Nazareth is built on the side of a hill and presented quite a beautiful appearance. Upon one of the hills which surround the city is an orphanage school for girls, which, we learned, was under the care of a self-sacrificing woman. Early in life she left parents, home and friends, went to Nazareth and took charge of the little girls who lived there, teaching them the way to Christ. At first it may have seemed a thankless task, but to-day it is plainly seen that her labors were not in vain. An English society supplied her with funds. All money given for the support of such institutions in a foreign land is well spent. There is a Protestant church in Nazareth, and we attended services there. Two ministers of the Church of England conducted the services, and the story of the Shunammite woman was read to us. The preachers belonged to our party; the congregation was made up mostly of tourists, and a small company it was. The first thirty years of Jesus’ life were spent in Nazareth; but “he did not many mighty works there, because of their unbelief.” Jesus talked very plainly to the people, and they were filled with wrath and “rose up and thrust him out of the city, and led him unto the brow of the hill whereon their city was built, that they might cast him down headlong. But he, passing through the midst of them, went his way.” The mount of precipitation is shown the traveler, and we tried to imagine how the people appeared when Christ deliberately walked away from them. We spent a restful day at Nazareth, which helped us to bear the journey of the following week. Our hearts were filled with gratitude to the Lord, and on bended knees we thanked him for the great privilege of being permitted to see the city of the meek and lowly Nazarene.