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 wild, imploring  look. Oh, there  were  little  children in that  crowd  whose  young  hearts,  at  a  look  from Him, burst  with  pity  for  Him,  and  sent  the  scalding tears to  blind  their  eyes  to  the  woeful  sight. There were young  women  there  who  pitied  Him  for  the  sake of their  own  brothers  and  lovers. There were mothers there  who  thought  of  their  own  sons  and bowed their  heads  in  speechless  sorrow  when  they heard the  wail  of  His  poor  Mother. Aye, for  Mary was there  in  the  throng,  and  when  her  eyes  met  the eyes of  her  Son  she  shrieked  aloud  and  sank  back  into the arms  of  Mary  Magdalen  and  St. John. But there sympathy ended, — the  vast  majority  of  that  crowd remained pitiless  and  cried  all  the  louder:  "  Let Him  be  crucified!  Let  Him  be  crucified! " Pilate's last  feeble  attempt  to  save  the  innocent has  failed,  and  so  he  gives  Christ  over  to the  mob  to  do  with  Him  as  they  will. Eagerly they set  to  work  to  carry  out  their  fiendish  purpose. Willing hands  procure  and  prepare  the  rough  cross; the huge  nails  are  brought  and  the  heavy  hammer, and the  mournful  procession  starts  up  the  hill  of Calvary. There are  three  to  be  executed,  Our  Lord and two  robbers;  two  culprits  going  to  satisfy  justice, one victim  of  religious  fanaticism. And as  the  hatred of the  religious  fanatic  is  more  relentless  even  than the strictest  justice,  so  the  robbers  are  allowed  to walk  free,  while  Our  Lord  is  made  to  carry  His  cross. Was there  ever  a  poor  shattered  frame  more  incapable of  bearing  a  load ! was there  ever  a  heavier  load placed on  human  shoulders! was there  ever  a  steeper