forth from the courts?” I asked; “and why are we waiting?” Then said one near me, “Knowest thou not that Jesus the Nazarene enters the city to‐day? And men say he is to deliver us.” And at that moment a cry arose among the folk, “Lo! there he is.” Looking south, for a time I could see nothing, for the mid‐day sun of the spring solstice was shining with that radiance which we Jews think is only to be seen in our land. But after a while I could discern, turning the corner of the Jericho Road near En Rogel, a mounted man, surrounded by a number of men and women on foot. “It is Jesus—it is Jesus!” all cried; “let us to meet him!” And with that, all but the lame rushed forward to meet him, and I with them. It is but three hundred paces from the Fountain Gate to En Rogel, and the Nazarene and his friends had advanced somewhat to meet us, but in that short space the enthusiasm of the crowd had arisen to a very fever, and as we neared him one cried out, and all joined in the cry, “Hosanna Barabba! Hosanna Barabba!” and then they shouted our usual cry of welcome, “Blessed be he that cometh in the name of the Lord!” and one bolder than his fellows called out, “Blessed be the coming of the kingdom!” At that there was the wildest joy among the people. Some tore off branches of palms, and stood by the way and waved them in front of Jesus; others took off each his _talith_ and threw it down in front of the young ass on which Jesus rode, as if to pave the way into the Holy City with choice linen. But when I looked upon the face of Jesus, there were no signs there of the coming triumph; he sat with his head bent forward, his eyes downcast, and his face all sad. And a chill somehow came over me. I thought of that play of the Greeks which thou gavest me to read, in which the king of men, driving to his own palace at Argos, is enticed to enter it, stepping upon soft carpets like an idol of your gods, and so incurs the divine jealousy. As we approached the Fountain Gate, the beggars from the Temple had come down to it, and joined in the shouting and the welcome; and one of them, Tobias ben Pinchas by name, who had, ever since men had known him, walked with a crutch, suddenly, in his excitement, raised his crutch and waved it over his head, and danced before Jesus, crying, “Hosanna Barabba! Hosanna Barabba!” and all men cried out, “A miracle, a miracle! what cannot this man perform?” And so, with a crowd surrounding him, Jesus entered Jerusalem and went up into the Temple. But I that year had been appointed one of the overseers who distributed the unleavened bread to the poor of the city for the coming Passover, and I had then to attend the meeting of my fellow‐overseers.