They showed us where Jesus rested the second time, and where the mob refused to give him up, and said, "Let his blood be upon our heads, and upon our children's children forever." The French Catholics are building a church on this spot, and with their usual veneration for historical relics, are incorporating into the new such scraps of ancient walls as they have found there.

Further on, we saw the spot where the fainting Saviour fell under the weight of his cross.

A great granite column of some ancient temple lay there at the time, and the heavy cross struck it such a blow that it broke in two in the middle.

Such was the guide's story when he halted us before the broken column.
We crossed a street, and came presently to the former residence of St.
Veronica.

When the Saviour passed there, she came out, full of womanly compassion, and spoke pitying words to him, undaunted by the hootings and the threatenings of the mob, and wiped the perspiration from his face with her handkerchief.