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by the sweat of their ancestors. Such a sentiment gladdens 

 their heart from the most tender years of youth, and hence it 

 is moving to see arrive in the ports of Palestine, the aged 

 Israelite, who leaning upon the shoulder of his old consort, 

 approaches with her amidst the cheers of hope, to deposit 

 his ragged spoils in the sepulchre of their forefathers. 



The heat suffered upon the lake of Gennesareth having mo- 

 derated, I revisited the tribe of Issachar, and having ascended 

 the Carmel I dropped down to Caifas, to Dora, to Cesareth, 

 to Manasseh ; and passing in the Tribe of Asher over the space 

 of Semeron and the Waters of Cenderia, I continued after- 

 wards the Delo to Ptolemais, still dyed with that blood which 

 the cruel Djezar caused to flow in torrents. 



Thus following the course of the Phoenician shore, every 

 moment appeared to me an age which interfered with that 

 which should show me in a miserable rock, surrounded with 

 water and with sand, that so powerful mistress of the seas. 



The Greek Archbishop, D. Cirillo Debbas, receiv ed me 

 cordially in his house, and causing to be prepared a frugal re- 

 past, placed on the ground after the fashion of the East, and 

 setting himself down beside me, spoke as follows : — " Eat 

 with good-will that God may preserve it to thee. I receive 

 thee negligently after the manner of the apostles, and this 

 scanty food I consume with thee in good-will, as I do daily 

 with the other guests. If I had more I would give thee more, but 

 my only income, which is that of the Archbishoprick of Tyre, 

 does not produce me annually above 200 crowns (scudi) of thy 

 country, the half of which I employ to nourish the poor of my 

 diocese. Besides being their spiritual, I am also their temporal, 

 physician, and lend gratuitously my remedies wherever they 

 are necessary. The other prelates live more secure under cover 

 of the mountains, but I am more fortunate than they are, who 

 divide with my flock the days of sorrow and of joy." May 

 those be blessed who speak and reason with so much truth. 



Leaving Tyre with the benedictions and sincere embraces of 

 my host, I passed the Well of Living Waters, the Pseudo Eleu- 

 iherius and Sarepta, when the smiling plain of that Sidon 



