the walls of the city) of part of the great mosque, but a rising of the Sirouc wind soon put an end to my attempt, and drove me home, where I spent the rest of the day in all the languor and headache which it produced. A night's rest having in some measure relieved me from the effects of the sickening wind, I visited, on the following morning, the village of Bethany, about an hour's journey from Jerusalem. Leaving St. Stephen's gate, we passed the Mount of Olives, and in a short time obtained a sight of this interesting spot. It stands on the side of a hill, which is crowned by an old ruin called the Castle of Lazarus.

It is a poor and mean village, nor does the surrounding land give much indication of culture. I was struck, on inquiring the name of the place, at being answered, "Lazaria." They show here the tomb of Lazarus,* which I cannot better illustrate than by the words of Maundrell. "At the bottom of a small descent, not far from the castle, is shown the sepulchre out of which he (Lazarus) was raised to a second mortality by that enlivening voice of Christ, Lazarus, come forth.'" You descend into the sepulchre by twenty-five steep steps. By the miserable light with which the guide furnished me, I concluded that this chamber was constructed, and not excavated.

Returning to Jerusalem, I made a sketch in the Via Dolorosa, near the governor's house, shown as the spot where Pilate presented our Lord to the Jews, in these mystical words, "Behold the man!" Here is also a small chapel, where they tell you Christ was crowned with thorns.

On the 27th, I made a drawing of the Mount of Olives from the Golden Gate, formerly an entrance into King Solomon's Temple; but now almost entirely blocked up.

On the succeeding morning I revisited the Church of the Holy Sepulchre ;

The monks show also the house of Simon the leper, of Mary Magdalene, and of Martha: also the fig tree which our Lord cursed!