at thy
house."

Zaccheus came down in great haste, and was full of joy to be able to
entertain Jesus, though some complained that a sinner should have the
honor of taking the Master into his house.

Zaccheus must have heard these cruel remarks, for he said humbly,

"Behold, Lord, the half of my goods I give to the poor; and if I have
taken anything from any man by false accusation, I restore him
fourfold."

Then Jesus said heartily, "This day is salvation come to this house,
forsomuch as he also is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man is come
to seek and to save that which was lost."

It was just outside of Jericho that the bands going out toward
Jerusalem passed a blind beggar who cried,

"Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me!"

The Lord heard the cry and called him, and there by the roadside He
opened the eyes of Bartimeus to see the beauty all around him, and the
kind face of Jesus looking at him. And he followed Him.

The pilgrims came up the steep, rocky road from Jericho to Jerusalem,
and they were fortunate who could ride, for the heat was great, and the
road hard to climb. Jesus and His friends walked, for they were poor
men, as riches are counted in this world.

It was a six hours' journey, and when they reached the green heights of
the Mount of Olives they turned aside to the village of Bethany, and
there Jesus rested in the house of Mary and Martha and the brother whom
He had called back from the grave. The disciples were lodged in the
town, no doubt, among their friends, and so grateful and happy were
they of Bethany to have the Lord once more among them that they made a
supper to show their joy at His coming. It was at the house of Simon,
who had been a leper, and cured, perhaps, by Jesus, and Lazarus sat at
the table with Jesus, and Mary and Martha served.

It was a holy, happy time, yet shadowed with sadness because of the
words of Jesus concerning His death, which the disciples could not
believe.

In the midst of the supper Mary brought an alabaster box of very
precious and costly perfume, and poured it upon the head of Jesus and
also upon His feet, wiping them with her long hair. Judas, one of the
twelve, frowned upon her, and said it was a waste, for the perfume
might have been sold for money to give to the poor.

But Jesus knew what Mary did.

"Let her alone," He said, "against the day of my burying hath she kept
this; for the poor always ye have with you; but me ye have n