At the Well of Jacob.

       We dismounted from our horses in a heavy rain at "Jacob's Well," and our dragoman on the slippery stones nearly fell into the deep chasm of this most memorable of all the wells ever digged. I measured the well at the top and found it six feet from edge to edge. Some grass and weeds and thorny growths over-hang it. In one place the roof is broken through. Large stones embank the well on all sides. Our dragoman took pebbles and dropped them in, and from the time they left his hand to the instant they clicked on the bottom you could hear it was very deep. It is a rich region of land, "the parcel of ground that Jacob gave to his son Joseph," and I do not wonder the old patriarch bought it, for it is a farm field of great luxuriance, and however much he paid for it he got it cheap. Within sight, as we stood at the well, were Mount Gerizim and Mount Ebal, each eight hundred feet high, the mountains of cursing and blessing. The woman of Samaria, who met Christ at this well, told the truth, as my own eyesight testifies, when she said, "The well is deep," and no wonder she cried out, "Thou hast nothing to draw with." She knew not that Christ was speaking of spiritual supply. For that well God gives everyone a pail if he will only let it down into the floods. Within fifteen minutes of Jacob's well is the village called Sychar, to which the disciples had gone when the woman of Samaria came to the well, as He in the heat of twelve o'clock at noon asked to have His thirst slaked. Thetopography of the surroundings of this well and of other localities visited this week, led me to say then what I feel now: "Any man who goes through Palestine and remains an infidel, is either a bad man or an imbecile."

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