on their beautiful Arabian mares” we had read so much about and longed so much to see!  Here were the “picturesque costumes!” This was the “gallant spectacle!” Tatterdemalion vagrants—­cheap braggadocio—­“Arabian mares” spined and necked like the ichthyosaurus in the museum, and humped and cornered like a dromedary!  To glance at the genuine son of the desert is to take the romance out of him forever—­to behold his steed is to long in charity to strip his harness off and let him fall to pieces.

Presently we came to a ruinous old town on a hill, the same being the ancient Jezreel.

Ahab, King of Samaria, (this was a very vast kingdom, for those days, and was very nearly half as large as Rhode Island) dwelt in the city of Jezreel, which was his capital.  Near him lived a man by the name of Naboth, who had a vineyard.  The King asked him for it, and when he would not give it, offered to buy it.  But Naboth refused to sell it.  In those days it was considered a sort of crime to part with one’s inheritance at any price—­and even if a man did part with it, it reverted to himself or his heirs again at the next jubilee year.  So this spoiled child of a King went and lay down on the bed with his face to the wall, and grieved sorely.  The Queen, a notorious character in those days, and whose name is a by-word and a reproach even in these, came in and asked him wherefore he sorrowed, and he told her.  Jezebel said she could secure the vineyard; and she went forth and forged letters to the nobles and wise men, in the King’s name, and ordered them to proclaim a fast and set Naboth on high before the people, and suborn two witnesses to swear that he had blasphemed.  They did it, and the people stoned the accused by the city wall, and he died.  Then Jezebel came and told the King, and said, Behold, Naboth is no more—­rise up and seize the vineyard.  So Ahab seized the vineyard, and went into it to possess it.  But the Prophet Elijah came to him there and read his fate to him, and the fate of Jezebel; and said that in the place where dogs licked the blood of Naboth, dogs should also lick his blood—­and he said, likewise, the dogs should eat Jezebel by the wall of Jezreel.  In the course of time, the King was killed in battle, and when his chariot wheels were washed in the pool of Samaria, the dogs licked the blood.  In after years, Jehu, who was King of Israel, marched down against Jezreel, by order of one of the Prophets, and administered one of those convincing rebukes so common among the people of those days:  he killed many kings and their subjects, and as he came along he saw Jezebel, painted and finely dressed, looking out of a window, and ordered that she be thrown down to him.  A servant did it, and Jehu’s horse trampled her under foot.  Then Jehu went in and sat down to dinner; and presently he said, Go and bury this cursed woman, for she is a King’s daughter.  The spirit of charity came upon him too late, however, for the prophecy had already been fulfilled—­the dogs had eaten her, and they “found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands.”