Zion is the Whole of thingsthe encompassment of space, and time, and endless years,an environment of immortality and peace.

Zion was no longer held inviolate.

New Zion was, indeed, New Zion once more, he said, thanks to their indefatigable young pastor,a play on words which was received with the applause due to so unmistakable a union of wit and truth.

New Zion had indeed become a veritable merry-go-round of religious and social activities.

The Mount of Olives is a little mound; Mount Moriah is a scarcely perceptible rise of ground; Mount Zion is a gentle hill; the valley of Jehoshaphat is a deep, ugly gulch, with scarcely enough water in it to wet a postage stamp: and the Tyropoeon Valley is an alley.

Clustered along the platform, and pushing their noses between the palisade fencing, seem gathered together all the little boys of Lincolnthat is to say, those who do not live at the top of Steep Hill; for on that sacred eminence, the Mount Zion of Lincolnshire, are the cloisters and the closes, where are situated the residences of Canons, Archdeacons, and other ecclesiastical divinities.