to anger than all the kings of Israel that were before him, * * * did Hiel the Beth-elite build Jericho:  he laid the foundation thereof with the loss of Abiram his first-born, and set up the gates thereof with the loss of his youngest son Segub, according to the word of Jehovah, which he spake by Joshua the son of Nun” (1 Kings 16:33,34).  “The Jericho * * * which was visited by Jesus occupied a still different site,” says Bro.  McGarvey.  The present Jericho is a small Arab village, poorly built, with a few exceptions, and having nothing beautiful in or around it but the large oleanders that grow in the ground made moist by water from Elisha’s Fountain.  We had satisfactory accommodations at the hotel, which is one of the few good houses there.  Jericho in the time of our Lord was the home of a rich publican named Zaccheus (Luke 19:1-10), and was an important and wealthy city, that had been fortified by Herod the Great, who constructed splendid palaces here, and it was here that “this infamous tyrant died.”  The original Jericho, the home of Rahab the harlot, was called the “city of palm trees” (Deut. 34:3), but if the modern representative of that ancient city has any of these trees, they are few in number.  Across the Jordan eastward are the mountains of Moab, in one of which Moses died after having delivered his valedictory, as recorded in Deuteronomy. (Deut. 34:1-12.) From a lofty peak the Lord showed this great leader and law-giver a panorama of “all the land of Gilead unto Dan. * * * And Jehovah said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed:  I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.  So Moses the servant of Jehovah died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of Jehovah.  And he buried him in the valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor:  but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.”

Early Wednesday morning we began our toilsome journey back to Jerusalem, having nearly four thousand feet to climb in the twenty miles intervening.  We stopped awhile at the Khan of the Good Samaritan, which stands near some old ruins, and may not be far from the place to which the Good Samaritan carried his poor, wounded fellow-man so long ago.  Here I bought some lamps that look old enough, but may be quite modern imitations of the kind that were carried in the days of the wise and foolish virgins.  A stop was also made at the Apostles’ Fountain, near Bethany, where I saw an Arab working bread on his coat, which was spread on the ground.  Over by the Damascus gate I one day saw a man feeding his camel on his coat, so these coarse cloth garments are very serviceable indeed.  We got back to Jerusalem in time to do a good deal of sight-seeing in the afternoon.