JERUSALEM. 
365 
As I plodded my way for the last time through this den of 
sickening sights, a vision of human misery was impressed upon 
my mind that time can not efface. I passed when the rays 
of the sun were cold and the light was dim ; and there came 
out from the reeking hovels leprous men, gaunt with famine, 
and they hared their hideous bodies, and howled like beasts; 
and women held out their loathsome and accursed babes, and 
tore away the rags that covered them, and pointing to the 
shapeless mass, shrieked for alms. All was disease and sin 
and sorrow wherever I went; and as I passed on, unable to 
relieve a thousandth part of the misery, moans of despair and 
howling curses followed me, and the Lepers crawled back into 
their hovels to rot in their filth and die when God willed. 
