With falling tears, yet with exquisite grace and tenderness, she cast in two mites, or one half-penny, then passed on to worship him whom she loved, all unconscious of the fact that she had also passed into immortality.

For the noise of the gold falling into the resounding chest has long since died away.

Jerusalem itself is in ruins.

The old temple with its magnificence has gone to decay.

The proud thrones and monarchies have all fallen into dust.