"Forward to that day when the Lord will no longer weep over Jerusalem, but will rejoice over her. Do you remember that passage in Isaiah lxv.:
"'Be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create: for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy. And I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in My people: and the voice of weeping shall be no more heard in her, nor the voice of crying.'
"You see the Lord will rejoice in Jerusalem Himself, and call upon us to rejoice with Him; and surely those who have been one with Him in His sorrow will be the ones whom He will call to rejoice with Him in His joy."
"Doesn't it remind you of the shepherd's joy," I said, "as he brought back his lost sheep, rejoicing himself, and calling together his friends, saying to them,—
"'Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost'?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mr. Stanley; "I never thought of that; the two passages are wonderfully alike."
"Oh, Mr. Stanley," said Evelyn, as he turned round, "must we go? It is so delightful to be here."
"I think we must come again another day, by ourselves," said Mr. Stanley, in a whisper, "your friends are rather impatient to be moving; they find very little to interest them on the Mount of Olives."
"I am not surprised," said Evelyn; "half the Bible they do not believe in, and the other half they do not care for; but, oh dear, I do wish they had not come with us; I did not think we should feel it so much."
Evelyn went on, reluctantly, to join her father. Mr. Stanley stayed behind a moment, and gathered a spray of olive-leaves, which he gave to me, and asked me to keep it, "as a remembrance of the place, and of our coming here together." I have that spray of olive-leaves now, and shall keep it as long as I live.