IF the dust of ten centuries could have been wiped from the eyelids of those sleepers, and

one of them who thronged Jerusalem in the highday of its glory, during the reign of King

Solomon, had returned to its streets, he would scarcely have recognised the once familiar

city. Then, as now, a Jewish king reigned, who bore undivided rule over the whole land;

then, as now, the city was filled with riches and adorned with palaces and architectural

monuments; then, as now, Jerusalem was crowded with strangers from all lands.

Solomon and Herod were each the last Je wish king over the Land of Promise;1 Solomon

and Herod, each, built the Temple. But with the son of David began, and with the

Idumæan ended, 'the kingdom;' or rather, having fulfilled its mission, it gave place to the

spiritual world-kingdom of 'David's gr eater Son.' The sceptre departed from Judah to

where the nations were to gather under its sway. And the Temple which Solomon built

was the first. In it the Shekhinah dwelt visibly. The Temple which Herod reared was the

last. The ruins of its burning, which the torch of the Romans had kindled, were never to

be restored. Herod was not the antitype, he was the Barabbas, of David's Royal Son.

In other respects, also, the difference was almost equally great. The four 'companion- like'

hills on which the city was built,2 the deep clefts by which it was surrounded, the Mount

of Olives rising in the east, were the same as a thousand years ago. There, as of old were

the Pool of Siloam and the royal gardens - nay, the very wall that had then surrounded the

city. And yet all was so altered as to be scarcely recognisable. The ancient Jebusite fort,

the City of David, Mount Zion,  3 was now the priests' quarter, Ophel, and the old royal

palace and stables had been thrown into the Temple area - now completely levelled -

where they formed the magnificent treble colonnade, known as the Royal Porch. Passing

through it, and out by the Western Gate of the Temple, we stand on the immense bridge

which spans the 'Valley of the Cheesemongers,' or the Tyropoeon, and connects the

Eastern with the Western hills of the city. It is perhaps here that we can best mark the

outstanding features, and note the changes. On the right, as we look northward, are (on

the Eastern hill) Ophel, the Priest-quarter, and the Temple - oh, how wondrously