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A MISSIONARY.
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ing among the tombs, he procured for me a re-
spect and consideration which I think were use-
ful to me afterward, by calling me to a seat beside
him, and giving me the pipe from his own mouth.
Some months afterward, at Genoa, I saw a brief
article in an Italian paper, referring to a previous
article, giving an account of a then late revolution
there, in which the governor was on the point of
falling into the hands of the insurgents. I have
never seen any account of the particulars of this
revolution, and do not knowr whether he is now
living or dead. In the East life hangs by so brit-
tle a thread, that when you paft from a man in
power, in all probability you will never see him
again. I can only hope that the Governor of Je-
rusalem still lives, and that his condition in life is
as happy as when I saw him.
It was Saturday afternoon when I arrived at
Jerusalem. I had a letter of introduction to Mr.
Thompson, an American missionary, and the first
thing I did was to look for him. One of the
monks of the convent gave me the direction to the
American priest, not knowing his name; and, in-
stead of Mr. Thompson, I found Mr. Whiting,
who had been there about a year in his place.
Like the governor, Mr. Whiting did not want any
credentials ; but here, being among judges, it was
not my dress and appearance that recommended
me. I was an American, and at that distance
from home the name of countryman was enough.
In the city of Jerusalem such a meeting was to
him a rare and most welcome incident; while to
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ing among the tombs, he procured for me a re-
spect and consideration which I think were use-
ful to me afterward, by calling me to a seat beside
him, and giving me the pipe from his own mouth.
Some months afterward, at Genoa, I saw a brief
article in an Italian paper, referring to a previous
article, giving an account of a then late revolution
there, in which the governor was on the point of
falling into the hands of the insurgents. I have
never seen any account of the particulars of this
revolution, and do not knowr whether he is now
living or dead. In the East life hangs by so brit-
tle a thread, that when you paft from a man in
power, in all probability you will never see him
again. I can only hope that the Governor of Je-
rusalem still lives, and that his condition in life is
as happy as when I saw him.
It was Saturday afternoon when I arrived at
Jerusalem. I had a letter of introduction to Mr.
Thompson, an American missionary, and the first
thing I did was to look for him. One of the
monks of the convent gave me the direction to the
American priest, not knowing his name; and, in-
stead of Mr. Thompson, I found Mr. Whiting,
who had been there about a year in his place.
Like the governor, Mr. Whiting did not want any
credentials ; but here, being among judges, it was
not my dress and appearance that recommended
me. I was an American, and at that distance
from home the name of countryman was enough.
In the city of Jerusalem such a meeting was to
him a rare and most welcome incident; while to