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out of rock, with toe holes cut in it. Fifty feet up there is another 
wall of rough masonry, opening into a vaulted chamber, with a 
descent of 20 feet from the opening, and at the bottom a smaller 
one 8 feet deeper, with a passage blocked up, which has not yet 
been explored. In the horizontal part of the passage were found 
curious antique glass lamps, water jars, a little pile of charcoal as 
if for cooking, and a cooking-dish glazed inside. Evidently this 
had been used as a refuge. Overhanging the shaft was an iron 
ring, to which a rope might have been attached for hauling up water. 
Lieutenant Warren considers that which has usually been held 
to be the aqueduct from the Temple to the Virgin’s Fount, to have 
been rather an aqueduct for the supply of Ophel, as evidenced by a 
shaft and draw-well. 
While exploring the tunnel between the Virgin’s Fount and 
Siloam, the same gurgling sound of water was heard which has 
been noticed by others ; but the hidden channel, which has thus 
been detected by sound at intervals from the Damascus gate to 
Siloam, yet remains to be revealed. 
Now, fragmentary as all these discoveries are, they indicate an 
amount of ancient remains below the surface, which cannot but 
excite our hopes, and stimulate us to strain every nerve to lay bare 
such interesting relics. We may find but little yet to throw direct 
light on the lives we so cherish, and any detail of which we so 
dearly prize. True, but it must be recollected that the exploration 
in Jerusalem is at present in the condition of a puzzle or joining 
map, of which only half a dozen pieces are found out of sixty or 
seventy. Find the others, and the whole can be put together, and 
will then be intelligible enough. Extend to the other parts of the 
city the researches here begun, and the sites of the Temple, of the 
Tombs of the Kings of Judah, of the Holy Sepulchre, of the Pool 
of Bethesda, will be problems no longer. 
As Mr Grove remarks “as I read Lieutenant Warren’s accounts, 
I seem to feel the ancient city within my grasp, to know for a cer- 
tainty that its very houses, and streets, and water-courses, all the 
ancient life of its structures, its hills and its ravines, are lying 
buried, like some enchanted person, beneath that singular and 
solemn tomb. The cliff (says Dean Stanley) which Joab climbed, 
the streets which David trod, and along which Athaliah was hurried, 
