
 While gazing upward into space, Ahashuerus said: 
 "Alas! I know full well the truth of what you say tome, 
 "Three times I've wandered 'round the world, and had 
 
 some chance to see; 
 "And, Oh! How weary now am I, for all He said was 
 
 true, 
 
 * The sculptured form of a sbip is found carved in the cavern 
 temples along the Nile from Meroe to Memphis (no doubt by the 
 primitive settlers of Nubia and Abyssinia, who came from Persia 
 and India), to commemorate their escape from the Deluge. 
 
74 THE WANDERING JEW ; 
 
 "I've often tried, but cannot die, I am the * Wandering 
 
 Jew.' 
 * # ? # # # 
 
 The Arab wild forgot his lance, Levi forgot his pack, 
 They dropped their cups and started off, not daring to 
 
 look back! 
 For, even away in Timbuctoo, they'd heard with dread of 
 
 the "Wandering Jew." 
 He has crossed the Nile and is tramping on, away from 
 
 the Cataract's roar, 
 And nearing the caves of the Troglodytes* by the stormy 
 
 Red Sea shore; 
 Who watched the ships of Tarshish go, all richly laden 
 
 to and fro, 
 With myrrh and frankincense and gold, away to Tyre 
 
 and Sidon old, 
 To trade with great king David's son, for Cedar trees of 
 
 Lebanon. 
 There the Ethiop spreads his tiny sail, and scuds before 
 
 the Yemen gale, 
 Lightly rocking on the tide, where Algae and the coral 
 
 hide, 
 
 Their pink and emerald tints away, beneath the phos- 
 phorescent spray, 
 That floats above the meadows green, where wide the 
 
 Sea trees' f arms are seen, 
 With graceful branches lightly spread, above the Red 
 
 Sea's rocky bed. 
 
 Ahashuerus crosses over the "Way of Tears " J to 
 
 Yemen's shore, 
 Where strong the spicy breezes blow, with fragrant musk 
 
 of Iladramant. 
 
 * The ancient fish caters of Abyssinia, who dwelt in caves, as they 
 did before the Hood. 
 
 t Strabo speaks of trees, like the laurel and olive, as seen grooving 
 at the bottom of the Keel Sea. 
 
 \ " Bab el Mandeb," straits, EO called by the ancient Arabs on ac- 
 ount of the great danger in sailing through them. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 75 
 
 Across the gulph the great Sun shines, a column rising 
 
 higher, 
 
 Then slowly sinks in Africa's sands, a pillar huge* of fire. 
 In Aden's woods he roams along, the nightingales loud 
 
 trill their song, 
 And Nature seems as bright and gay, as e'er it did in 
 
 Adam's f day. 
 As when in Paradise he strayed, with his loved Eve, a 
 
 beauteous maid; 
 Ere he was driven forth to roam, and she, poor woman, 
 
 left her home, 
 And crossed Arabia's burning sands, to dwell with him 
 
 in other lands. 
 
 (Of all the trials her daughters have seen, the leaving of 
 home, the greatest have been.) 
 
 * Sec "Lord Valencia's Travels," Vol. II. 
 
 1 1 have located the Garden of Eden "eastward" in Aden, Arabia; 
 the Eiver Pison of Genesis is the Red Sen, which is thought to have 
 been an ancient river. Gihon is the Nile "that compasseth the whole 
 land of Ethiopia," Genesis chap. 2, v. 13. The third River is the 
 Tigris ("Hiddelsel") thut is it which goeth towards the cast of As- 
 syria, and the fourth River is Euphrates, Genesis chap, 11, v. 14. 
 
 I The Arabs have a tradition that Adam was separated from his 
 wife 200 years after the "fall," and spent his time in prayer on Mt. 
 Arafat, east of Mecca, in Arabia, until Eve joined him and they 
 went to reside in Ceylon, which seems to agree with a similar tradi- 
 tion in India, See Vol. 2 of Chnchton's ''History of Arabia." 
 
76 THE WANDERING JEW 
 
 CANTO VI. 
 
 ECLINING under a Teenah* tree, Ahashuerus 
 
 chanced to see 
 A lonely Hebrew Maiden, who seemed with sorrow laden, 
 And thus accosting her, he said, " Why does sorrow bow 
 
 thy head, 
 
 "Daughter of Israel? 
 "Art thou, too, doomed to wander, and never find a 
 
 home, 
 
 " Or has thy truant lover, gone from thec far to roam?" 
 " Ah ! Father, thou hast rightly said; we'll never find a 
 
 place, 
 
 " Where we can safely settle down ; we are a hated race. 
 " In Yemen's land my Father dwelt, and plied his honest 
 
 trade ; 
 
 "But I, alas, now wander here, a lonely orphan maid. 
 "The Moslems took my Father's life, and drove my 
 
 lover far away, 
 " And I was soon to be his wife, but here, ah me, I lonely 
 
 stray; 
 "Dear Isaac fought them long and well, but, oh! they 
 
 bound bis hands, 
 "And he lias gone the train to swell, of slaves in Afric's 
 
 sands. 
 "Oh, Isaac! Thou hast gone from me, and thy loved form 
 
 no more I'll see ! " 
 At this she bowed her beauteous head, and many were 
 
 the tears she shed, 
 
 * The Hebrew name for "Fig tree," the leaves of which are very 
 large in Aden, and with which material our maternal ancestress Eve 
 worried over her first ovcrskirt. 
 
OE THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY, 77 
 
 Then, raising up her lustrous* eyes, she'clasps her jeweled 
 
 hands and cries : 
 " Oh, great Jehovah ! can it be, that he will never come 
 
 to me ? 
 ' Father, lover, all are gone, and I am left here all 
 
 alone I " 
 The Jew looked down upon her grief, and sighed he 
 
 could not give relief. 
 
 "My load is heavier far than yours, 1 Ahashuerus said ; 
 "For years I've wandered 'round the world, I wish that 
 
 . I were dead! 
 " I've come here now, in hopes to find, one spot the 
 
 Christians have not found; 
 " One spot that never yet has seen, the hated cross of the 
 
 Nazarene." 
 " Ah, Father, you seem not to know, that Christian ships 
 
 sail to and fro, 
 "Across the Indian sea. 
 "And far off China, too, they've found ; I think they've 
 
 gone the world around, 
 " Ah, woe is me ! " 
 She paused. For her quick ear had caught the sound of 
 
 horses feet, 
 
 A cloud of dust ! Her lover comes upon a steed so fleet, 
 They scarce can see him touch the ground, but hills far 
 
 echo back the sound. 
 
 * "Beauty of Jewesses," from the "Daily Morning Call," anews- 
 paper published in San Francisco, Cal.: " It is related that Chateau- 
 briand, on returning from his Eastern travels, was asked if he could 
 assign a reason why the women of the Jewish race were so much 
 handsomer than the men, when he gave the following : ' Jewesses,' 
 he said, "have escaped the curse which alighted upon their hus- 
 bands, fathers and sons. Not a Jewess was to be seen among the 
 crowd of priests and rabble, who insulted the Son of God, scourged 
 Him, crowned Him with thorns, and subjected Him to infamy and 
 the agony of the Cross. The women of Judea believed in the Saviour, 
 and assisted and soothed Him under affliction. The reflection of 
 some beautiful ray must have rested on the brow of Jewesses." A 
 portion of the above extract from CLateaubriand is omitted for want 
 of space for marginal uote,v&c. 
 
78 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 His Turkish master he has slain, and found his own loved 
 
 girl again ! 
 " Oh, Isaac ! You've come back to me ! Rebecca now 
 
 will happy be !" 
 She said, and sank upon his breast, like dove that found 
 
 its own loved nest. 
 
 Ahashuerus turned to leave that pair, as happy as Adam 
 and Eve, 
 
 They thought not then of the poor old Jew, who started 
 again the wide world through. 
 
 Away to the East, through Aden's sands, where Shed- 
 dad's * palace invisible stands, 
 
 Made to look like Eden's bowers, with birds of gold, and 
 gilded towers, 
 
 And spices yielding rich perfumes, and trees all covered 
 with golden blooms. 
 
 (But since he built long years have been, and nought but 
 a desert now is seen ) 
 
 Now "on* to the North the old Jew flies, where the mi- 
 narets of Mecca rise, 
 
 Arid the multitude of pilgrims swell, the crowd around 
 the Zeni-Zcm well; 
 
 They come from every quarter, they come from every 
 way, 
 
 To keep the Feast of Beiram, in the lovely month of May. 
 
 From India's strand, from Persia's land, from Afric's 
 sunny shores, 
 
 With camel loads of riches rare, the host tumultuous 
 pours. 
 
 To the Holy Land of Islam, Mahomet's followers come, 
 
 And bow with pious awe before Kaaba'sf sacred dome. 
 
 *Sheddud. The Son of Ad, kiup; of a giant race, descended in the 
 fourth generation from Shem. He built a splendid palaec and 
 gardens to imitate the ' Garden of S>.U-n,*' but on aeeouut of his im- 
 picly, he was destroyed with his fo. lowers, when within: a day's 
 journey; but the Arabs say it still stands, 'though invisible. 
 
 t The great Temple at Mecca. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 79 
 
 They drink the milky water, that flows from Hagar's* 
 
 spring, 
 While loud, the sacred walls around, with Allah's praises 
 
 ring; 
 Then men and camels march away, to sacred Arafat to 
 
 pray; 
 Ahashuerus follows "oft" unnoticed raid the mighty 
 
 throng, 
 
 A sad and lone unhappy man, in that great merry 
 caravan. 
 
 He is seated on the mountain's side, watching the 
 waves of Ihrani f sweep 
 
 Through the long defile, where pilgrims ride, their "Day 
 of Sacrifice" to keep. 
 
 And Oh, how he does long to go, where Carmel's sides 
 with verdure grow, 
 
 And where the Sharon roses bloom, and shed abroad 
 their sweet perfume, 
 
 To smell the breezes once again, that blow across the 
 Syrian plain! 
 
 Towards old Sinai's distant peak, he turns his weary eye, 
 
 'Tis useless! Rest he ne'er can seek, but still must on- 
 ward fly ! 
 
 The Lord saidj unto Moses, the servant he loved best, 
 
 "My presence shall go with thee, andlwill give theerest." 
 
 But to the " Wandering Jew," he said, "Until 'I do re- 
 turn, 
 
 "Thou too must 'go* and to and fro, where the sandy 
 deserts burn, 
 
 " Across the seas, through the mountains' breeze, to all 
 
 lands, thou shalt turn!" 
 H- :? # * x # 
 
 He turned away from Arafat, toward the Oman Sea, 
 Outstripped the Ostrich in his stride over desert Araby; 
 
 * The Zem-Zera well, said to be the spring where Hagar found 
 water for Jshmael. 
 
 t White robes, worn by the pilgrims on the " Day of Sacrifice. 
 
 j Exodus xxxin. chap., 14th verse. 
 
80 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Where ages gone, a giant race had built their cities fair, 
 Ere Heaven entombed them in the sand and left no 
 
 record * there. 
 
 The antelopes and wild gazelles are bounding swiftly by, 
 And the dreary lapwing seems to say, "GoonJ until 
 
 you die. "f 
 
 'Mid the mournful ruins of Babylon, where the owl 
 and bittern fly, 
 
 The Hyena grins and Lion roars, and the savage Tigers 
 cry; 
 
 Where the Serpents hiss and slide around the dark bitu- 
 men walls, 
 
 Whose broken fragments, scattered, lie in the Semiramis 
 halls; 
 
 He stands near the old "Mujelibe," within whose dun- 
 geons damp, 
 
 Lay his fathers in captivity, and listened to the tramp, 
 
 Of Nebuchadnezzar's sentinels, as they paced their watch- 
 ful round, 
 
 On the broad, high walls of Babylon, or harkened to the 
 sound 
 
 Of the roar of the mighty Euphrates! 
 
 As it passed the brazen gates, and watered the white and 
 fertile ground, 
 
 On its way to the Indian seas ! 
 
 He gazes on the time-worn bank, whore the weeping wil- 
 lows wave, 
 
 That now with reeds and weeds is rank, that cover many 
 a grave ; 
 
 Where the Israel Fathers sat and wept, for thatZion they 
 never should see, 
 
 * An Arab tradition that an ancient giant race were swallowed up 
 by a Deluge of Sand, for their impiety, in the province of Nejed. See 
 Bnrkhardt's "Travels in Arabia." 
 
 t The Arabs think lhat the lan.srw.iffe of the Lapwing may be un- 
 derstood. See Andrew Chrichtou's kk History of Arabia." 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 8l 
 
 Whose songs they sung, then hung their harps upon the 
 
 willow tree. 
 He thinks of great Beltshazzar's feast, within the "Kasr" 
 
 grand, 
 Where they drank from the sacred Temple cups, and 
 
 trembled, as a hand, 
 In mystery, wrote the awful words of warning, none 
 
 could read, 
 Till Daniel bade them to beware, of the Persian and the 
 
 Mede. 
 Now the fiery dragon waves his tail, and the horrid 
 
 Satyrs dance, 
 
 Where stood those palaces, gone like snow, before Jeho- 
 vah's glance. 
 The wondrous Lake, the noble quays, " the gardens in 
 
 the air;" 
 Oh! Where are all their splendors now? The echoes 
 
 answer, "Where?" 
 And now he stands on Babel's height, where Nirnrod 
 
 called his host, 
 To build a temple high as Heaven. How vain the impious 
 
 boast ! 
 The Lord confused their many tongues, and scattered far 
 
 and wide, 
 
 In many lands, by many seas, He did their hosts divide. 
 The majestic Lion paces now, with loud and angry roar, 
 Before that ruined Tower, where sat, long years before, 
 The golden statue of Jupiter, upon its throne of gold, 
 Where once the wise astrologers watched the constel- 
 lations rolled, 
 Across the Chaldean firmament, as they looked out on 
 
 the sky, 
 From the top of that towering monument, built up so 
 
 wondrous high. 
 
 Now "CM" Ahashuerus comes, hoping they will devour 
 Him, but those lordly, fiery beasts, before him strangely 
 
 cower ! 
 
82 THE WANDERINO JEW; 
 
 And shrinking back within their lair, they utter a whine 
 
 so low, 
 
 As if they lay in terror there, beseeching him to " go." 
 He flies away from Babylon, and Bagdad's famous plain, 
 Northwest towards the Euxine Sea, he swiftly "goes" 
 
 again. 
 His countrymen, on every side, are filled with war's 
 
 alarms, 
 For Christians (?) other Christians (?) meet, amid the clash 
 
 of arms. 
 
 And all unite to persecute poor Israel's wandering race, 
 Who for their great Messiah look, in every land and 
 
 place. 
 
 He makes his way across the lands, longing to be alone, 
 At length with a look of awe he stands, up, up on the 
 
 topmost stone, 
 Of the lofty height of the Jungfrau bald, where the 
 
 grand glacier of Grindenwald,* 
 Has gathered its boulders, ice and snow, on its way to 
 
 the storm-swept vale below. 
 He gazes down towards that sea, where sooner or later 
 
 that mass will be; 
 For like him, 'though wasted and worn by time, 'tis ever 
 
 renewed by a Power Sublime, 
 And though often stopped in its onward course, is still 
 
 impelled by an unseen force, 
 And groaning "goes on" to the boundless sea, the awful 
 
 type of Eternity! 
 # # -x- * % * 
 
 The rainbows glitter with a thousand dyes, far, far 
 
 below, and on he flies: 
 
 O'er the Alpine fields, where the "Algae "f grows. 
 All things seem sunk in deep repose, 
 
 * See the beautiful description of the "Jungfrau," by Prof. Agas- 
 Biz, in his "Geological Sketches." 
 
 t A plant of the Arctic regions, which grows in such abundance, 
 that it colors the fields of snow like blood. 
 
OF THf 
 
 f UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF 
 
 OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 
 
 No sound of man, or beast, or bird, through all that 
 
 frozen scene is heard. 
 He fain would stay and cool his brow, on the lonely 
 
 mountain's side, 
 But again, he's called upon to "#o," away through the 
 
 world, so wide. 
 
 CANTO VII. 
 
 E left "Helvetia's flowery fields," and crossed the 
 
 lands again, 
 Where dark the ages slow had rolled, since the days of 
 
 Charlemagne. 
 But merging now into the light of Christian love and 
 
 chivalry, 
 And making up the pages bright, our blessed Religion's 
 
 History. 
 
 In Hamburg's gloomy street he stood,* where the wind- 
 ing Elbe flowed, 
 And sadly thought, how many years he'd borne his heavy 
 
 load. 
 'Oh! If I'd only lifted the Saviour's cross, when he 
 
 asked me to let him stand, 
 
 "A moment by my garden wall, awaj^in my native land; 
 "I would not now be wandering, o'er the wide world's 
 
 dreary waste, 11 
 Hark! Again those dreadful words, " Be gone, go on" 
 
 and "haste!" 
 With trembling speed away he flies, where the Arctic 
 
 snow forever lies, 
 
 * Ahashuerus, the "shoemaker," was Baid to have been seen in 
 Hamburg, in the 16th century, by Dr. Paul van Schleswig. 
 
84: THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 And dreading he should the "phantom 1 ' meet, again he 
 
 hears those little feet,* 
 That, mincing, danced so long ago, now doomed to wander 
 
 to and fro ! 
 Of all the scenes through which he'd passed, none caused 
 
 his heart to bound so fast, 
 As that poor phantom girl to meet, and hear again those 
 
 pattering feet ! 
 With one mad bound he leaves the shore, of the old 
 
 world for the new once more, 
 And, breathless, finds a frozen bed beside an Indian long 
 
 since dead, 
 Who oft, in honor of great "Jugjak," f had danced with 
 
 his dusky bride, 
 With amber J hung from lips and nose, the Koniaga's 
 
 pride; 
 But many a winter storm had blown, since they, mourning, 
 
 carried him forth, 
 And laid him to rest in his seal skin shroud, Avith his 
 
 head to the frozen* North. 
 The old Jew envied his peaceful rest, but no, he had to 
 
 '>." 
 
 And, still reluctant, trudged along to the land of the Es- 
 quimaux, 
 Where the long, long winter-night had come, and the Orb 
 
 of Day had gone, 
 Far to the South with blessed beams, other lands to shine 
 
 upon. 
 
 The busy din of man is stopped, and all is still and dark; 
 The hum of the wilderness is hushed, the Great Sea Lions 
 
 bark, 
 And the Polar Owl and the Polar Bear, are only left to 
 
 see, 
 
 * The Daughter of Herodias. 
 
 tThe spirit of the Sea, See p 85 of c. 2. vol. 1 of Hubert Home 
 Bancroft's great work on " The native raees of the Pacific States." 
 
 t Amber was an article of commerce with the Koniagas ; it was 
 thrown up in great quantities by earthquakes from the ocean. See 
 p. 72, Ibid. 
 
' OK THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 85 
 
 Great Nature's fire-works * in the air, where the daylight 
 
 used to be. 
 
 There in his crystal palace,! with plenty of blubber and oil, 
 The Esqimau dozes his time away, 'till the Sun brings 
 
 back his toil. 
 
 Ahashuerus roams along by the frozen Arctic shore, 
 And down through the wilds of the "Great Lone Land," 
 
 through the Rocky chain once more, 
 On Mount Diablo's sunny top, he sat him down to rest, 
 And, glancing down the sloping vales, towards the glorious 
 
 West, 
 
 The silent Bay lay stretched away, in virgin quietude, 
 With only the swing of the sea gull's wing, leading her 
 
 screaming brood; 
 He thought, at last he had found a place, where the cross 
 
 would trouble him not, 
 For all around were a savage race, and he might be forgot. 
 
 Poor old man! You are wrong again, for, look! and you 
 
 will find, 
 The wide spread sail in the "Golden Gate" of the good 
 
 t ship "Golden Hind. "J 
 That ship will sail around the world, and 'tis only the 
 
 Pioneer, 
 Of the ones that will line that noble Bay, now looking so 
 
 lone and drear; 
 And you know not, that the cross will come, and bells on 
 
 the evening air, 
 Call many a Red man from his home, to count his evening 
 
 prayer. 
 Down by that broad Pacific wave, you can almost hear 
 
 the roar 
 Of the breakers dashing on the rocks, that line that 
 
 Western shore. 
 * The Aurora Borealis. 
 
 t Their winter ho uses are built of slabs of enow with ice windows. 
 Sec the same splendid work of Bancroft. 
 
 t The ship in which Sir Francis Drake spent the winter of U79-SO, 
 in the I: arbor of San Francisco. 
 
86 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Red men will dig the sandy soil, the Fathers plant the vine, 
 
 To spread one day o'er the land away, and yield the ruby 
 wine. 
 
 You then will see the apple bloom, and orange with its 
 rich perfume; 
 
 The Churches rise on every hand, and God with plenty 
 bless the land. 
 
 (How many years youstillmustrove, no one butHecansay, 
 
 But when the "Star" gets 'round the world, then comes 
 the Judgment Day. 
 
 The " Brilliant Star of Bethlehem," as that of " Empire" 
 takes its way, 
 
 Still to the West and ever West, and you can only pray: 
 
 "Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, when beneath Mes- 
 siah's sway, 
 
 Every nation, every clime, shall the Gospel call obey!") 
 
 "On" to the East he turns his step, listening to the roar, 
 
 Of Yosemite, finding its winding way to the broad Paci- 
 fic shore. 
 
 The Red men lurk in every crag, and dart behind each tree, 
 
 But Ahashuerus knows not fear, wherever he may be. 
 
 In a lonely wood of dark old pines,* they are building 
 the funeral pyre, 
 
 And decking their chief in his gaudy plumes, for the 
 last sad funeral fire,f 
 
 Those pines that sounded many a chant, o'er the simple 
 savage men, 
 
 Who had roamed by the thousands, 'neath their boughs, 
 
 And were resting 'neath them then. 
 
 ('Tis said, they had no word for God, J I think it cannot be, 
 
 In roaming through God's temples grand, who knows but 
 they could see, 
 
 The great "good Spirit" looking down, through every 
 
 cloud-topped tree ?) 
 
 * On King's River, Fresno County, California. 
 % The Indians of the Bay of Sail Francisco burned their dead. See 
 
 Bancroft's "Native Races," p. 306, note 140. 
 
 t Father Junipero Serra says they had no word signifying God. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 87 
 
 His brow is fanned by the Western breeze, that is 
 
 sighing through those grand old trees; 
 But he must "go on," he cannot rest, and he travels again 
 
 to the farthest West, 
 Where the Indians skim the billows through, on their 
 
 bunch of tule or light canoe; 
 Their maidens braid the baskets well, and busy string 
 
 the mussel shell.* 
 (Bright were the days, when they used to dance to the 
 
 sound of the turtle shell, 
 With pebbles cast on the sandy beach, by the Sandy 
 
 Ocean's swell ; 
 When they carried the bride to her lover's home, and 
 
 scattered bright berries around, 
 With flowers and seeds, they gathered for her, from the 
 
 plentiful fruitful ground. 
 But those days are gone, and slow and sad, they gather 
 
 their acorns to-day, 
 'Though grasshoppers swarm on every plain, they must 
 
 wander far away, 
 
 And starve in sight of their ancient home, where they 
 roamed in peace ere the white man come.) 
 
 Through Arizona's desert sands, where roamed the 
 
 wild Apache bands, 
 And the Cacti stand on the lonely waste, again he "goes" 
 
 in trembling haste. 
 
 Glad for a little while to rest, on Orizaba's snow clad crest, 
 Such rest, alas! he only knows, as the slumbering fires 
 
 beneath her snows. 
 
 Through old Flascala's narrow streets to f air Cholula'sf 
 towers, 
 
 * Strings of white mussel shells were used for currency, valued ac- 
 cording to the length, by the Indians of Southern California. See 
 note 164, page 409, of " Bancroft's Native Races." 
 
 t Cortes counted 400 towers in Cholula. Vol. 2 p. 9 of Prescott's 
 "Conquest of Mexico." 
 
88 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Where the mystic fires, undying, show Qnetzalcoatl's l 
 
 powers, 
 
 And from the Teocallis high, by that far shining light, j 
 The priests proclaim in trumpet tones, "the watches of 
 
 the night," 
 He comes! But the cross is there! where once the bloody 
 
 altars were, 
 And on the Teocallis high, the trembling victims no 
 
 more lie. 
 But the "Holy mother," calm and mild, looks down upon 
 
 her "Blessed child,"' 
 As if in sorrow, that his reign should cause his followers 
 
 any pain. 
 
 He is wandering now with sullen brow, by Tenochtit- 
 
 lan's 2 salty Lake, 
 That has slowly died away, 
 "Since the waters covered all the earth," that fearful 
 
 deluge day! 
 Where the Nations long did come and go, from sultry 
 
 land, from Arctic snow, 
 The giant race from India's strand, who left their trace 
 
 on every hand ; 
 Then Toltecs from old Egypt come, and South and 
 
 North they build their home, 3 
 
 Leaving many a pyramid, to tell us what that people did. 
 And Aztecs from Mongolia's 4 shore, down to the great 
 
 Northwest did pour, 
 
 1 The God of Analmac, supposed to be the Apostle St. Thomas. 
 See note 7, page 5, of vol. 2 of Wm. H. Prescott's "Conquest of 
 Mexico." 
 
 2 So called in token of its miracaious origin. In 1325 the Aztecs, 
 after many wanderings, halted on the Southwestern borders of the 
 Large Lake, and there beheld a Royal Eagle, perched on a cactus 
 stem, his wings opened to the rising Sun, holding a serpent in his 
 talon. (It is now their national emblem.) See vol. 1, p. 17, of 
 Prescott's "Conquest of Mexico." 
 
 ;. Israelites led by Tanuh. 
 
 4 See vol. 1, p. 2, of Prescott's "Conquest of Mexico," concerning 
 the Aztecs. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 89 
 
 And built their Temples, grand arid high, to read to us 
 
 their story by. 
 Till that sad day, Malinche come l to Montezuma's royal 
 
 home, 
 From Eastern land, as was foretold, by all the oracles 
 
 of old; 
 
 In vain did Gautemozin brave, lead on his countrymen, 
 They only sank beneath the wave, that covered Tenoch- 
 
 titlan then ; 
 While some poor wretches lived to see, their chieftain 
 
 swing from Ceiba 2 tree. 
 (They say, Malinche's^ shadow roams along the Royal 
 
 Hill, 4 
 And watches o'er the "mountain throne," as if she saw 
 
 it still. 
 No more the green chiuampa's floats, along the inland 
 
 seas, 
 No more does Montezuma roam, beneath his cypress 
 
 trees! 
 The long gray moss so mournful waves above those 
 
 gardens fair, 
 While they are slumbering in their graves, around him 
 
 everywhere.) 
 
 But now he starts once more to fly, and leaves behind 
 
 him Mexitli. 
 With a mournful sigh and look of pain, he bounds away 
 
 across the plain, 
 And down beyond the sultry lands, till in the Andes' 
 
 heart he stands, 
 
 On Chimborazo's glittering top, bright diadem of snow, 
 He halts again in re very, to think where next to "go." 
 
 1 Nov. 8th, 1519. Sec Ibid. 
 
 a See Ibid, p. 286, Book 7, vol. 3. 
 
 3 Malinche was the Aztec name of Doiia Marina; Cortes was so 
 called because they were seen always together during the conquest, 
 she acting as his interpreter. See vol. 3, p. 293, Prescott's "Conquest 
 of Mexico." 
 
 4 Chapultopec. ' Island gardens, called "Chinampas." 
 
90 THE WANDEBING JEW; 
 
 A splendid scene oefore him lies, hills crown the hills, 
 
 and mountains rise, 
 From that fair valley down below, up to the monarch 
 
 crowned with snow. 
 
 Where the mighty river, Amazon, is only a little rill, 
 Winding like a silver thread, adown the rocky hill, 
 Past garden, orchard, hamlet, town, and down the grand 
 
 plateau, 
 
 Those waters, growing wider still, on to the ocean go. l 
 Before him lies a granite steep, with torrents rushing by, 
 Down, down so many fathoms deep Oh! How he fain 
 
 would lie, 
 
 Forever in that chasm dark, away from mortal view, 
 And never hear again but, Hark! Those dread words 
 
 ringing through 
 The mountain's rocky side, and on he goes again, ne'er 
 
 looking back, 
 And follows, trembling, close upon the mountain 
 
 shepherd's narrow track. 
 The gentle Llamas turn their eyes, with wondering look 
 
 as on he flies; 
 Away to Cuzco swift he goes, where the Incas sit in 
 
 silent rows, 
 Within the Temple of the Sun, tlfeir battles fought, their 
 
 labors done. 
 No more those lordly Incas ride to the " Feast of Rami," 2 
 
 in their pride, 
 No more the simple Indians see, the joyous days of 
 
 TJpanqui ; 3 . 
 
 Who, with golden plow upturned the soil, and smiled 
 
 upon their willing toil, 
 As they lightly swung the Ozier bridge across the 
 
 Abancay, 4 
 
 1 Sec the beaiitiful description of the Cordilleras of the Andes in 
 Prescott's " Conquest of Peru." Vol. 1, pn^es 6 and 7. 
 
 2 A rational solemnity, held at the period of the Summer solstice. 
 3co vol. 1, p. 103. Preseott's "Conquest of Peru." 
 
 3 Upanqui, one of the most renowned of the Peruvian Sovereigns. 
 Ibid, vol. 1, p. 116. 
 
 4 Abancay, a River of Peru. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 91 
 
 Or set the perfumed trees to shade the Royal Inca's way, 
 As he went up, his battles done, to lead the worship of 
 
 the Sun. 
 On Coricancha's * ruined walls, where still the blessed 
 
 sunlight falls, 
 As bright as in those happy days, when gold reflected 
 
 back its rays, 
 He starts to see, the cross is there ! Where is it not, he 
 
 trembling cries, 
 The Echoes quickly answer, where ? And on again he 
 
 quickly flies. 
 
 Along the Andes' rocky side, where the haughty con- 
 querors used to ride, 
 And the Indians trudged through heat and cold, to pile 
 
 poor Atahualpa's 2 gold, 
 He flew along as the shades of night were settling down 
 
 in gloom, upon 
 The banks of the mighty Amazon, 3 whose waves like 
 
 thunder rolled along, 
 Breaking the silent solitude. The Condor bird had sailed 
 
 away, 
 To his nest on the mountain crag; the Anaconda lay 
 
 concealed beneath the cinnamon tree, 
 And the rapid river rolled along toward the Eastern Sea. 
 He cooled his thirst in the limpid stream, and gathered 
 
 the berries sweet, 
 Listening to the Cataract's roar, where the mighty 
 
 waters 4 meet. 
 But hark! A sound is borne upon the breeze, that rustles 
 
 through those lofty trees, 
 
 1 Corieancha, the most renowned of the Peruvian Temples in 
 Cuzeo. See Ibid, vol. 1, p. 95. 
 
 2 A room, 17 feet broad and 22 feet long, was piled, by Athahual- 
 pa's subjects us his ransom, 9 feet high, with plates and utensils of 
 gold, but all in vain. See Prescott's "Conquest of Peru," p. 4S3,vol. 2. 
 
 3 Voyage down the Amazon, A. D. 1581. 
 
 4 The Napo and the Amazon. 
 
92 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 And looking down the roaring stream, that shines like 
 
 silver in the beam. 
 Of the full moon, gleaming through the vine, that o 1 er 
 
 the towering palm doth twine, 
 
 He sees a wild and haggard man, pursued by furies! 
 Their long hair streaming in the wind! On they come 
 
 with wild yells, 
 Waking the silent shades! The slimy alligator starts 
 
 from his slumbers, 
 'Neath the dark green glades, and, wondering, slips into 
 
 the stream. 
 Ahashuerus rises up, and his tall form like some weird 
 
 apparition, 
 
 Seems to. stay the speed of those wild Amazons. 
 They start, they stop, they whisper low, behold, they 
 
 turn around to go, 
 Rush madly down the marshy bank, and dash into the 
 
 river ; 
 Each swims along and holds aloft her ponderous bow 
 
 and quiver. 
 At length they reach their leafy isle, and mermaid like 
 
 they rise, 
 And soon are hid in deepest shade, away from mortal 
 
 eyes. 
 Then spoke that famished creature wild, as earnest as a 
 
 little child: 
 "Ah, Father! God has sent you here, where I have 
 
 wandered many a year, 
 To lead me from this dismal place! " 
 "What brought you here?' 1 the old man said, "You 
 
 look like envoy from the dead." 
 
 "I came with Orellana, near forty years ago, who left 
 
 me here to die, by want and hunger, slow, 
 
 " But an Indian maiden fed me, and here I am to-day, 
 
 and oh, what I have suffered since my 
 
 comrades went away. 
 "My poor old head has long been white, through want 
 
 and hunger, pain and fright. 
 
OE THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 93 
 
 "What became of brave Pizarro, we left so far behind, 
 
 the remembrance of my comrades is 
 
 fading from my mind. 
 "Oh! Could I but leave this dismal shore, and see my 
 
 own Castile once more!'' 
 "Your brave Pizarro's long since dead," with bitter 
 
 sneer the old Jew said; 
 " And Atahualpa is avenged! Those bloody men who 
 
 carried the sword, 
 "And hated cross to Cuzco's walls, now headless sleep in 
 
 bloody graves!! 
 "But, ah! I know that hundreds more will come, and 
 
 silently and surely 
 "The Pagan races will melt away like snow before the 
 
 Rising Sun! 
 "And the steady march of the mystic cross, is only just 
 
 begun." 
 
 "But I must up and *0ft' again, and bear my heavy 
 
 load of pain." 
 The old Jew spied a swift canoe, and, entering it, they 
 
 darted through 
 The waters of that rushing stream, lit by the beauteous, 
 
 silvery beam, 
 Of the moon then riding overhead, and down upon the 
 
 rocky bed, 
 It shone as bright as in the sky, with many a bright star 
 
 twinkling by ; 
 Their light canoe was carried fast, the rocks and isles, 
 
 and banks flew past, 
 With lightning speed! The grand old river broader grew, 
 
 and wider was the noble view, 
 While bounding "G?J" from bank to shore, the days and 
 
 nights dragged slowly on, 
 As they drew near the open sea, whose' roar they'd 
 
 heard long, miles away, 
 And on its bosom longed to be! 
 
94: THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 CANTO VIII. 
 
 jf HE old man sat with head bowed down, thinking 
 ^ all his wanderings o'er, 
 
 And where he next would turn his steps, away from wide 
 
 Atlantic's shore. 
 "You're sad, old man," the Spaniard said. "Oh, yes, I 
 
 am, would I were dead! 
 "'Tis years, long years, since last I crossed this bounding 
 
 sea alone! 
 "And now again, with sinking heart, I hear its billows 
 
 moan ! 
 "I'll go far North, where the Red men roam, for there, 
 
 at least, I will not see 
 "The hafed cross on every side; Spaniard, why do you 
 
 stare at me ? " 
 The skiff had neared the sandy shore, and the Spaniard 
 
 turned to look once more, 
 At the old man's glittering eyes; then threw his hands 
 
 into the air, 
 And sprang into the River, where he sank, no more to 
 
 rise. 
 The skiff sped "OH," as if possessed, across the broad 
 
 Atlantic's breast, 
 Until it reached the Spanish shore, where he had landed 
 
 years before; 
 He feels the breezes once again, blow over Andalusia's 
 
 plain ; 
 But his old friends are long since dead, and war has reared 
 
 its hydra head; 
 The ships that proudly * sailed away, across the stormy 
 
 Biscay Bay, 
 
 * The invincible Armada of 130 ships, 8000 sailors and 20,000 troops; 
 very few of iheiu ever returned to Spain. 
 
CR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 95 
 
 By wind and storm were backward driven, as if it were 
 the will of Heaven, 
 
 That all should worship God in peace, and wars and per- 
 secutions cease. 
 
 The Moors are sadly leaving home, afar in Africa to 
 roam, * 
 
 And no one heeds the poor old Jew, trudging along the 
 country through. 
 
 In a lonely cave of Aurignac,f where lie the human 
 
 bones, 
 Hidden for centuries, long back, with nought but silent 
 
 stones, 
 To whisper how they came in there, the Lion and Hyena's 
 
 lair, 
 He sat down on the old hearth stone! How sad to be 
 
 always alone, 
 No one to tell his troubles to, as he goes "cm," the wide 
 
 world through. 
 Around him are, on every side, the traces of the Deluge 
 
 tide, 
 That piled those bones in that lone cave, and covered up 
 
 their nameless grave. 
 When the "fountains of the deep"J broke up, and 
 
 "Heaven's windows opened wide," 
 ^The pitiless cold rain poured down! They had no Ark 
 
 in which to ride! 
 While darker grew the angry sky, and colder grew the 
 
 rain, 
 And lo! the beasts began to fly to the caves, from o'er 
 
 the plain. 
 The darkness o'er the waters sat, from the Pyrenese to 
 
 Ararat, 
 
 And blinded by the lightning's flash, they heard the thun- 
 ders roll, 
 
 * A. D. 1610. 
 
 t See a work on " Primitive Mail,'' by Louis Figuier. 
 
 \ Genesis, chap. vn. 
 
96 THE WANDERING JEW ; 
 
 And the seething waters wildly dash, and surge from 
 pole to pole. 
 
 While safely rode the noblest bark, that e'er was built: 
 Old Noah's Ark, 
 
 And the grandest, too, that e'er will be, for none e'er 
 sailed so wide a sea ! 
 
 That covered beneath its mountain waves, so many, many 
 cavern graves! 
 
 They'll tell their story, soon or late. It makes no dif- 
 ference. " God can wait! ! " 
 
 " Go on" "go on" you cannot stay, still calls the voice, 
 and he flies away. 
 
 Again in the light of the Nisan moon, he stands on 
 
 "Zion'shill," 
 But the turbaned Moslem yet is there, and guards her 
 
 ruins still. 
 He roams around on Syria's plain, glad on her sacred 
 
 soil to be. 
 When will her sons go back again ? That is the time 
 
 he longs to see. 
 He's in his own loved land again, but knows he cannot 
 
 long remain; 
 He bathes his head in Jordan's tide, then passes on the 
 
 other side, 
 With strength again as young renewed, as when upob 
 
 its banks he stood, 
 And bade good bye to his Syrian home, when first he 
 
 started out to roam. 
 Like the Owl of the Desert, or the lone Pelican, he sat 
 
 on the banks where the Euphrates ran, 
 And to himself again he said: "Oh! would, oh! would 
 
 that I were dead ! 
 "How many years must I still rove ?" And something 
 
 seeme'd to say: 
 "When Bethlehem's star gets 'round the world, then 
 
 comes the Judgment Day. 
 
OK THE FULFILMENT OF PEOPHECY. 97 
 
 " The brilliant star of Bethlehem, like that of Empire, 
 
 takes its way, 
 
 "Still to the West, and ever West, and you can only pray: 
 " Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, when beneath Mes- 
 siah's sway, 
 
 "Every nation, every clime, shall the gospel call obey. 
 " When all the pagan idols fall, and glorious Issa rules 
 
 o'er all, 
 "When all the 'Children of the Sun,' bask in the light 
 
 of that Blessed One ; 
 "When Iran's worshippers declare: He is the God Avho 
 
 made their Fire, 
 "When Israel's children look upon Him,* whom they 
 
 pierced, as their Messiah, 
 "When Christian hosts from old Cathay, across fair 
 
 Thibet take their way, 
 
 " And, following still the brilliant Star, through Cash- 
 mere on to Kandahar; 
 "And through the far famed Ispahan, the ancient City 
 
 of Iran, 
 "The fire horse snorting o'er the plain, where used to 
 
 wind the camel train, 
 "Shall bring the crowds, who come to raise the Temple 
 
 walls with prayer and praise ;t 
 "To plant the vine and till the soil, and raise the busy 
 
 hum of toil, 
 "Making the salt and sandy plain, a fair and smiling land 
 
 again. 
 "Then, oh! how different will there be, the changes you 
 
 are bound to see ; 
 "Then will the camels with their shells, and the dancing 
 
 girls with tinkling bells, 
 "The princes in their pal.^nqueen, with lovely slaves, no 
 
 more be seen. 
 "But the sound of the anvil, rising high, and the busy 
 
 tramp of men go by, 
 * Zechariah, xii. chap., v. 10. > 
 t The Jews. Jereu.iah, chap. 23, v. 8. 
 
98 THE WANDEKING JEW; 
 
 " Bringing the gold from far away, in the shining Lakes 
 
 of Sing-Su-Hay. 
 
 "Or digging under old Chilminar, for the treasure be- 
 neath its pillars hid,* 
 "Where the Peri's daughter said they were, with the 
 
 jeweled cup of King lamshid. 
 "The Banyan tree will spread its shade, the nightingale 
 
 still cheer the glade, 
 "The gems be brought from Oman's sea,' as in the days 
 
 of Arungzebe, 
 "The lovers sigh by the Lake of Cashmere, and roses 
 
 still bloom by the "calm Bendoneer," 
 "But, oh, how many years must roll, while you "go o?i," 
 
 from Pole to Pole." 
 
 CANTO IX. 
 
 N the top of the lonely Ghebre Hill,f whose sacred 
 fires seem burning still, 
 
 As the Western Sun's departing rays, lights up its height 
 with holy blaze, 
 
 Pie stands where the "Magi" stood of yore, when the 
 "Star" appeared to them, 
 
 The Brilliant Star that went before, and stopped o'er 
 Bethlehem ; 
 
 Pointing out to them the way to the crib, where the In- 
 fant Saviour lay. 
 
 Leaving their costly viands spread, with which they fed 
 their Hero dead, 
 
 They with bright censer went far hence, when angels 
 sang of that Blest One, 
 
 * A. D. 1660. 
 
 t One of the mountains near the Indian Sea, on which has been 
 discovered the ruins of an old Temple of the Fire or Sun Worship- 
 pers. See note to Moore's " Lalla Rookh." 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 99 
 
 Taking their myrrh and frankincense, to swing them 
 
 to another Son. 
 Their fires are out, and they are gone, and Buddha's 
 
 Temples 'round him fall, 1 
 
 But the brilliant Star is shining on, its beams are spread- 
 ing over all. 
 The Moslem rules in fair Iran, the Tartan rules in Kho- 
 
 rassan, 
 While far beyond the Caspian Sea, the Christian fights 
 
 for Liberty. 2 
 Some on beyond the ocean stray, 3 to worship God in 
 
 their own way. 
 The land is swept with evils dire, with plague, witli 
 
 famine, and with fire, 4 
 But the Hebrew on the lonely hill, yet hears the dread 
 
 voice, calling still, 
 As if it came from out the sky, "On, on, forever you 
 
 -must fly." 
 In the sultry heat of the Indian noon, cool rolls the wave 
 
 , at Gombaroon; 
 But away across the sandy seas, and over the rolling 
 
 Euphrates, 
 He leaves behind the "coral strand," and seeks again 
 
 the Western land; 
 
 And on he follows in the van, of Tartar horde and Mus- 
 sulman, 5 
 Eager to see the Cross go down, and turrets high the 
 
 Crescent crown. 6 
 Ahashuerus laughs to see, the Crescent where the Cross 
 
 should be; 
 The moon slow hid her beauteous face, as if she mourned 
 
 to know, 
 
 1 Many of the Hindoo Temples were destroyed in the 17th century 
 by Arungzebe. See vol. I of "British India," by Hugh Murray and 
 other* of the Royal Society. 
 
 2 Thirty years war. 
 
 3 The Puritans left England for America in 1620. 
 
 4 Plague in London in 1665, and great fire in 1666. 
 
 5 A. D. 1683. 
 
 6 The Siege of Vienna, Sept. 12th, 1633. 
 
100 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 That the Crescent with its silver horns, was waning down 
 
 below. 
 "Not unto us, but unto thee, the glory. Lord: Oh, let 
 
 it be,'; 
 
 The daring Sobieski cried! In vain the frightened Mos- 
 lem tried, 
 To rally back his broken men, and pointing up to Heaven 
 
 then, 
 Said, " Quick, I tell you we must fly, God is against us, 
 
 see the sky." 1 
 And backward rolled the pagan wave, and onward rolled 
 
 the " Star." 
 
 Ahashuerus trudged along to the Western Isle afar. 2 
 .By the old castle wall, where the green Ivy vine, is cover- 
 ing all with its friendly twine, 
 And the moonbeam is shining, as calm as of yore, when 
 
 first he landed on Albion's shore, 
 He is leaning in sadness, unheeded alone, not one of his 
 
 comrades are left, they are gone. 
 Gone are the Druids, and Britons, so bold, and good king 
 
 Arthur will never return, 
 Gone are the Romans from every stronghold, their ashes 
 
 are resting in tomb and in urn. 
 No more is heard the minstrel song, of Saxoii right and 
 
 Northmen wrong. 
 The tinkling monastery chimes a are heard no more 
 
 around, 
 But ponderous bells from lofty domes,'* peal forth their 
 
 solemn sound. 
 He dashes onward o'er the plain, for he hears the dreaded 
 
 voice again! 
 
 1 There was an eclipse of the moon, which frightened the Turks. 
 
 '2. England; according to the records there is scarcely a county in 
 Europe which has not an account of being visited at some time by 
 the Wandering Jew. The last period of his appearance in England 
 was the latter part of the 17th century. 
 
 3 The Monasteries were destroyed in the reign of Henry VIII., 
 about 153035. 
 
 4 Many Churches were built in London in the latter part of the 
 17th century, among them St. PauPn, by Sir Christopher Wren. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 101 
 
 To old Upsala's moss grown walls, that many a change 
 
 had seen, 
 Since Japhet's grandson 1 laid the stone, where many 
 
 kings have been. 
 Whose giant sons have left those rocks, 2 piled on the 
 
 Earth, so high, 
 To stand the test of ages long, and "tell their story by." 
 
 Now Odin's race has passed, has passed away, to blest 
 
 Valhalla's realm, 5 * 
 
 Eternal mansions, bright as day, he had prepared for them ; 
 The ancient Thor 4 still thunders on, but all their other 
 
 Gods are gone; 
 Some rest in Asgard's holy halls, some bound in Nefel- 
 
 heim, 5 
 
 Until the day of Ragnarok, 6 the last recording time; 
 When dread Loki 7 again will roam, and stars fly from 
 
 the sky, 
 And Heimdal 8 wind the Gjallar Horn, to rouse to 
 
 battle by. 
 When on the new and happy earth, there will be peace 
 
 again, 
 And Odin with his heroes all, and beauteous Baldar 9 
 
 reign. 
 
 1 " Sweeno," the eldest son of Magog, son of Japhet, who is said 
 by the Scandinavians to have founded the Swedish Monarchy about 
 8S years after the flood. 
 
 2 The immense blocks or pillars of stone, found in various parts 
 of Scandinavia, were, no doubt, erected by them. 
 
 3 Heaven or the palace of Odin, situated at Asgard in Scythia. 
 
 4 Thor, God of Thunder. 
 
 5 Nefelheim: Hell. 
 
 6 Ragnarok, the Judgment Day. 
 
 7 Loki, the Evil One. 
 
 8 Heimdal, the Watchman or Sentinel on Asgard. See vol. 1, page 
 87, of" Chrichton's Scandinavia." 
 
 y Baldar, son of Odin, the most graceful, eloquent and amiable of 
 all the Gods, whose palace is in the "ViaLacta?." (It is very evi- 
 dent that the Mythology and Theology of all the known nations was 
 derived from one original source of Divine inspiration, though 
 varied by tradition, according to different climates and circumstances. 
 Each have a Flood from different causes. Each a place of future, 
 
102 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 * 
 
 Ahashuerus groaned to see, the Cross was even there, 
 "Where is it not?" again he cried, the echoes answered, 
 "where?" 
 
 " Over the frozen Siberian snow, away by the Northern 
 
 pole, 
 "He stands on the edge of the continent, where the 
 
 polar oceans roll." 
 He stops his ear with his bony hand, once more he hears 
 
 the sound, 
 Of the pattering steps that come again, over the frozen 
 
 ground, 
 And oh! that bloody tray is there! His hair electric 
 
 stands! 
 At the sight of the gory head she bears, within her 
 
 phantom hands! ! 
 He's going East, while she goes West, and soon they're 
 
 far apart, 
 And he tries with all his might to still, the beating of 
 
 his heart!!! 
 
 Over the plains from the far, far West, where the 
 Buffalo, wild and free, 
 
 Rushes headlong from the " Spirit of Fire," * that sweeps 
 o'er the grassy sea,f 
 
 He flies along with the antelope, to the friendly Man- 
 dan's home, 
 
 Who over the bluffs and "red stone hills," with the elk 
 and grizzly roam. 
 
 He nears the banks of the turbid stream, J that thundering 
 rolls along, 
 
 reward and punishment, and all predict the destruction of the 
 world. Each have a first man and woman, and all who pretend to 
 account for Creation, previous to that time, "get completely 
 muddled.") 
 
 * The Indians call the Fire, that so often sweeps over the vast 
 prairies, " The spirit of Fire," or the "Fire Opirit." 
 t Prairie. 
 % Missouri. 
 
Oil THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 103 
 
 And he's startled again, by an arrow swift, from out of 
 
 a dusky throng, 
 Who are dancing 'round a " big canoe," with willow 
 
 boughs, fresh and green, 
 Strewn over the ground with savory sage, and the 
 
 "mourning doves" are seen, 
 
 In honor of Nu-Mphk-Muck-a-Nah,* the "man of mys- 
 tery," lie, 
 Who alone was saved, when the waters ran, o'er all the 
 
 earth, a shoreless sea! 
 But the arrow whistles harmless by, and the frightened 
 
 . Indians rise, 
 ''It is a mighty medicine man!" each grim old chieftain 
 
 cries. 
 They lead the poor old Jew within their lodge, and spread 
 
 a robe, 
 While down he sinks, exhausted, from his wanderings 
 
 round the globe. 
 With solemn superstitious awe, the red men gather 
 
 'round, 
 And tender him the Calumet, from off the "Holy 
 
 ground;"! 
 There's something in his form and face, they feel is kin 
 
 to them, 
 'Tis said, their lineage can be traced, back to Jerusalem! 
 
 * According to Indian tradition, the only man saved from the 
 Flood. See vol. II. of " Catlin's North American Indians." 
 
 t "Holy ground," a quantity of beautiful ' red stone;" said by 
 Geo. Catlin to be unlike anything ever found on the continent; 
 called " Steatite," situated on the " Coteaux des Prairies," a ridge 
 running North and South, near the St. Peter's river, which empties 
 into the Mississippi, below the falls of St. Anthony. The quarry is 
 oa the Western border of what is now called Minnesota. The In- 
 dians have a tradition that the "Great Spirit" called all the tribes 
 together at the "Red Pipe Stone," many centuries ago, and making 
 them a pipe, smoked it over them all and commanded them to al- 
 ways bury the tomahawk and be at peace when they came there to 
 gather the red stone for their pipes. Mr. Catlin says, the same tra- 
 dition is held by all the tribes he visited. The Dacotahs and Sioux 
 drove away and destroyed the remnant of friendly Indians, and took 
 possession of the quarry. 
 
104 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 They're some of Israel's wandering race, who crossed 
 
 the Land of Shem. 
 And those poor simple red men, who roam the forests 
 
 through, 
 
 Alas! there is no rest for them, they're like the Wan- 
 dering Jew; 
 They're driven on, still further on, Cowards the setting 
 
 sun, 
 The pale face takes their laud away, their race will soon 
 
 be run. 
 
 Ahashuerus stops not long, he's driven on again, far o'er 
 
 the Alleghany ridge to the great Atlantic main, 
 
 Algonquins roam the forest dim, the swarthy Savage 
 
 stares at him ; 
 And led along by the Fire fly lamp, around by the "Lake 
 
 of the Dismal swamp," 
 He nears again the ocean's shore, he hears again the 
 
 ocean's roar; 
 And then the old tones greet his ear, that tell the cross, 
 
 the "cross is here. 11 
 For there comes once more the solemn sound, of church 
 
 bells in the air around. 
 Behold the ship that proudly lifts, its sails against the 
 
 sky> 
 Has brought the Christians to these shores, "Oh, whither 
 
 can I fly ? 
 "No more lands in which to roam, nowhere can Israel 
 
 h'nd a home. 
 "Oh! would that I could die!! " 
 
 A pedler passes with his pack, of tinsel wares upon 
 
 his back, 
 And turns to look, as going by, he hears him thus so 
 
 mournful cry, 
 
 And quick extends a friendly hand: 
 "Cheer up, poor Hebrew, in this land we have a chance 
 
 to rest, 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 105 
 
 "For to this country, broad and free, the hatred has not 
 crossed the Sea,* 
 
 4 'So ease thy troubled breast!" 
 
 " I tell thee, I can never rest," Ahashuerus said, 
 
 " There's trouble ever in my breast, I wish that I were 
 dead ! 
 
 "For more than seventeen hundred years, I've roamed 
 this wide earth through, 
 
 "And there is nought my spirit cheers, I am the Wander- 
 ing Jew!" 
 
 The pedler starts with frightened look, along the dusty 
 road, 
 
 But different ways they each one took; they bore a dif- 
 ferent load! 
 
 Ahashuerus crossed the Sea to Scotland's rugged shore, 
 In time to see the battle on Culloden's heathy mooiyj- 
 And long there dwelt upon his sight, that battle's deadly 
 
 fray, 
 While 'round and 'round the continent, he wound his 
 
 weary way. 
 
 Through blood stained France, and on the Nile, J 
 Whichever way he turned, 
 The horrid cry of war was heard; 
 His heart "within him burned," 
 To hail again his native" land, where he might once more 
 
 pray, 
 By the lone graves of his fathers, in the lovely month of 
 
 May. 
 So round by the Red Sea waters, and over the Desert 
 
 sand, 
 
 * The Jew pedler was ever welcome in the early colonial clays of 
 America, bringing the cheap gay ribbons and bright tinwares for 
 the country maidens and matrons, and the hatred towards his race 
 has changed gradually from hate to ridicule, then to pity, and is 
 now, in the 19th century, fast merging into respect for his industry, 
 perseverance and prosperity. 
 
 t April A. D. 174f>. 
 
 \ Napoleon Bonaparte's campaign in Egypt. A. D. 1793. 
 
106 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 His feet are pressing once again, the soil of his native 
 
 land. 
 But the Moslem's heel is on her still; within old Joppa's 
 
 wall, 
 
 The Moslem and the Jew alike, in vain for mercy call * 
 ("A black, eternal blot upon the memory of Napoleon!") 
 And up 011 Tabor's sacred height, the Turk and Christian 
 
 meet to fight, 
 Where once the peaceful Saviour stood, the lowly man, 
 
 the Triune God! 
 " Though countless as the sands of Sea, or as the stars 
 
 of Heaven," 
 That turbaned host o'er Jordan's tide, in fury soon were 
 
 driven. 
 
 Ahashuerus draws his robe, all soiled and dusty 'round, 
 His weary limbs, and sinks to rest, upon the Holy ground, f 
 Where long ago the Saviour prayed beneath the Olive 
 
 trees, 
 For still they swayed their trembling limbs, upon the 
 
 evening breeze. 
 
 The moon is shining calmly down, as in the days of yore, 
 The days when he was innocent, eighteen hundred years 
 
 before. 
 
 A young man thus accosted him, "Say, old man, can 
 
 you tell, 
 u Of all the lands you've heard of, is there one where we 
 
 can dwell, 
 
 "In safety with our children, or is it still our fate, 
 "To fly from land to land, pursued, with all the Christian's 
 
 hate?" 
 "Young man, I've traveled far and wide, upon the shore, 
 
 upon the tide, 
 " And everywhere our race is driven, in anger by the 
 
 will of Heaven. 
 
 * On the 6th of March, 1799, Napoleon caused 4,000 of the garrison 
 of Joppa, who had capitulated, to be mercilessly put to death, 
 t In Jerusalem. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 107 
 
 " But there's one land across the sea,* where men of 
 
 every race are free, 
 "To serve God as they think it best, and there, at last, 
 
 we may find rest. 
 "But no one knows, what will become of our poor 
 
 brethren over there, 
 "Perhaps they'll drive them on again, as Christians have 
 
 done everywhere. 
 " I'm going back upon my rounds, to fair Columbia's 
 
 shore, 
 "I can tell my friends here where to go, in a hundred 
 
 years or more ; 
 " It takes about that time to know, what a people, free, 
 
 will do; 
 "But then, young man, this knowledge will be of little 
 
 use to you, 
 " For long before that time comes 'round, no doubt, you 
 
 will be underground, 
 "Resting from all your labors done, while I l go on,' 
 
 my race to run." 
 The young man stared in wild dismay, then quickly 
 
 started on his way, 
 
 For he had often heard it said, Ahctshuerus was not dead, 
 But that as weary ages fly, he still was heard of ' ' pass- 
 ing by." 
 
 Thus shunned of men, he starts again, and sorrowful 
 
 leaves his home, 
 
 For he knows his fears and dreads the years, so long he 
 has to roam. 
 
 'The cannons boom at Austerlitz, and Hohenlinden's 
 
 snow, 
 Is white again with winter's storms, when he again must 
 
 V," 
 
 To other scenes and other men, far from his native land 
 again. 
 
 * America. 
 
108 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 The fires of war are burning yet,* and Bonaparte, with 
 
 deep regret, 
 Goes step by step before the foe, and down beneath the 
 
 Northern snow, 
 Buries the Old Guard, one by one, their marches o'er, 
 
 their battles done. 
 With the ravens screaming over head, and wolves no 
 
 longer kept at bay, 
 They leave the dying and the dead, while Kremlin's 
 
 flames light up the way. 
 
 Next on the field of Water! oo,f the rays of the setting 
 
 sun, 
 Are glittering on the Bayonets of the host, that proudly 
 
 won, 
 
 Peace for the world!!! 
 O, great was brave Napoleon! But greater yet was 
 
 Wellington! 
 And greater still, Columbia's son, our own immortal 
 
 Washington!! 
 One fought to make his people great, and one to gain 
 
 the Victory! 
 And one to free them from the fate of slaves, and give 
 
 them Liberty!!! 
 
 CANTO X. 
 
 L l (jo to the Isles of the Sea," he said, "and there 
 
 I may rest my soul, 
 "On the lonely reef the coral builds, where the waves 
 
 of ocean roll." 
 
 So away across the continent, and o'er the stormy sea, 
 On Otaheite's gentle shore, in the shade of the plantain 
 
 tree, 
 * A. D. 1812. f A. D. 1815. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 109 
 
 He stops, while balmy breezes blow, forgetting that he 
 has to "c/ ?" 
 
 The grassy plains and rivulets, and swelling hills be- 
 tween, 
 
 Of all the lands the loveliest, he ever yet has seen ; 
 
 The simple savage sails around upon the blue Lagoon, 
 
 That quiet sparkles, in the light of the balmy South Sea 
 noon. 
 
 Ahashuerus roams along in quiet pensive mood, 
 
 When, hark! there comes a sacred song, from out the 
 leafy wood; 
 
 He hears a thousand voices sing, and great Jehovah's 
 praises ring, 
 
 Where all, he thought, was wild and free, in that vast 
 Southern tropic sea. 
 
 Behold, a Temple,* high and long, within whose walls 
 a dusky throng, 
 
 In sacred songs their voices raise, to sound the great Re- 
 deemer's praise. 
 
 Where'er he sails that Southern sea, from New Zealand 
 to Hawaii, 
 
 The rude "Marais"f are torn away, and OroJ holds no 
 more the sway. 
 
 A hideous log of senseless wood, no more can do the 
 people good ! 
 
 The Idols everywhere must fall, and Jesus Christ rule 
 over all; 
 
 " Japhet must dwell in the tents of Shem, and my people 
 go back to Jerusalem, 
 
 * On the llth of May, 1819, the Royal Mission Chapel was opened 
 by Pomare II., King of Otaheite; it was 700 feet long and 60 feet 
 wide, with 133 windows, 29 doors and 3 pulpits, and attended by 6,000 
 people in their best attire. See Polynesia, &c., by Rev. M. Russell, 
 No. 158 of the " Family Library." 
 
 t Marais, Polynesian Temples. 
 
 I Oro, the great national Idol of Polynesia, whose temples 
 abounded in the Society Islands, before the introduction of Christi- 
 anity by England, in the latter part of the Irth century, at which 
 time Lord Byron visited the Sandwich Islands. 
 
110 THE WANDEEING JEW; 
 
 " Till then you must wander, 1 ' there seemed to say, 
 A voice. Again he started upon his way. 
 
 His lone boat rocks upon the tide, he leans in revery 
 o'er its side, 
 
 The scenes througli which belong has passed, all rise be- 
 fore his vision fast, 
 
 "I know not what to think," he cried, "for all these 
 long, long years I've tried, 
 
 "To fly from the cross of the Nazarene, but everywhere 
 I go, His seen. 
 
 " The prophet's words have all come true, our people 
 roam the wide world through." 
 
 "But hope now rises in my breast, when Jesus reigns, I 
 
 s kail have rest! 
 "Perhaps in that new world * that lies across this Western 
 
 sea, 
 " Where, I remember, I was told, the nations all were 
 
 free, 
 
 "I'll find my people settled down, in Liberty, at last, 
 "To serve Jehovah as they please, and forget the bitter 
 
 past." 
 
 His light skiff rode the wild waves high, and isle and 
 rock-bound shore flew by; 
 
 And soon he heard the billows roar, that dashed on Pata- 
 gonia's shore, 
 
 Reminding him of the long gone by, when he saw the 
 Star cross in the sky. 
 
 But now it has no fears for him ! 
 
 He longs to see before his eyes, that sacred emblem in 
 the skies. 
 
 And as the shades of night come on, and stars come 
 twinkling one by one, 
 
 He sinks upon the ground in prayer ! Unearthly stillnsss 
 in the air, 
 
 * America. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PKOPHECY. Ill 
 
 Sinks deep within his weary soul, while gazing on that 
 
 Southern pole; 
 And while he kneels in silence there, he almost breathes 
 
 to Christ a prayer, 
 That He will haste his kingdom on; he has nought else to 
 
 hope upon; 
 But 'though his heart rebels no more, he knows his trials 
 
 are not o'er. 
 So over the arid terraces, he " goes' through the wiry 
 
 grass; 
 
 Gigantic Indians stare at him, as they in wonder pass. 
 Again he's on Atlantic's shore, but into its waves he goes 
 
 no more, 
 For to his fate he's now resigned, and he goes "on" in 
 
 hope to find 
 The cross in every land, where he, in coming years, may 
 
 chance to be 
 
 Where the wild horse roams through the pampas grass, 
 And the hot Sirocco blows, 
 La Plata winds her silvery stream, with strength renewed 
 
 he goes. 
 Behold! a city's white walls rise, the cross ' the cross! 
 
 he gladly cries. 
 For lo ! the blessed emblem shines on many tall cathedral 
 
 spires, 
 And, with a lighter heart, he treads along the streets of 
 
 Buenos Ayres. 
 While resting near the river bank, and gazing on the 
 
 ocean, 
 Where the lighters rock upon the tide, with undulating 
 
 motion, 
 
 A sorry looking pedler stops, and thus accosts the Jew: 
 " You want some dings, I sell you sheap, I dell you 
 
 what is drue; 
 " Dem is good goods, and strong, you see I dells you not 
 
 a lie; 
 
112 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 " You never have another chance, so sheap a coat to 
 buy." 
 
 The old man slowly raised his eyes, and gazed at the 
 
 abject face, 
 
 For his features looked as if they were, of his own un- 
 happy race ; 
 But, oh! what a change there seemed to be, from the 
 
 look of the Jews he used to see, 
 Who, with towering form and eagle eye, that quailed at 
 
 nought but Jehovah's glance, 
 In defense of their holy temple, bared their breast to the 
 
 thrust of the Roman lance. 
 
 The years of exile, want and care, with persecution dire, 
 Have robbed them of their once proud look, and all of 
 
 their ancient fire. 
 "Where came you from?' the Jew replied, "to this far 
 
 Western shore?" 
 
 "I am a German Jew," he said, "and have been here before ;" 
 Ahashuerus took his hand and, with a heavy sigh, 
 Said "I too am a Hebrew, must we from hither fly?" 
 " No, no, they let us here alone, not one of them refuse, 
 " To trade with us, but still they sneer, and call us cheat- 
 ing Jews ; 
 
 "But we keep on our even way, in hopes the day to see, 
 " When we can proudly take a place, among a people free. 
 " Some Christians sought to hunt for gold, and some to 
 
 hunt for fame, 
 
 " But to be free to worship God, a band of Pilgrims came ; 
 "I left my wife and little ones, where those brave people 
 
 live,* 
 
 " For sure the Liberty they have, they will to others give. 
 "And when I sell my little stock, I will go back to see, 
 "My dearKeturah,in that land, where all alike are free. 
 "Many of our people, too, are scattered through the 
 land." ' 
 
 * New England. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 113 
 
 What was it made the pedler stare, and drop the old 
 
 man's hand ? 
 
 A look of pain had settled on Ahashuerus' face, 
 As he thought of all the troubles, to be suffered by his 
 
 race, 
 Before the Lord would give to them, the leave to build 
 
 Jerusalem, 
 Or sound their Jubilee again, in triumph on the Syrian 
 
 plain. 
 A heavy sigh then heaved his breast, " When Jesus 
 
 reigns, I shall have rest ! " 
 The pedler, staring, heard him say, then quickly went 
 
 upon his way. 
 
 Again Ahashuerus stands alone, upon the sparkling 
 
 sands, 
 
 That glittered on the lonely shore, more than two hun- 
 dred years before, 
 When he sailed down the Amazon, and launched the 
 
 ocean wide upon. 
 He welcomes now the shining sails, that bellying turn 
 
 to catch the gales, 
 And seem to tremble, as if they knew, they scarce could 
 
 take their treasures through, 
 The mountain waves, that they must ride, where Para * 
 
 meets the ocean tide. 
 With lightened heart he journeys on, around the Southern 
 
 lands, 
 And gladly marks the signals of the work of Christian 
 
 hands. 
 
 Now up, past poor De Soto's grave, down deep within 
 
 the bed 
 
 Of Mississippi's muddy wave, by unseen forces led, 
 The Jew, lone wandered through the wilds, where roam 
 
 the Red men yet, 
 
 * Para, a name formerly given to the Amazon river, meaning 
 " Father of Waters." It is now the South estuary of the Amazon. 
 
THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 Retiring slow before his foe, l with vengeance and regret; 
 Ahashuerus scatters wide the dreaded pestilence. 2 
 (God grant his journeys soon may cease, and keep him 
 far from hence. ) 
 
 Once more he's on the rolling wave, of the deep At- 
 lantic Sea, 
 For as the month of Nisan comes, at home he longc 
 
 to be. 
 He lands again on England's shore, 3 but things have 
 
 changed since years before, 
 His people scattered forth to roam, across the sea to find 
 
 a home. 
 Now England's peers aloud proclaim, the honor 4 of the 
 
 Hebrew name, 
 And dare, like ancient Christian knight, to fearlessly 
 
 defend the right; 
 And France, too, is ashamed at last, of her injustice in 
 
 the past. 
 Oh! Hope is springing once again, for his down trodden 
 
 countrymen. 
 With thankful heart he trudges on, half of his weary 
 
 load is gone, 
 And the times are passing swift away, when Judah's 
 
 sons afar must stray, 
 And toil, and toil, and ever pine, for their dear land of 
 
 Palestine. 
 
 Again, with lighter heart, he goes along the streets of 
 
 Rome, 
 
 For dear to him is every place, that brings him nearer 
 home. 
 
 1 In 1832, Indian tribes, under their chief Black Hawk, ravaged the 
 Northern part of Illinois, murdered settlers and burned their 
 dwellings. 
 
 2 The Asiatic Cholera broke out among the troops sent against 
 them under Gen. Seott, and prevailed in other parts of the United 
 States. 
 
 a A. D. 1832. 
 
 4 See Maeauley's Essay on the "Civil Disabilities of the Jews." 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 115 
 
 On the top of the lonely Aventine, from whence the 
 
 hills of Rome are seen, 
 His eye, in wandering, lights upon the well remembered 
 
 Pantheon, 
 Reminding him of days gone by, when first he started 
 
 forth to fly. 
 
 Its lofty granite pillars stand, and baffle age and time, 
 Its dome looms up as proud as when Great Rome was in 
 
 her prime. 
 
 Away on the seven hills, the sun lights up the ruins wide, 
 And shines through the grand Coliseum, long, long, old 
 
 Roma's pride, 
 Through the vines on the Forum pillars tall, the evening 
 
 breeze is blowing, 
 Where once the great Triumvirs stood, the Vaccas* now 
 
 are lowing; 
 
 The marble floors are quiet in Caracalla's f walls, 
 The wind is sighing through the trees, that grow in the 
 
 roofless halls; 
 But the hills are standing yet, where lived the mighty 
 
 moving throng, 
 
 And still, as in the centuries gone, the Tiber rolls along. 
 (Oh! Art is long, but Nature's longer, and Time is ever 
 
 showing, 
 
 That build and battle as we will, we ever must be going.) 
 Around the Campus Martius, the Christian towers arise, 
 And the cross on great St. Peter's Dome, points upward 
 
 to the skies. 
 He welcomes now the solemn sound, that on the still air 
 
 swells, 
 As the peaceful Convent o'er his head, slow rings her 
 
 vesper bells. 
 
 Once more along the Appian way, lit by the sun's last 
 
 fading ray, 
 
 * Cows and sheep were pastured around the ancieut Forum, and 
 the place was, until recently, called " Campo Vaccino." 
 t Baths of Caracalla, South of the Palatine Hill, 
 j Convent on the Avcntinc Hill, one of the Seven Hills of Rome. 
 
116 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 He goes towards the Western sea, where stands the lone- 
 some Pompeii, 
 Uncovered since long years before, when he last trod 
 
 along that shore ; 
 'Twas then one wide spread ruined plain, but now he 
 
 walks the streets again. 
 (How many weary years have sped, since the Pompeiian 
 
 baker burnt his bread,* 
 On that dark, fearful, fatal night, that saw so many take 
 
 their flight, 
 Across the fields in frenzy driven, as if they saw the 
 
 wrath of Heaven.) 
 The same high wall hangs o'er his head, where the kind 
 
 old Hebrew gave him bread, 
 And he sighs to think, how he's been blessed, with 
 
 eighteen hundred years of rest. 
 But still with hope he's cheered to see, that, as light 
 
 breaks on Pompeii, 
 So it is dawning sure, though slow, for him, but yet he 
 
 still must "go." 
 
 Now on through old Brundusium, that heard so oft the 
 
 Caesar's drum, 
 When marching on to victory, upon the plains of Thes- 
 
 saly,t 
 .To meet great Pompey and decide, who should rule Rome 
 
 in pomp and pride; 
 
 Ahashuerus crosses o'er in haste to fair Illyria's shore, 
 Then down the broad Ionian Sea, where poor love 
 
 stricken Antony, 
 Was by the frightened women led, with coward fears and 
 
 drooping head, 
 To leave his men m Caesar's hands, and hide himself 
 
 m Egypt's sands. | 
 
 * A loaf of burnt bread was found in tin oven in Pompeii as per- 
 fect as when the poor baker left his post so suddenly, more tnau 
 1800 years ago. 
 
 t Julius Caesar fought the battle of Pharsalia with Poinpey about 
 48 B. C. 
 
 t See Plutarch's "Life of Antony." 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PBOPHECY. 117 
 
 Now 'round Achaia's sunny land, to where Hymettus 
 
 looms, 
 Against the sky and scents the air with honey bearing 
 
 blooms; 
 To famed Athenia's crumbling walls, that mournful 
 
 guard her ruined halls. 
 The Stadium's marble seats are gone, Illyssus still is 
 
 murmuring on, 
 And lone Pentellic columns* rise, and point in sadness 
 
 to the skies, 
 
 Seeming to say to all the world, "from there the thun- 
 derbolts are hurled 
 
 " Olympian love is not 'unknown,' but mortal ne'er be- 
 held his throne.'' 
 The long stone steps are leading still, to where Paul 
 
 stood on high "Mars'" hill, 
 From whence his eye swept round upon, Erectheum and 
 
 Parthenon. 
 The old Jew mounts with hasty stride, up, up the rocks 
 
 of that hill side, 
 * From whence he views the ruins still, all scattered o'er 
 
 Minerva's Hill;f 
 But the cross, that blessed emblem given, is humbly 
 
 pointing up to Heaven, 
 As if to say, remember all the words once said by good 
 
 St. Paul: 
 "The Lord of Heaven and all the lands, dwells not in 
 
 temples made with hands. "J 
 
 But the weary Jew must "</o" again! He launches on 
 
 the Aegean main, 
 And wanders 'round the classic shore, o'erruled by 
 
 Heathen Gods no more. 
 He rounds lone Tasso's silver hills, and Lemnos where 
 
 the anvil rang, 
 
 # 16 Corinthian columns of Pentellic marble mark the site of the 
 Temple of Jupiter Olympus, 
 t The Acropolis, 
 j Acts, chap. 16, v. 24. 
 
118 THE WANDERING JEW ; 
 
 Of Vulcan, forging ponderous shield for Achilles, as 
 
 Homer sang. 
 The olive yields on Lesbos still, and flowers bloom on 
 
 Scio's hill, 
 As sweet as when blind Homer strayed, among its bowers 
 
 and verses made ; 
 And Samos, where they piped and danced in Cleopatra's 
 
 day, 
 Now lonely looks to those who sail around the Lydian 
 
 Bay. 
 On Patmos sacred isle he lands, and wanders o'er its 
 
 shore, 
 And no voice comes from Heaven to him, only the surf's 
 
 dull roar; 
 And though he longs to "know the things that must be 
 
 in the days to come,"* 
 Alas, the rocks and crags, and waves, they all alike are 
 
 dumb; 
 And he must on his weary way, longing for that happy 
 
 day, 
 When Israel's children can go home, and joyous rear 
 
 their Temple's dome. 
 He stopped where the lovely Cydnus flows down into 
 
 the Sea, 
 
 Where Cleopatra sailed along to meet her Antony; 
 With purple sails and golden prow, and silver dipping 
 
 oars, 
 And incense floating on the air, along those wondering 
 
 shores. 
 
 And now, at last, he comes in sight of Carmel's old 
 
 familiar height, 
 And by a strange sad feeling led to see the dwelling 
 
 place, 
 Of Jesus, he so once did dread, when starting on his 
 
 race . 
 
 He turned his steps to Nazareth, the City on the hill, 
 * " The things which shall be hereafter." Rev., chap. 1, v. 19. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 119 
 
 And saw beside the dusty road, the Virgin's fountain 
 
 still,* 
 Where oft in childhood's sunny dayi, the little Christ 
 
 had gone to play. 
 
 Ahashuerus* cooled his brow, beside the ancient well, 
 How sad the memories were that rose, no one but he 
 
 could tell; 
 
 He thought of all the sufferings, of Jesus long ago, 
 And the changes wrought by centuries, while he wan- 
 dered to and fro. 
 
 Instead of scorning now, the lowly Nazarene, 
 He longed to see each blessed spot, where he had ever 
 
 been. 
 The thistle blooms on the dusty road, that leads to the 
 
 sacred sea, 
 As it did when the Saviour journeyed, to the blue "deep 
 
 Galilee.'' 
 The red pome-granate grows there still, the fig and olive 
 
 yield, 
 The fruit that Jesus blessed and ate, while walking 
 
 through the field. 
 The butterfly waves its gauzy wings, around the fennel 
 
 stalk, 
 That is growing rank beside the path, our Saviour used 
 
 to walk. 
 Mount Tabor rears her verdant cone, and Hermon rears 
 
 his snow, 
 
 And down along the Syrian plain, the Jordan waters flow; 
 The merry birds are carolling, their Maker's praises loud, 
 Where long ago our pitying Lord, in mercy healed the 
 
 crowd, 
 That thronged around him, while he trod his weary way 
 
 on Earth ; 
 From Bethlehem, where the angels sang about his lowly 
 
 birth, 
 
 * There was a tradition in 1306 that Jesus, when a little child, 
 broke his pitcher, and carried water to his mother in his little leather 
 apron. 
 
120 "THE WANDERING JEW; * 
 
 To Calvary, where his life was given, a ransom for 
 us all; 
 
 From all those holy places, the voices seemed to call, 
 
 In heavenly accents, calm and sweet, from every hill 
 side 'round, 
 
 Come, "put the shoes from off thy feet," for "this is 
 Holy ground." 
 
 The sunshine soft is gleaning, across the rippling wave, 
 
 Where Jesus walked one stormy night, and stretched his 
 hand to save; 
 
 And the sea, obedient to his will, rolled back its angry 
 crest, 
 
 When He commanded, "Peace, be still!" sank tremb- 
 lingly to rest; 
 
 Bethsaida and Chorazin old, have vanished from the 
 land, 
 
 Capernaum, too, has scarce one stone, to tell where it 
 did stand. 
 
 The Cane and Oleander wave, where the water willows 
 grow, 
 
 And the pearly shells are scattered, where the fish swim 
 to and fro, 
 
 As when they went in Peter's net, at Christ's august com- 
 mand; 
 
 And the little boats go sailing yet, across from land to 
 land. 
 
 The Crocus blooms on Tabor's side, the Oaks stand ever- 
 green, 
 
 The sparrow chirps along the ground, and the gold finch 
 gay is seen. 
 
 But the "gentle Jesus" walks no more, along the well 
 worn way, 
 
 That leads to old Jerusalem, as it used to in his day, 
 
 The Cactus, wild, now covers o'er full many a ruined 
 wall, 
 
 That stand as mournful landmarks, and on the ages call, 
 
 To stop their all destroying power, and save for men to 
 see, 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 121 
 
 The remnants of those halcyon days, when Judah's land 
 was free. 
 
 Samaria stands upon the hill, where yet the olive trees, 
 
 Tell of the olden time that's gone, when waving in the 
 breeze, 
 
 They sheltered Israel's Holy One, so many years ago; 
 
 When he " had not where to lay his head," and "wan- 
 dered to and fro." 
 
 Now Shiloh's ridge and "Bethel's Tower" look mourn- 
 fully and- still, 
 
 The screech-owls' tones in the moonlit hour, far echo o'er 
 the hill. 
 
 CANTO XL 
 
 HASHUERUS nears his home, his heart is beating 
 
 fast, 
 'Though he has had to roam and roam, he's come again 
 
 at last, 
 
 For yonder, 'gainst the Southern sky, the minarets arise, 
 And the towers of dear Jerusalem, now glad his longing- 
 eyes. 
 He stopped to rest by a low arched door, at the home of 
 
 a maiden fair, 
 The noonday sun was glancing bright, across her raven 
 
 hair. 
 Low and sweet was the song she sung, for she hummed 
 
 it o'er in the Hebrew tongue, 
 'T was of Israel's glory past and gone, and of Israel's 
 
 hope that is coming on. 
 And the old Jew stopped with listening ear, that maiden's 
 
 accent, sweet, to hear, 
 And the words that came from her joyous heart, seemed 
 
 weaved in verse with a prophet's art. 
 
122 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 "Rejoice, oh Israel's wandering race;* far in the West 
 
 we've found a place, 
 "Where plenty reigns, and smiling peace makes all our 
 
 wants and woes to cease; 
 "Our Synagogues are rising there, where we can kneel 
 
 in peaceful prayer, 
 "And thank Jehovah, that his hand has led us to that 
 
 golden land. 
 "God bless the noble race who give, to other men the 
 
 right to live, 
 "Loud let the praise be said and sung, of men who speak 
 
 the English tongue, 
 "By them the desert waste will bloom, all fragrant with 
 
 the rose perfume, 
 " With them will Israel cross the main, and cross old 
 
 Jordan's flood again, 
 "And find once more their Canaan home: that glorious 
 
 time will surely come; 
 
 "Oh, great Jehovah, speed the day, and-hasten on Mes- 
 siah's sway." 
 
 The Hebrew maiden ceased her song, the poor old Jew 
 
 looked at her long, 
 She bade him kindly then draw near, and share with them 
 
 their homely cheer; 
 
 She saw he was an Israelite, a traveler, soiled and worn, 
 And,, to her tender hearted sight, looked wretched and 
 
 forlorn ; 
 But hope was in his weary eye, her song had cheered his 
 
 heart, 
 He longed again to the West to fly, and hastened to 
 
 depart ; 
 But first he told her, she was right, events were shaping 
 
 fast, 
 For Israel's children to return, their woes were nearly 
 
 past; 
 He told her how he'd wandered, 'round the world so 
 
 many years, 
 
 * Rachael'e soug. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 123 
 
 Of all the changes he had seen, the smiles, the joys, the 
 
 tears; 
 But the blood-marked place was off his brow, and the 
 
 maiden fair could see, 
 
 Only an old and weary man, who had come from Galilee. 
 He bade good bye to the gentle one, and walked the 
 
 streets once more, 
 That now resounded to the tread, of men from every 
 
 shore, 
 The turbaned Moslem and the Jew, with roving Bedouin, 
 
 bands, 
 All meet in friendly concourse there, with Christians 
 
 from all lands. 
 Siloah's pool is murmuring soft, and Kidron's brook 
 
 goes by, 
 The lepers hold their hands aloft: alms, alms they sadly 
 
 cry ; 
 But Nature smiles, as she was wont, when Jesus walked 
 
 the earth, 
 The "morning stars" are singing still, as when they 
 
 marked his birth ; 
 The wild sage grows on every hill, the yellow poppy 
 
 blooms, 
 
 And rear their heads between the stones, of his fore- 
 fathers' tombs; 
 
 In the garden of Gethsemane, a few old olive trees, 
 Still sway their trembling limbs, upon the springtime 
 
 evening breeze; 
 And 'round upon the time worn hills, now wet with 
 
 vernal showers, 
 The little plant spreads far and wide, its "everlasting 
 
 flowers." * 
 One thing is strange, within the walls, where ^oft for 
 
 prayer the Moslem calls, 
 
 The Christian church bells oft resound, and in the Syna- 
 gogues around, 
 
 * "Paroriychia Hispanica." 
 
124 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 The Hebrews meet for prayer and praise, as did the 
 Jews in other days. 
 
 He walks about the modern streets, not shunning who 
 so e'er he meets, 
 
 For now the "blood marked place" is gone, and unob- 
 served he trudges "on." 
 
 Across sweet Sharon's lovely plain, past many an orange 
 tree, 
 
 Through ancient Joppa's broken wall, he comes to the 
 "Open Sea," 
 
 And gladly hails the distant ship, that will bear him 
 "on" to the West, 
 
 Where he can soon behold again, "the land of Israel's 
 rest."* 
 
 Atlantic's waves now waft him "on" he's left the old 
 
 world, far away, 
 And soon he gladly lands upon, the rocky shore, where 
 
 bounds the spray, 
 As if in gladness there to meet, the land it traveled far 
 
 to greet. 
 
 Ahashuerus looks around with wonder staring eyes, 
 Where once the grand old forest stood, the Christian 
 
 towers arise. 
 Great bridges span the mighty streams, and steamers 
 
 plough the river, 
 Where from the Indian's bark canoe, the bow strings 
 
 used to quiver; 
 The fierce red man is seen no more, but waving fields of 
 
 grain, 
 Grow where the Bison roamed of yore, across the 
 
 Western plain. 
 At length j- he comes to the golden shore, where old 
 
 Pacific's breakers roar: 
 Ahashuerus flies along o'er black ''Lone Mountain's" 
 
 Hill, 
 
 * California, 
 t A. D. ISul. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 125 
 
 For 'though his " blood marked place" is gone, yet he 
 
 must wander still. 
 
 (But he will never enter in that noble City there,* for 
 
 nightly will go up to Heaven an Israelitish prayer, 
 
 That God will bless that people, and keep them safe 
 
 from harm ; 
 
 As He guides His "chosen people," by "His everlasting- 
 arm. v 
 For they will go together, when the "fulness be 
 
 come in,"f 
 Of all the Gentile Nations, where the gospel light has 
 
 been.) 
 Together cross wide China land, together o'er the Jordan 
 
 strand, 
 And they to build the Temple, will together go to 
 
 Zion's hill. 
 Old Time must roll his centuries on, "Ere every knee 
 
 shall bow," J 
 Of peoples this wide earth upon, but he must wander 
 
 now. 
 
 CANTO XII. 
 
 P eighteen thousand feet, above the level of the 
 
 wave, 
 
 That rolls its chilly waters up, past many an Indian grave, 
 On St. Elias' snowy top, he rests him ere he goes, 
 With trembling footsteps to the verge of the land of the 
 
 Esquimaux, 
 For there, he fears to see again Herodias flying past, 
 
 * The Cholera has never prevailed in San Francisco. 
 
 t Romans, xi. chap., v. 25. 
 
 t Epistle to the Phillipians, n. chap , v. 10. 
 
126 THE WANDERING JEW ; 
 
 Bearing her hideous dismal load, on through the icy 
 
 blast. 
 But to his joy he meets no more, that poor girl's phantom 
 
 form, 
 Hurrying along, with lightning speed, amid the winter 
 
 storm. 
 
 Across the Toondra's lonely waste, Ahashuerus flies, 
 He hears no more the dread word "haste," but the wolf 
 
 dog's dismal cries, 
 That rush along with maddened speed, across the wide 
 
 Steppee, 
 
 Lit by the "Borealis beam," from the far off Polar Sea; 
 While, as he nears a log hut town, a glad sound greets 
 
 his ear, 
 Strong men are singing, "Christ is born !" The Cross 
 
 is even here! 
 ' The red church* steeple looms above the native's simple 
 
 homes, 
 The church bells ring as gladly out, as from more lofty 
 
 domes. 
 From the grand old peak of Kloochefskoi,f to Moscow's 
 
 glittering spires, 
 Where long ago the fierce wolf howled, now glow the 
 
 cheerful fires, 
 
 And Russia's Czar stands ready, to bear the Cross along, 
 With an army brave and steady, many hundred thousand 
 
 strong. 
 And times are changed in England too, the Jews have 
 
 nought to fear, 
 For one of their great countrymen, is now an English 
 
 . 
 
 For lo! In blazing "Ko-i-noor," Great Britain's Empress 
 
 Queen, 
 
 * See page 291 of George Kennan's " Tent Life in Siberia," also 
 the excellent work of Lieut. R. J. Bush. The Russo-Grecian Church 
 is to be found in every village in Siberia from Behring's straits to St. 
 Petersburg. 
 
 t Mountain in Kamtchatka. 
 
 \ D'Israeli, created Lord Beaconsfleld, Feb. 10th, 1 77. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 127 
 
 To honor Israel's honored son, in pageantry is seen. 
 And hark! A clarion voice is heard, her royal Courts 
 
 within, 
 Expounding Britain's royal law, the peerless Benjamin.* 
 
 But another trial waits the Jew, for down on Asia's 
 
 plain, 
 The Moslem persecutes his race, and drives them on 
 
 again. 
 On Macedonia's ancient ground, the cries of Christians 
 
 too resound, 
 For the bloody Moslem draws the sword, where once 
 
 the peaceful, blessed word, 
 Was carried by a martyr band, to all the shores of 
 
 Aegean land. 
 The Sultan sails in the cold spring morn, in his gondola 
 
 by the "Golden Horn," 
 O'er the waters of Bosphorus deep, the "Koorban Bei- 
 
 ram" fast to keep. 
 But retribution time has come, and the conquering roll 
 
 of the Christian drum, 
 Is sounding now the Crescent's doom, from Bucharest to 
 
 Erzeroum. 
 
 The fire horse now is snorting on even Afric's sands, 
 And waking up the echoes in all the savage lands, 
 Though "Pharaoh's hen"f sits brooding, with drooping 
 
 tail and wings, 
 
 Like an evil genius, viewing the .ruined by gone things; 
 And the mournful pyramids yet stand, like Anakims of 
 
 yore, 
 
 Reminding all the Nations of the centuries gone before; 
 Yet, "short work" will Jehovah make, when "prophetic 
 
 times" are passed, J 
 And Israel's children undertake their journey home at 
 
 last, 
 
 * Judah P. Benjamin, Queen's counsel, London, 
 t See " Hopley under the Egyptian Puhns," page 2u6. 
 \ Epistle to the Romans, 9th chap., 2:>tb. v. 
 
128 THE WANDERING JEW; 
 
 "To Canaan's fair and happy shore," to wander far from 
 her no more. 
 
 But meantime he must travel, so down through the 
 
 China land, 
 And on to the busy Hongkong shore, where the fishermen 
 
 pace the sand, 
 And stare at the "Fire horse," neighing loud across the 
 
 quiet fields, 
 Crushing the frightened natives' bones, beneath its iron 
 
 heels.* 
 While all along the river bank, time worn Pagodas 
 
 stand, 
 Ere long before the tall church spires, to vanish from 
 
 the land.f 
 He marks the changes all around, since those weary days . 
 
 of yore, 
 
 When he wandered o'er that pagan ground, in the cen- 
 turies gone before. 
 He goes through Cashmere's lovely vale, and down the 
 
 Ganges stream, 
 
 Where the timid maidens used to watch the fading lan- 
 terns gleam, J 
 And thought their friends would safe return, if the little 
 
 lamps held out to burn. 
 But he finds old times have passed away: the fire horse 
 
 comes from far Bombay, 
 Outstrips the ponderous elephant's stride, from Oman's 
 
 sea to Bengal's tide. 
 
 * Tbe Chinese were so frightened at the first trip of the railroad 
 train, constructed by the English, that one of them threw himself 
 across the track and was crushed to death, evidently regarding the 
 engine as a sort of Juggernaut. 
 
 t The authorities of China have recently granted permission for 
 Christianity to be encouraged in China. 
 
 t The Hindoo girls used to set afloat upon the rivers lamps filled 
 with cocoanut oil, and watch them until out of sight; if they con- 
 tinued to burn, they expected their friends to return in safety. See 
 note to Moore's Lai hi Rookh, where he quotes from Grandprt's 
 voyage in the Indian ocean. 
 
OB THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 129 
 
 Though still they rear the funeral pile, and hold the rite 
 
 of dread "suttee," 
 And burn the poor fanatics, while the Christians ask: 
 
 can such things be? 
 And still the Idol Juggernaut, with diamond eyes, is 
 
 rolled along, 
 Across the hills of Balaghaut, and o'er the prostrate 
 
 throng. 
 The camel's bells are heard no more, tinkling in the 
 
 summer night, 
 Pacing along the sandy shore, with loads of silk and 
 
 muslin bright. 
 The old Jew, thinking, toils along to the low flat shore of 
 
 Chittagong; 
 
 Alas! destruction meets his eye, a waste of waters l rol- 
 ling high, 
 O'er houses, gardens, beast and man, those seething 
 
 waters wildly ran. 
 With heavy heart he goes from thence, and leaves behind 
 
 him Pestilence; 2 
 And down the Bengal's foaming Bay to Ceylon's lonely 
 
 isle away; 
 In the lonely light of a starlight night, he stands far up 
 
 on the topmost height 
 Of the mountain trod by the world's first man, after the 
 
 days of Jan ben Jan. 3 
 The Veddas' 4 roam the mountain's side, the Cyngalese 
 
 sport in the Indian tide, 
 And gather the jewels rich and rare, to deck the brides of 
 
 Ceylon fair. 
 
 1 On the 31st of'October, 1877, a tidal wave swept away nearly all 
 the inhabitants of the Chittagong district. 
 
 2 Cholera. " 
 
 3 A giant prince who ruled the world before Adam, and by whose 
 orders the genii built the wonderful structures of Persepolis, Ele- 
 phanta, &c. See note to Moore's Lalla Rookh. ' 
 
 4 Supposed to be the real aborigines. 
 
130 THE WANDEKING JEW; 
 
 But never to rest again he " goes" across old Adam's 
 
 "bridge of sighs," * 
 That up from the Manaar wave arose, when he flew on 
 
 from Paradise. 
 
 Along the plain of Hindoostan, past ancient cities of Iran, 
 He comes once more to Babylon, as the ray of the slowly 
 
 setting sun 
 Is gilding Nimrod's lonely height, with a gorgeous flood 
 
 of golden light. 
 Since he was there long years ago, while he's been 
 
 wandering to and fro, 
 They've found the time-worn tablets f of the old Assyrian 
 
 kings, 
 
 That tell how they conducted their old "financial rings." 
 In Troy, MycenaB, Pompeii, and in the 'ancient Rome, 
 They find what he saw long ago, when first he left his 
 
 home. 
 But, how tired he is of roaming and of all the changes 
 
 'round; 
 
 The only hope that cheers him, is that his race have found 
 A place, where Israel can prepare to take their journey 
 
 home, 
 And build their Holy City when that happy time shall 
 
 come. 
 
 "Again, in the light of the Nisan moon, he stands on 
 
 Zion's hill," 
 The times are changing very fast, but the Moslem holds 
 
 her still. 
 
 Even now the hammers sounding along the Holy street, 
 Tell of Rothschild's wealth abounding, where the Jew and 
 
 Christian meet; 
 And happy homes are smiling, 'and fragrant gardens 
 
 bloom, 
 
 *A dangerous ridge of sand banks that cross from Ceylon to the 
 main land of Hindoostan. 
 
 t The Hillah Tablets, purchased by George Smith for the British 
 Museum. 
 
OR THE FULFILMENT OF PROPHECY. 131 
 
 Throughout the Holy City, around King Davids tomb.* 
 Again he leaves the old world, and goes across the 
 
 wave, 
 Where the souls of buried nations dance lightly o'er their 
 
 grave, f 
 
 * REBUILDING JERUSALEM, The efforts of Sir Moses Montefiore, 
 encouraged by such eminent men of the Jewish laith as the 
 Rothschilds, are bearing good fruits in Jerusalem. Perhaps the 
 highest ambition in life of the former has been to see his people 
 again gathered within the walls of the Holy City, endeared by so 
 many sacred memories, where they could rear their altars and wor- 
 ship unmolested after the manner of their forefathers. He Las lor 
 years devoted his best energies to this object, and if his labors have 
 not been crowned to the extent of his desires, he has at leust the 
 satisfaction of knowing they have not been in vain. A correspondeLt 
 of the London Times, writing from Palestine, says that new blocks 
 of buildings meet the eye everywhere in Jerusalem. Along the Jaffa 
 road, and on both the north and west sides of the city, extensive 
 buildings are in course of erection ; and even within the walls, near 
 the reputed tomb of David, another large group of tenements is 
 being built. The same writer continues : These new buildings are 
 designed as houses for Jews of different nations, and are erected by 
 societies, to be let or sold in tenements of tvro rooms each. Tte 
 poor are to be provided with homes for a given time rent free, and 
 those who are able are to be permitted to purchase their habitations 
 by periodical payments on a principle similar to those of English 
 building societies. Until a recent date the Jews in Jerusalem had 
 their quarter, as in many continental cities ; but they have now the 
 utmost freedom to purchase property wherever they can get it, to 
 build where they can obtain sites, within or outside the city walls, 
 and to locate themselves wherever they can find residences. This 
 freedom is causing a great increase to the Jewish population of the 
 humbler classes." Jerusalem has at this day a population of from 
 18,000 to 20,000, of which, at the latest enumeration, there were 
 7,000 Mohamedans, 6,000 Jews, 5,000 Christians, mostly of the 
 Greek and Latin churches, and the balance Armenians, Syrians, 
 Copts and Protestants. Even the Mohamedans classify it as one of 
 their three holy cities. It seems strange, in the light of the past, 
 when the Jew and the Christian were spat upon as "dogs" by the 
 fanatical followers of the Prophet, that there should now be eo 
 much religious toleration in Palestine. The secret is found in the 
 straitened financial circumstances of the Turk, who is dependent 
 upon Europe for his loans, in which are found wealthy Jews, who, 
 to a great extent, control the money market, and it is manifestly to 
 his interest not to give offence to these capitalists. 
 
 t A superstition, that the phosphorescent light in the Mediterranean 
 Sea is caused by the countless " souls of buried nations" floating on 
 its waves. 
 
132 THE WANDERING JEW. 
 
 And ride the rolling billows, or hide beneath the foam, 
 Their phosphorescent pillows, upon their watery home. 
 Across the arid desert and o'er the fertile plain, 
 Towards the mighty Western Sea, he makes his way 
 
 again; 
 
 The shells on Colorado's hills and in her sandy vales, 
 Are telling to the wondering world, the oft repeated 
 
 tales, 
 Of the day in the long forgotten past, when Noah built 
 
 his Ark, 
 And o'er the world wide waters so safely steered his 
 
 bark ; 
 
 The ships that went to pieces on Arizona's sands,* 
 The cocoanuts f that drifted from far off Southern lands, 
 All tell of that great Deluge that "surged from pole to 
 
 pole," 
 And slowly then receded to where the waves now roll. 
 
 lie's on his weary round again, among the busy haunts 
 
 of men, 
 
 In every town and village, where now he gladly comes, 
 His countrymen are building their peaceful quiet homes, 
 And, pointing upwards to the skies, the towers of synag- 
 ogues arise ; 
 While, side by side with the Nazarene, the Hebrew Rabbi 
 
 oft is seen, 
 
 To walk, with friendly smile and nod, up to the worship 
 of their God. 
 
 Now, on some drear, lone winter night, when the wan- 
 ing moon gives palest light, 
 On bleak Lone Mountain's windy crest, he'll stop a little 
 
 while to rest; 
 And ere he "goes' on Calvary hill, when the clouds are 
 
 gone and the winds are still, 
 That winter moon will bring to view, the form of the 
 
 WEARY, "WANDERING JEW." 
 * See Joaquin Miller's poem of the " Desert Ship " 
 fCocoanuts and other productions of a tropical climate have been 
 found iu Colorado and Arizona imbedded in the sand. 
 
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