On this side of the sea we sit down with a bigbook in our hands. It is an old book. Nearly twothousand years have passed since the last word of itwas written, and no one can tell how many thousandsof years ago the records were made or the wordsuttered, out of which its first writer prepared hiswonderful statements.
This old book is a singular book as to the varietyof its contents,—ranging from dry chronological statementto highest flight of royal poetry. Many pagesof it are simply historical, with lists of kings, andnames of family lines through many generations.Geographical allusions descending to minutest detailare strewn thickly through its pages. There is nodepartment of natural science which does not findsome of its data recognized in the chapters of thisvenerable volume. Stones and stars, plants and reptiles,colossal monsters of sea and land, fleet horse,bird of swift flight, lofty cedar and lowly lily,—theseall find their existence recognized and recorded inthat book of "various theme."
As it is a long time since these records weremade, so are the lands far away in which the eventsrecorded are said to have occurred. We measure theyears by millenaries, and by the thousand miles wemeasure the distance. The greatest contrast existsbetween the age and land in which we live and the