I never have enjoyed rest as I have enjoyed it during these last few hours.

The journey to the Dead Sea, the Jordan and Bethlehem was short, but it was an exhausting one.

Such roasting heat, such oppressive solitude, and such dismal desolation can not surely exist elsewhere on earth.

And such fatigue! The commonest sagacity warns me that I ought to tell the customary pleasant lie, and say I tore myself reluctantly away from every noted place in Palestine.

Every body tells that, but with as little ostentation as I may, I doubt the word of every he who tells it.