If ever those children of Israel in Palestine forget when Gideon's Band went through there from America, they ought to be cursed once more and finished.

It was the rarest spectacle that ever astounded mortal eyes, perhaps.
Well, we were at home in Palestine.

It was easy to see that that was the grand feature of the expedition.

We had cared nothing much about Europe.

We galloped through the Louvre, the Pitti, the Ufizzi, the Vatican--all the galleries--and through the pictured and frescoed churches of Venice, Naples, and the cathedrals of Spain; some of us said that certain of the great works of the old masters were glorious creations of genius, (we found it out in the guide-book, though we got hold of the wrong picture sometimes,) and the others said they were disgraceful old daubs.