I wept, when I saw Jerusalem, I wept when I lay in the starlight at Bethlehem.

I wept on the blessed shores of Galilee.
My hand was no less firm on the rein, my anger did not tremble on the trigger of my pistol when I rode with it in my right hand along the shore of the blue sea" (weeping.) "My eye was not dimmed by those tears nor my heart in aught weakened.

Let him who would sneer at my emotion close this volume here, for he will find little to his taste in my journeyings through Holy Land." He never bored but he struck water.
I am aware that this is a pretty voluminous notice of Mr.Grimes' book.
However, it is proper and legitimate to speak of it, for "Nomadic Life in Palestine" is a representative book--the representative of a class of Palestine books--and a criticism upon it will serve for a criticism upon them all.

And since I am treating it in the comprehensive capacity of a representative book, I have taken the liberty of giving to both book and author fictitious names.

Perhaps it is in better taste, any how, to do this..