be fixed with certainty, but was probably the close of May, 1099 — they were on their way to Jerusalem along the coast, taking some of the towns and cities on the way. Of the hundreds of thousands who had started on the long and often tragic wanderings — the estimates run all the way from one hundred and fifty thousand to six hundred thousand — there were now fifty thousand left, including some fifteen hundred knights. June 6th they got their first glimpse of the walls and towers of the. Holy City. Never before nor since, in the history of the world, say the chroniclers, was witnessed such a scene of mass emotion. Forgotten were the bickerings, the rivalries, the lust for earthly things. Strong, stalwart men, who had endured unbelievable sufferings and privations unaffected, who had fought and killed and maimed unmoved, sobbed aloud, sank on their knees and kissed the earth in ecstasy of rejoicing. As at the beginning so now, with their goal in sight, their hearts and minds were concentrated on a devotional ideal. Alas, the flesh was not strong enough for them to remain at this elevation long. Jerusalem, holy city of three great religions, replete with sacred memories for Jews, Moslems and Christians, has seen much spilling of human blood and much human anguish, and probably never more than on the day — July 15th is the accepted date — when the valiant soldiers of Christendom forced the defenses and streamed into its historic streets. Forgotten was the spirit of Christ in the lust for blood. The