and it is loose, shapeless, of undecided color; it is generally out of repair, too.  They wear, from crown to jaw, curious strings of old coins, after the manner of the belles of Tiberias, and brass jewelry upon their wrists and in their ears.  They wear no shoes and stockings.  They are the most human girls we have found in the country yet, and the best natured.  But there is no question that these picturesque maidens sadly lack comeliness.

A pilgrim—­the “Enthusiast”—­said:  “See that tall, graceful girl! look at the Madonna-like beauty of her countenance!”

Another pilgrim came along presently and said:  “Observe that tall, graceful girl; what queenly Madonna-like gracefulness of beauty is in her countenance.”

I said:  “She is not tall, she is short; she is not beautiful, she is homely; she is graceful enough, I grant, but she is rather boisterous.”

The third and last pilgrim moved by, before long, and he said:  “Ah, what a tall, graceful girl! what Madonna-like gracefulness of queenly beauty!”

The verdicts were all in.  It was time, now, to look up the authorities for all these opinions.  I found this paragraph, which follows.  Written by whom?  Wm. C. Grimes: 

“After we were in the saddle, we rode down to the spring to have a last look at the women of Nazareth, who were, as a class, much the prettiest that we had seen in the East.  As we approached the crowd a tall girl of nineteen advanced toward Miriam and offered her a cup of water.  Her movement was graceful and queenly.  We exclaimed on the spot at the Madonna-like beauty of her countenance.  Whitely was suddenly thirsty, and begged for water, and drank it slowly, with his eyes over the top of the cup, fixed on her large black eyes, which gazed on him quite as curiously as he on her.  Then Moreright wanted water.  She gave it to him and he managed to spill it so as to ask for another cup, and by the time she came to me she saw through the operation; her eyes were full of fun as she looked at me.  I laughed outright, and she joined me in as gay a shout as ever country maiden in old Orange county.  I wished for a picture of her.  A Madonna, whose face was a portrait of that beautiful Nazareth girl, would be a ‘thing of beauty’ and ‘a joy forever.’”

That is the kind of gruel which has been served out from Palestine for ages.  Commend me to Fennimore Cooper to find beauty in the Indians, and to Grimes to find it in the Arabs.  Arab men are often fine looking, but Arab women are not.  We can all believe that the Virgin Mary was beautiful; it is not natural to think otherwise; but does it follow that it is our duty to find beauty in these present women of Nazareth?

I love to quote from Grimes, because he is so dramatic.  And because he is so romantic.  And because he seems to care but little whether he tells the truth or not, so he scares the reader or excites his envy or his admiration.