TRADITION taught that the sceptre of Solomon could be found only
in the unknown sepulchres of the ancient Hebrew monarchs, and that
none might dare to touch it but one of their descendants. Armed
with the cabalistic talisman, which was to guide him in his awful
and difficult researches, Alroy commenced his pilgrimage to the
Holy City. At this time, the love of these sacred wanderings was
a reigning passion among the Jews as well as the Christians.
The Prince of the Captivity was to direct his course into the heart
of those great deserts which, in his flight from Hamadan, he had
only skirted. Following the track of the caravan, he was to make
his way to Babylon, or Bagdad. From the capital of the caliphs,
his journey to Jerusalem was one comparatively easy; but to reach
Bagdad he must encounter hardship and danger, the prospect of which
would have divested any one of hope, who did not conceive himself
the object of an omnipotent and particular Providence.
Clothed only in a coarse black frock, common among the Kourds,*
girded round his waist by a cord which held his dagger, his head
shaven, and covered with a large white turban, which screened him
from the heat, his feet protected only by slippers, supported by
his staff, and bearing on his shoulders a bag of dried meat and
parched corn, and a leathern skin of water, behold, toiling over
the glowing sands of Persia, a youth whose life had hitherto been
a long unbroken dream of domestic luxury and innocent indulgence.
He travelled during the warm night or the early starlit morn. During
the day he rested: happy if he could recline by the side of some
charitable well, shaded by a palm-tree, or frighten a gazelle from
its resting-place among the rough bushes of some wild rocks. Were
these resources wanting, he threw himself upon the sand, and made
an awning with his staff and turban.
Three weeks had elapsed since he quitted the cavern of the Cabalist.
Hitherto he had met with no human being. The desert became less
arid. A scanty vegetation sprang up from a more genial soil; the
ground broke into gentle undulations; his senses were invigorated
with the odour of wild plants, and his sight refreshed by the glancing
form of some wandering bird, a pilgrim like himself, but more at
Soon sprang up a grove of graceful palm-trees, with their tall
thin stems, and bending feathery crowns, languid and beautiful.
Around, the verdant sod gleamed like an emerald: silver streams,
flowing from a bubbling parent spring, wound their white forms within
the bright green turf. From the grove arose the softening song of
doves, and showers of gay and sparkling butterflies, borne on their
tinted wings of shifting light, danced without danger in the liquid
air. A fair and fresh Oasis!