On Friday I had an opportunity to see a man measuring grain, as is indicated by the Savior’s words:  “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, shall they give into your bosom.  For with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again” (Luke 6:38).  He filled his measure about full, and then shook it down thoroughly.  He next filled it up and shook it down until he evidently thought he had all he could get that way, so he commenced to pile it up on top.  When he had about as much heaped up as would stay on, he put his hands on the side of the cone opposite himself and gently pulled it toward him.  He then piled some more on the far side, and when he had reached the limit in this way, he carefully leveled the top of the cone down a little, and when he could no longer put on more grain, he gently lifted the measure and moved it around to the proper place, where it was quickly dumped.  In the evening Mr. Smith and I walked out on Mount Scopus, where Titus had his camp at the time of the siege and destruction of Jerusalem, as foretold by our Lord and Master in the twenty-fourth of Matthew.

As we went along, Mr. Smith pointed out the watershed between the Mediterranean and the Dead Sea.  The view from Scopus is very extensive.  We could look away to the north to Nebi Samwil, where the Prophet Samuel is supposed by some to have been buried.  Ramallah, the seat of a school maintained by the Society of Friends, is pointed out, along with Bireh, Bethel, and Geba.  Nob, the home of the priests slain by command of Saul (1 Samuel 22:16), and Anathoth, one of the cities of refuge (Joshua 21:18), are in sight.  Swinging on around the circle to the east, the northern end of the Dead Sea is visible, while the Mount of Olives is only a little distance below us.  Across the valley of the Kidron lies the Holy City, with her walls constructed at various periods and under various circumstances, her dome-shaped stone roofs, synagogues, mosques, and minarets, being “trodden down of the Gentiles, until the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled” (Luke 21:24).  Here, with this panorama spread out in the evening light, I may say my sight-seeing in the City of the Great King came to an end.

I lacked but a few hours of having been in the city two weeks, when I boarded the train for Jaffa on my way to Egypt.  The most of the time I had lodged in the hospitable home of Mr. Smith, where I had a clean and comfortable place to rest my tired body when the shadows of night covered the land.  I had received kind treatment, and had seen many things of much interest.  I am truly thankful that I have been permitted to make this trip to Jerusalem.  Let me so live that when the few fleeting days of this life are over, I may rest with the redeemed.  When days and years are no more, let me enjoy, in the NEW JERUSALEM, the blessedness that remains for those that have loved the Lord.