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    THE REMORSE OF PONTIUS PILATE . By G . H . Lewes . [ There is a Legend which relates how Pontius Pilate , after the Crucifixion , was filled with remorse for his share in the transaction , and wandered restlessly from Jerusalem to Switzerland , where , ascending- the mountain now bearing his name ( Monte Pilato ) , he threw himself into the lake below , I have given this Legend the colouring which some ancieut Christian narrator may be supposed to have given it , and not the feeling a Eoman Governor is likely to have felt J Pilate , fearing he Gloomily sat Pontius Pilate , hath acted sinfully Dark in gloomy thought sat he , rS . w ? 5 L& " t 2 e" Sorely troubled in his spirit STSSSSS £ hat ha - \ r HiSl free * - sorely troubled . Many a quick and eager yearning ( Roused by the Divine One ' s face ) Had been stifled by the clamours Of the accursed Jewish race . Gladly would he have released Him—Sore perplexed was he with doubts ; But the assembled Jews around him Tore the air with hideous shouts ; Envious Elders , redhaired Spies , And angry Mob with " restless eyes , With vulture-looks and maddening cries , Tore the air with hideous shouts . And , as he heard that frantic yell , The coward heart of Pilate fell ! The heavens de- Now to his gloom came added horror , clare the deed to Hearing how Jesus died ; be a deed of lasting By that he knew it was The Saviour infamy ' He had crucified ! Upon the sky the lightning Writ with a hurried hand The bright words of God's anger Against the Jewish land . The thunder burst in curses ; There fell a blinding rain ; Then was the vail of the Temple Rent like a shred in twain ! and Pontius Pilate Then Pilate ' s brow grew darker , is stricken with Deeper his agonv ; remorse . p or ne had slain The Saviour , And might have set him free ! A lump of ice was in his breast , Changing to burning fire , And then to freezing ice again , In dread of God ' s great ire ! He was seized with a grim remorse ; He was burned with a raging fire ; He was iced with the ghastly fear Of the Everlasting ' s ire ! Grim remorse and lasting ire , Icy fear and raging fire , Shrill despair and sickening terror , Hateful consciousness of error , Followed him where'er he went : A just and fearful punishment ! Then Pilate wan- Away , away , he wandered far dereth afar , pursued Over the burning sands ; by his remorse . But the burning sand , the parched-np sand , Was cool and moist as a meadow-land To his burning , burning hands : His burning hands , his parched-up mouth , Were moist to the fever of his heart ' s drouth ! The red sun baked his dusty limbs , And baked his haggard face , Until he blackened to the sight Like to the Jewish race . The red sun shrivelled up his beard , And shrivelled up his hair , All grizzly with the common dust-Grizzly as old men ' s arc . He escapeth from Away , away , he wandered far , man , but cannot Over hill and over plain ; escape from him- | g- or atayed he ever , day nor night , dffi Science , Nor stayed he in his useless flight like a guilty second Prom the everlasting pain , self , accompanicth He walked out in the moonlight , him . For the shadows startled him ; But there moved his own shadow , Terrible and dim . Beside him , when the sun -went up , And when the sun went down , And when the moon rolled up the sky , There stood , where ' er he turned his eye , The shadow , like a frown ! The Saviour ' s face And ever fixed before his eyes aeoomnauietli him : Was that Divine One ' s face , K . ^ 1 JHim . iU I" its mild earnestness and love , tSfe ! ' ° Its RodHke human grace ; Unutterable depth of love Beaming from its eyes : A face all written o ' er with grief And human sympathies . Men shudder at Ma The peasants , as he passed them , apparition , and Looked pale at one another ; avoid him . The child gazed at him wi 8 tfuliv > Then crept close to its mother . E ' en loveis , as he crossed them , Were moved to pitying sighs ; And for a time forbore to look Into each other's eyes . For on his brow and on his face Was stamped the brand of Gain ; His features delicatel y lined With the keen hand of Pain .

    Iscariot had hanged himself , Hereealleththefate Escaping thus despair ! of Iscariot , and en-And Pontius Pilate envied him , ^ V ' * 1 * " 1 cannot But envied him with fear . imitate lU He longed to die—he hated life ; But he had not the will ; For the thought of death—the fear of death Was more terrific still . Life was a curse—a cleaving curse , To him an endless curse ; But death might be .. he knew not what . Death , the dim But , oh ! it might be worse ! terror , seareth his So many days and many nights , 2 KSftiI ? S'S * He wandered on alone ; his purden lon Br And many nights and many days He wandered , wandered on . Across the Syrian deserts , Wandering much Across the burning sands , ¦?* ZZh » 2 t j Had Pontius Pilate wandered Helvetia And reached the Switzer ' s land . From burning plains and pathless plains The wanderer had come , — To verdant vales and icy vales , Honing to find a home . There chamois-haunted mountains rose , Aspiring to the sky ; And mighty groves of chestnut-trees Met everywhere the eye . Innumerable glaciers gleamed In the bright morning sun ; And mountains reddened like to gold When the lusty day was done . And branchless trunks of shattered pines , Shattered by falling snow , — Masses of snow that momently Came thundering below ; Which , as they fell , were sometimes crushed To powder by the shock , Then , like some mimic waterfall , Flowed over the steep rock . This was the spot the enchanting spot , S ^ ardTo ^ o w ^ Where Pontius Pilate came ; changeth not with But here , as everywhere , he found change of seene . His passion still the same ! The icecrags frowned above him , And frowned the dark ravine : The shadow-haunted Wanderer Had only changed the scene ! His haggard heart he could not rid Of its all-crushing load ; He could not drive away that face—The face of the living God ! Aslant the verdant lawn was thrown A dim swift shadow—' t was his own . That shadow shifted o ' er the snow , The shudder of eternal woe ; And in the valley's greenest space Looked out on him The Saviour ' s face ! Then Pilate prayed unto the silent sky ; And as he prayed in that wild spot , And the azure heavens answered not , Their silence made it terrible to die ! Wearily did Pontius Pilate He « acheth Monte PreJthe mountain-side : g ^ J-J ¦ £ ? £ Vainly did he seek oblivion of mis (/ Its ] onc . Of Him crucified ! liness maketh him Up that lofty jagged mountain yearn for the com-Bearing now his name , panionship of crime . Driven by remorse and terror , Pontius Pilate came . There , arrived at the snow-summit , His brain grew dizzy then ; He wished once more to be among The crowd of busy men , — Of Pharisees and Sadducees , — That he might see , in them , How could be borne the crime that drove Him from Jerusalem . And at this thought there rose a face , In sensibly the Grim peering from the mist : ? n £ « . ° i » £ r *« T was £ . red&ired traitor , Judas ! - K / Sj . ? d ^ He who betrayed and kissed ! in * madness shapeth Horror gives horrent shapes to thought ; a phantasm . And dangling in the air Was the ghastly corpse of Judas , Hung by his own redhair ! Yes , hanging there , and swinging All idly in the wind . As Pontius gazed , tumultuously Itbecometn possible These thoughts rushed thro' his mind : to die * If he could be like Judas—A pale nonentity . If death could be no more than death , How gladly would he die ! Then Pilate laughed exultinRly : Madness bursteth His lauah . was like a vulture's cry ; * 8 torra U P ° " Vk And echoes answered far and neaY , $£ & £ & £ * " * Startling the chamois' eager fear . He was seized with a mad desire ; He was burned with a raging fire ; And dared the Everlasting's ire ! Blinding thoughts and mad desire , Icy fear and raging fire , Shrill despair and sickening terror , Hateful consciousness of error , Seized him with a maniac force , And put an end to all remorse . He glared defiance at the sky , Then sprang exulting from on high ; Dropped like a stone into the lake belovv , And stilled his throbbing heart in its cool bed of snow , January , 1843 .

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  • Leader (1850-1860), Nov. 30, 1850, page 860, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1861/page/20/