Arimathea

This place is supposed to stand on the site of Arimathea, and is marked as such in many of the maps.

Our thoughts turn to the Sunday morning in the garden of Joseph of Arimathea, when the faithful women came to the rock-hewn tomb.

They passed the night at Arimathea, a pretty village surrounded with gardens enclosed with hedges of prickly pear.

Christs by the thousands, who had found no Josephs of Arimathea to hide their defilement in garden-sepulchres.

The story sprang from certain legends which had grown up about the name of Joseph of Arimathea.