walks,' peering down into the silent, empty, dark Cathedral-and then it was time to go. . ."

COUTANCES TO GRANVILLE.

"From Coutances we started off on our last walk together in France. We were very needy, and were obliged to higgle for our breakfasts! When we were informed, somewhat scornfully, that 'no one ever bargained for a cup of coffee,' Armstrong replied that circumstances had conspired to render us an exception to the rule !'

"We had to separate before we had covered a third of the way; for Armstrong was temporarily indisposed, and we agreed that it was better he should go on by public voiture, which he very reluctantly did...”

So the younger traveller trudged along for awhile in the wake of two wandering musicians, with a harp and a violin, which they carried alternately; their life and habits interested him. Then he overtook them, and paced on alone. In the evening, as he passed up the street of Granville, tired and hungry, and longing much to see his companion, and not knowing where to find him, a voice from a balcony of an inn suddenly shouted to him in joyous accents," Monsieur, Monsieur, votre frère est ici!" It was a good-natured garçon, who had been set to watch for him... When will such a merry greeting ever gladden him again?...

"The unfortunate necessity of falling back upon the voiture had deprived us of our dinner and supper for that evening. But we were able to purchase a couple of sea-biscuits, which served to keep off hunger; and we went out, and had an hour's conversation on the cliffs with a pleasant-faced douanier, who surprised us not a little by showing that he was intimately acquainted with the personal history of Victor Hugo, and by telling us that he had read many of that author's works, with the names of which he seemed quite familiar."

RETURN TO JERSEY.

"... Next morning " (the narrator winds up), "having divided our remaining biscuit, and eaten it by way of breakfast, we went aboard the little steamer Comète, and were recognized by the sailors and the steward, and regarded by them in the light of heroes. Since they had seen us, we had walked about five hundred miles.

"The steward who was an Irishman-and an O'Flaherty-generously assured us, when we unfolded to him the consequences of travelling on scanty supplies, that even if we had not had sufficient money to pay our fare then, he would have trusted us to pay it some other time. When we had paid it, we had still some coppers over. With these we arrived at St. Helier. We had left the Island with

about seven pounds. We landed now with exactly three sous. With such a residuum we could scarcely be regarded as bankrupt.

"But we had carried out our resolution, and we had reaped pleasure and wisdom worth coffers of gold; and perhaps the most precious of our gains was a knowledge of the hearts of the very humblest men, and a livelier sympathy with their lot."

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conversa-Last Farewell to Jersey.-London.—A Vadouani ream.-Westminster Abbey.—Letter XXX. : AlEnjoyment of Nature.-In the North of Ireland.— ption of Temporary Home.-Letters XXXI. and LXXII.: Life at T.-The Growth of a Creed.Christ the Divine Master.-Letter XXXIII. Inquiry newed.-Letter XXXIV.: Inability to realize Personal Benefits from the Life and Passion of Christ.-Back in Wicklow; Lugnaquillia; "Allan's Glen;" Ovoca; Avondale. In the North again.-"Stories of Wicklow." "The Dargle."-Letter XXXV.: “ Glandalough: A Story of Wicklow."-Letter XXXVI.: "Stories of Wick low; Irish Character; Generous Aims. Letter XXXVII.: Exalted State of Mind and Emotion; Philan thropic Design.-Letter XXXVIII.: The Church as an Instrument of Good.-Letter XXXIX.: Poems recently written.-Letter XL.: Longings for Jersey.-Letter. XLI., XLII., XLIII.: "Suspiria."-Letter XLIV.; Criticisms of Glandalough;" Poets of the Day; Re ligion.-Visit to Lough Erne.-Death of a Dear Relative. -Letter XLV.: Tribute to the late Col. A. B. Armstrong; Immortal Hope.-Realism in Poetry.-A Tentative Poem.-In Trinity College again.-Letter XLVL: A Fall on the Ice; G. B*******; Remorseful Reflections. -Commentary of his Old Friend.-Letter XLVII. : An Ideal Poem.-Letter XLVIII.: The Poem and the Novel.

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nor was the Island quitted again His kind old friend, his "Jersey delighted to call himself, was among ame down to see him off; and as the were borne out of the harbour and away,

st figure they descried was that of the poor grey-haired man, waving sorrowful adieus, standng there sadly and alone. . . Kind, merry, genial, warm-hearted S***** S*****, you too have vanished from this world of beauty and of pain, and sleep, beside the faithful companion of your varied years, under the flowery turf of the little Island you so strangely loved!..

And beautiful it was, that little spot of Norman ground, though perhaps much changed even in the few years that have since passed by. . . . “Beautiful when the hot mists of summer brooded around its lonely bays, or while its splintered crags bore the buffets of tumultuous seas; beautiful when the winds of autumn rustled in the withering leaves, or when the trees were shattered by the rough blasts of winter; beautiful when the bounteous hands of spring began to scatter the tremulous snowdrop, the gold-crowned daffodil, and the yellow lily among its winding valleys, or when the mower whetted his glittering scythe in the midst of its rich, sweet-smelling meadowlands; beautiful when its orchards stood clothed in one mantle of pale pink flowers, or when their boughs were bent be

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