but it is not to be supposed that they are the same trees beneath which Jesus prayed just before Judas and “the band of soldiers and officers” came out to arrest him.  There is a fence inside the wall, leaving a passageway around the garden between the wall and the fence.  Where the trees reach over the fence a woven-wire netting has been fixed up, to keep the olives from dropping on the walk, where tourists could pick them up for souvenirs.  The fruit of these old trees is turned into olive oil and sold, and the seeds are used in making rosaries.  At intervals on the wall there are pictures representing the fourteen stations Jesus passed as he was being taken to the place of crucifixion.  This garden is the property of the Roman Catholics, and the Greeks have selected another spot, which they regard as the true Gethsemane, just as each church holds a different place at Nazareth to be the spot where the angry Nazarenes intended to destroy the Savior.

Leaving the garden, we started on up the slope of Olivet, and passed the fine Russian church, with its seven tapering domes, that shine like the gold by which they are said to be covered.  It appears to be one of the finest buildings of Jerusalem.  As we went on, we looked back and had a good view of the Kidron valley and the Jews’ burial place, along the slope of the mountain, where uncounted thousands of Abraham’s descendants lie interred.  Further up toward the summit is the Church of the Lord’s Prayer, a building erected by a French princess, whose body is now buried within its walls.  This place is peculiar on account of at least two things.  That portion of Scripture commonly called “the Lord’s prayer” is here inscribed on large marble slabs in thirty-two different languages, and prayer is said to be offered here continually.  There is another church near the Damascus gate, where two “sisters” are said to be kneeling in prayer at all hours.  I entered the beautiful place at different times, and always found it as represented, but it should not be supposed that the same women do all the praying, as they doubtless have enough to change at regular intervals.  The Church of the Creed is, according to a worthless tradition, the place where the apostles drew up “the creed.”  It is under the ground, and we passed over it on the way to the Church of the Lord’s Prayer.  The Mount of Olives is two thousand seven hundred and twenty-three feet above sea level, and is about two hundred feet higher than Mount Moriah.  From the summit a fine view of Jerusalem and the surrounding country may be obtained.  The Russians have erected a lofty stone tower here.  After climbing the spiral stairway leading to the top of it, one is well rewarded by the extensive view.  Looking out from the east side, we could gaze upon the Dead Sea, some twenty miles away, and more than four thousand feet below us.  We visited the chambers called the “Tombs of the Prophets,” but the name is not a sufficient guarantee to warrant us in believing them to be the