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the world over. In Jerusalem I learned nothing. Then 

 I came back to England, and sought the old branches of 

 the family, but they had gone long ago to Madrid. At 

 Madrid I found no traces of them ; but I went thence to 

 Tunis, and, after living a year in the latter city of living 

 Arabs and dead men's bones, I went by way of the coast 

 with a Mograbbin caravan to Cairo and Suez, and down 

 the Red Sea to Aden. 



" But why relate further my wanderings. For three years 

 I sought kindred — any thing possessing my blood — but 

 without success ; and I returned at last to Jerusalem, 

 where I resolved to live and die. More than two years I 

 had been in the Holy City without setting foot within the 

 Christian's great temple, when one morning the Padre 

 Antonio, desiring to purchase of me a rare piece of bn> 

 cade for an ornamental use in the Latin chapel, took me 

 with him to see the spot. I was dealing in silks and jew- 

 els then by way of amusement, for I was a lonesome man 

 in my habits at Jerusalem, as I had been in America. 

 The padre left me alone in the rotunda of the church. 



" I was standing on the Latin side of the Holy Sepul- 

 chre, just under the dome, close by the entrance to the 

 chapel of the angel. It was almost noon. In ten min- 

 utes, at the most, we would hear the thundering clatter on 

 the board at the door which implies that the Turk who 

 sits in state at the grand entrance is about to go to his 

 noonday meal, and the great church is to be closed until 

 the hour of vespers. 



" Here and there around the sacred centre were devov 

 tees kneeling in prayer. On the Moor's side an old 

 black man — looking, in the face, the very image of my 

 grandfather's servant, Neptune, but in dress very different 

 — was kneeling at the edge of the inclosing wall of thq 



