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FROM WALES OVER THE SEA.

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FROM WALES OVER THE SEA. [BY J. YOUNG EVANS.] III. There was no time to ramble around St. Malo. That is, I hope, a treat in store, for it is an in- teresting old town, with ancient houses and narrow I. streets. Through sheer luck and furious driving I we managed to catch the train for Lannion. t Travelling is certainly not one of the things they manage better in France. Being a pleoeian. I travel as a plebeian, and over here plebeian travel- ling is not pleasant. You sit in a large open com- partment, the fittings of which are of the barest possible kind. The trains are slow, and the officials I of the various stations show no symptoms whatever of premature decay through over-excitement. We change! three times before arriving at St. Brieac, ¡ a.nd were enabled to do so without the least fear of I missing the next tram. Six hours travelling brought us to St. Brieac, where we passed the night in a primitive yet comfortable inn near the station. 1.10 not know ought one to say anything of the upholstery of a sleeping chamber. But perhaps novelty excuseth many things. French beds are more or less gorgeously canopied. Injtead of our own heavy layers of linen and wool, a large pillow surmounts the somewhat lighter covertures. At St. Brieuc, too, one had to climb over a moun- tain of heirlooms, not without fear of the strata of ancestral mattresses falling down and reversing t-he proper order of things, burying the weary voyager under their weight. As we left St. Brieuc in the early morning the square near the station was full of soldiers under arms. A body of French troops does not look as imposing as our own red-coats. They wear ordinarily a duck uniform, which, however, desir- able in Summer, detracts somewhat from the smartness of a soldier. Even guards and porters wear a kind of check jacket or smock. What is surprising in a French railway is the lowness of platforms. Even in a large station, I' your descent from the carriage to the ground is a great undertaking. Likewise, you must not I attempt to scramble into it unless you have made up your mind to reach the goal at all hazards. Ia the matter of refreshmetits, however, the French lines can teach ours a g'-oat deal. I All things come to him who waits, and even Lannion was reached while it was yet early. Lannion is a dull, sombre town, lying on a gentle slope. A river runs through it, by the side of which istil open space, used for markets aud fairs. It is ve y old, and possesses a picturesque old Church. The man street contains a number of ancient houses and shops, built as it were on the cantilever principle, the upper stories projecting outwards until the top ones almost meet the corresponding ones on the other side. In the middle of the widest part of the street are laid out the standings and stalls of pedlars and kuxters. The name of cafes is legion, and hotels have no end (of course, I am speaking somewhat hyperbolically, but it seems to be the right thing to indulge in occasional metaphor when describing foreign places). But we had not yet an abiding city. We entered the car which had come for us, and the steed began to force his way through tlis crowd of country people who blocxed the road leading to the outskirts. Once clear of Lannion we tore away through the quickening breeze, which be- came keener every minute, until we almost thought that the apparently ever-receding Perros must be somewhere beyond the arctic circle. Finally, however, we saw the sea, and descending a steep hill came opposite the wide bay, and speedily drove through the one long street of the lower village to the Hotel-des-Bains destined to be our abode during six weeks of monotonous, yet not disagreeable, 1 xile. The Hotel-des-Bains is an old house. A stone in the yard bears a seventeenth century date. Yet there were sensible builders in those days. The I room assigned to us might be used for sun-flower growing. From sunrise to noon, and from noon to sunset, the sun is visible—that is. if at all within sight of Perros. The waters of the bay come upalmost near enough to the house to admit of its being introduced into a novel, wherein serenades and rehearsals of the flight of Lord UUin's daughter would tie essential parts of the plot. The bay is broken by along breakwater and pier. Except for light craft, navigation is unsafe.owing to numerous rocks, which show their rugged suriaces at low water. On a number of these cylindrical structures of stone, like small pillars, have been built. By night two powerful lighthouse lights are visible at the extreme end of the bay, and the direction in which Perros lies is made known to mariners by a bright illumination from a species of observatory on the hill. A little to the west of Perros lies Ploumanach, celebrated for the geological phenomena it presents. Here are the great dolmens and meini hirion" of Brittany.

THOMAS DAVIS.

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