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    Chapter 54

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    We were standing in a narrow street, by the Tower of Antonio. "On these
    stones that are crumbling away," the guide said, "the Saviour sat and
    rested before taking up the cross. This is the beginning of the
    Sorrowful Way, or the Way of Grief." The party took note of the sacred
    spot, and moved on. We passed under the "Ecce Homo Arch," and saw the
    very window from which Pilate's wife warned her husband to have nothing
    to do with the persecution of the Just Man. This window is in an
    excellent state of preservation, considering its great age. 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. We had heard so much of St. Veronica, and seen
    her picture by so many masters, that it was like meeting an old friend
    unexpectedly to come upon her ancient home in Jerusalem. The strangest
    thing about the incident that has made her name so famous, is, that when
    she wiped the perspiration away, the print of the Saviour's face remained
    upon the handkerchief, a perfect portrait, and so remains unto this day.
    We knew this, because we saw this handkerchief in a cathedral in Paris,
    in another in Spain, and in two others in Italy. In the Milan cathedral
    it costs five francs to see it, and at St. Peter's, at Rome, it is almost
    impossible to see it at any price. No tradition is so amply verified as
    this of St. Veronica and her handkerchief.

    At the next corner we saw a deep indention in the hard stone masonry of
    the corner of a house, but might have gone heedlessly by it but that the
    guide said it was made by the elbow of the Saviour, who stumbled here and
    fell. Presently we came to just such another indention in a stone wall.
    The guide said the Saviour fell here, also, and made this depression with
    his elbow.

    There were other places where the Lord fell, and
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