The valley sinks deeply down to the Galilean Sea, round the shores of which a glorious chain of mountains rises in varied and picturesque terrace-like forms.

More beautiful than all the rest, towers in snowy grandeur the mighty chain of the Anti- Lebanon, its white surface glittering in the rays of the sun, and distinctly mirrored in the clear bosom of the lake.

Deep down lies the little town of Tabarith, shadowed by palm-trees, and guarded by a castle raised a little above it.

The unexpected beauty of this scene surprised us so much that we alighted from our horses, and passed more than half an hour on the summit of the mountain, to gaze at our leisure upon the wondrous picture.

Count S.drew a hurried but very successful sketch of the landscape which we all admired so much, though its mountains were naked and bare.