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Updated: May 3, 2025
Among his chief disciples were that gallant knight called the 'Gate's Gate, Ḳuddus, and his kind uncle. Like most religious leaders he attached great worth to pilgrimages. He began by journeying to the Shi'ite holy places, consecrated by the events of the Persian Passion-play. The winds, however, were contrary, and he was glad to rest a few days at Mascat.
All these statements, moreover, date from a century or more after Gate's death. Cicero, De Off. ii. 25, 89; Colum. vi. praef. 4, comp. ii. 16, 2; Plin.
But from the double death shall know, That truth and love yet live below!" The sun sinks down the gate's in view, The cross looms dismal on the ground The eager crowd gape murmuring round. His friend is bound the cross unto. . . . Crowd guards all bursts he breathless through: "Me! Doomsman, me!" he shouts, "alone! His life is rescued lo, mine own!" Amazement seized the circling ring!
You know where to find us, the gate's always open; lunch at half-past one, dinner at eight old Indians, you know; come in when you like. They bade the Horlocks good-night and walked up the Southdown Road, looking with its line of trees along the pavement like a little mock boulevard.
'I guess, said she, 'you must be reasonable wet; sit to the fire and dry yourself, or mayhap your health may be endamnified p'r'aps. "So I sot down, and we soon got pretty considerably well acquainted, and quite sociable like, and her tongue when it fairly waked up, began to run like a mill-race when the gate's up.
The pony, hearing this pudder over his head, began apparently to think it would be best both for himself and Davie to return from whence they came, and accordingly commenced a retrograde movement towards Fairport. "Wha's aught ye, callant? whaten a gate's that to ride?" "I canna help it!" blubbered the express; "they ca' me little Davie." "And where are ye gaun?"
For this is Amochol's frontier; and by tomorrow night we enter Catharines-town thou and I, little Lois two Hidden Children one hidden by the Western Gate, one by the Eastern Gate's dark threshold, 'hidden in the husks....How shall it be with us now, O little rosy spirit of the home-wood? My Indians will ask. What shall I say to them concerning you?"
But that night over her hastily-donned frock she slipped the black street mantle and when at last, after endless waiting, the murmuring old palace was safely still and dark, she stole down the spiral stair and gained the garden. And then, a phantom among its shadows, she fled to the rose bushes by the gate. Breathlessly she knelt and dug into the hiding place of that gate's key.
"They're coming back, Dummy," cried Mark, "and the gate's broken away from the hinges."
The pony, hearing this pudder over his head, began apparently to think it would be best both for himself and Davie to return from whence they came, and accordingly commenced a retrograde movement towards Fairport. "Wha's aught ye, callant? whaten a gate's that to ride?" "I canna help it!" blubbered the express; "they ca' me little Davie." "And where are ye gaun?"
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