Yonder, rising outside the city walls, to the east, is the Mount of Olives, crowned by a modern Russian tower. But how plainly we can trace those three paths climbing the hill! By one of those, certainly—more likely by all of them at different times—your Saviour and mine walked over the Mount of Olives to Bethany, which lies on the other side of the mountain. Now, the hillside is bleak and bare, with comparatively few trees. Then it was
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