Year: 1873

as ners was tne only Doat manageu U,


a woman.


The peasants are quite handsom


in this part of France. The womel


have soft, dark eyes, and beautiful.


formed and very small hands and feet


They are vivacious and agreeable; bu


it is quite entertaining and almost IN


credible to see how little they know


Of what is going on in the world. w


had a very pretty and charming LITTLE


bonnie, and ! showed her a picture o


Theirs, thinking il might interest her


but, dear mel Jeanne had never heard


of the man.


"Why, who do you suppose rules
over France?'


"Is it not, then, the good emperor
and empress?" was Jeanne's bewilder
ed reply


/ went one day to the principle
school, to see about sending my youn-
ger sister there. Madame A, the
chief teacher, had nearly completed ar
rangements with me, when, in answer
to the question if we were English
l said no, we were from the United
States.


"Oh, yes" she replied, anxious to
show her knowledge, II know the
United States; it is colony of Eng
land"


So much amazed was l at the good
lady's ignorance, that l left, without
explaining to her that she was hun
dred years behind time.


There is in the village little Epis-
copal church, which the people call
the temple, to distinguish it from the
Catholic churches in the place. Half
dozen years since, a handsome young
Irish gentleman, poor but OF very
good family, come to Arcachon to pass
the winter. He had just been ordain-
ed for the ministry, but over-study
had rendered a brief vacation neces-
sary to his health. Here he met a
charming compatriot of his, whose
large, dark eyes and winning smile
soon convinced him of the Apostle
ness of St. Paul's observation, that lit
is not good for man to be alone"


So, in spite OF lack Of fortune on
both sides, the two were married, and
have lived there ever since,


rhad never before seen an example
Of love in a cottage, and it interested
me greatly to see how clever and
educated people could get along de-
priyed of nearly everything that seem
ed TO me necessary and desirable. |
shall always remember how very
agreeably we were all impressed with
Mr.. R the first time be called on
us. After very pleasant and enter
tanning conversation on various topics,
he arose to go, saying he hoped |
would come and see his wife, who,
from some reason or other, had not
been able to call with him. l natur
ally asked their address, and cheerful
ly, and without the slightest embar-
rassment, "Ohl we live over the shoe
Every Sunday he preached
in the little church, and the other days
he labored amongst the sick, the poor,
and the afflicted. The Colonial Soci-
ETY. allowed him just two hundred dol
lars year, half Of which went ior the
hire OF the church, so he had to depend
on his congregation, which was small
enough, and IN giving lessons, to exc
out bare livelihood for himself and
his wife. The only amusement ever
saw him indulge in was more for the
of the visitors than his
own. was invited to a paper-hunt,
and when the morning arrived a doz
en- ladies and gentlemen met at the
mounted on thorough bred
horses, whose ardor to be off their ri
lers could scarcely restrain. Mr.. r


- undertook the role of fox, as he
knew every intricacy Of the forest.
He was mounted on the feetest horse
Of all, and had two leather bags full Of
inely-cut paper, one on each side fas-
.ened to his belt. He was given half
IN hours start by the hunters. Every
now and then the rules of the sport
obliged him to fling out a handful of
paper, that mighLserye as a guide to
his pursuers.


AS soon as Count L. gave the
signal that our time was up, off and
away we flew over hill and dale. The
pine trees had SO many times shed
their scented covering OF yellow spines
that the ground was soft as velvet, and
made scarcely sound beneath our
horses hoofs.


For two merry hours did we chase
the artful fox, whose paper missives
generally led us on wrong scent, as
they were designed to do, At last a
shout went up of mingled joy and
lismay. There, on the other side Of
4 narrow ravine, was careering home
ward the triumphant fox, when, to our
terror, Count L., driving the spurs
into his horse, cleared at one bound
he narrow defiIe, and the game was
ours.-AppJetou'S.