The nature Mary gave to Thee,
Dear Jesus, still is Thine;
Adoring, in Thy heart I see
Such blood as beats in mine.
—A. A. Proctor.
Hundreds were assembled within the “Temple of Allegory,” and other hundreds, unable to effect an entrance, tarried around about it. The knell of Miriamne, the Angel of the Mount, had called the vast congregation together from Bethany, from the country round about and from the City of Jerusalem.
There were many signs of subdued sorrow, but the intensive expression of grief common in the East was absent; neither was there any of the paganish blackness, which sometimes characterizes Christians’ funerals, manifest. Though Miriamne was dead, her sweet, trustful, cheerful spirit still survived and still ruled.
The knights of Jerusalem, led by the Hospitaler, were present, the latter to direct the services, by request generally extended.