now, heedless of the rough soldiers and the hooting rabble, a crowd of women pressed round Him and filled the air with their lamentations. What wonder that He could not leave them without a parting word! But it was a word of solemn warning, for He knew what was coming upon them and upon the little ones they carried in their arms.
"Daughters of Jerusalem," He said, "weep not for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children."
About twelve o'clock Calvary was reached. It was a mound outside the walls, the place of public executions—a place of horrors. Our Lord was quite spent. The priests who crowded round Him could see He was dying. "Quick, quick," they cried, "or it will be too late!" And whilst the soldiers kept the ground clear, He was thrown down upon the cross and ordered to stretch out His arms. His terror was indescribable, for He was truly man. Yet He obeyed without a word. One strong blow, and a long nail was driven through the right hand into the wood. The left arm had to be drawn with ropes to the hole drilled for it in the cross. Then it too was nailed fast. They dragged the feet till the sinews broke and the bones were out of joint. The torture was beyond what we can even think. Yet it was not able to turn His thoughts from us and our needs. He must make haste to appease His Father's anger, aroused by this awful crime, to pray for His executioners and for all who have crucified or will crucify Him again by sin.
"Father, forgive them," He said, "for they know not what they do."
St. John, who was there, tells us that "when they had crucified Him, the soldiers took His garments and
