A correspondent of the San Francisco Culi, writing from Jerusalcm, mentious the fullowing pleasant incident - Closo to this place I saw two Araba and a woman building a rough wall along the road. Tbcre was an air of intelligeace about the woman'a face notin accordanco with her cccupation, apparel, or soilcd hands. The impression was confirmed on conversinpf with her, and I was astouished to think she could not gain a living by sorae higher occupation than building a wall. "Would bhe be kind cnougti to writo her name for me ?" "Yes. Would I walk into her houfe? It was close by." "I (lid not liko to take her from her work." "Oh, ehe had plenty of time." We entered a neat cottage, plainly furnished and well supplied with books. 1 was now more puzzled than ever. She produccd a hirge book and asked mo to write my name I glunced over the pages aud eaw Frencli Counts, Germán Barons, Kussian Prince?, Irish and English Lords and Duke, aod Francia Josoph, Emperor of Austria. Sho wroto her name on a card, tho "Prineess do Is Tour d'Auvcrgne." Sbe oblained grunt from the Sultan of the piece of ground whercon Clirist taught the Lord's Prayer, and is erec'mg a temple on if, at her own expense, w! i h will contaiu tbis'praycr in cvery language. She has already expeoded over tvro bundred thousaiid franc?.