comings he was generally respected, and by many beloved. Multitudes followed his remains to their last resting-place, and there were even some tears shed.

It was a terrible shock to good Mrs. Morys, who was devoted to her husband, and who had been kind and considerate to her during their whole married life. She was inconsolable. In her deep sorrow she lost her health, and pined away for a few weeks. Then she followed her husband. It was said that she died of a broken heart. So Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Owen became the master and mistress of Brynyblodau. After the usual time for mourning had ended, the young couple, or, I should say, Mrs. Owen, revolutionized the mode of living at their home. They frequently entertained a large number of the better class of people around; gave dinner and tea parties; musical and dancing and card parties, and all the social functions in vogue among the wealthy. Mrs. Owen was the presiding genius on all such occasions. Her brilliant talents as a singer, a conversationalist, and a wit, and her ready resources for all the demands and requirements of such gatherings won the admiration and love of her guests, so that she became the most popular lady in the community, and the manor the centre of social entertainments. Herbert, on the other hand felt himself out of his element. He was a cipher among the brilliant figures before him, and could not join nor take an interest in their conversations and pastimes. Every

thing was above and beyond him. Although physically the handsomest man in the room, he would sit for hours alone in some corner as if trying to escape observation. Some one of the guests would occasionally exchange an ordinary remark with him. He fancied at times that some of the young swells were smiling sarcastically at his loneliness; other times the monster jealousy would try to invade his mind, but was quickly expelled. There were then no facilities for acquiring even a modicum of the education and culture which were denied him in his youth, through the misfortune of birth. Whether he and his wife felt that they had made the great mistake of their life was not known, for their lips were sealed; but their friends would often speak for them, and confidently assert that the sad words, "It might have been," must be ever present in Mrs. Owen's mind. If she had had more of the sympathy and companionship of youthful friends, and more freedom of action in her mode of life, instead of being constantly subjected to the supervision and command of an unsympathetic though well-meaning parent, probably the result would have been different. The disparity in birth and education is ever the cause of embarassment in married life. But as it was, Mr. and Mrs. Owen led a quiet, uneventful life; but both died at a comparatively early age, and the manor passed into another family, no children having been born to them.

The large increase in the number of tourists to the winter resorts of Southern France is evidence of the genial climate and pleasant surroundings. The nobility of Europe and the royal democracy of America crowd the well-equipped hotels of the Reviera every winter. Last year when I was there. Her Majesty Queen Victoria, and the Princess of

Wales with her two daughters were visiting at Nice. The King of Sweden was stopping at the same hotel as our party at Cannes, when on our trip to Rome. In the next corridor to the King's was a shoe merchant from Cleveland, Ohio, and a school teacher from Illinois. Not far away, under the same roof, was a Welsh preacher from Pennsylvania! Per

sino." The Promenade des Anglais extends a mile along the shore from the right bank of the Palion, near the Casino, and is skirted on one side by elegant villas and hotels. The walks and rides of the neighborhood are very agreeable, with white stuccoed houses surrounded with gardens on the slopes of hills, which have a picturesque appearance. The chief public buildings are the Cathedral, Notre Dame Church, National Museum, Art Gallery, Library, Observatory, and the Casino. There are also two synagogues and several Protestant churches. Architecturally the most remarkable church is the Notre Dame, built by the people in 1835 to commemorate its preservation from cholera. There is a large concourse of foreign population here during the winter from all parts of the world. The climate possesses mildness and general

beauty, and is considered favorable to all chest complaints, but is dangerous in cases of heart and nervous diseases. The neighborhood of the Alps and the occasional prevalence of the wind, called Vent de Bise, keen and searching, makes the atmosphere cold and frosty during winter and spring. The heat is also excessive in summer. The city is nevertheless much resorted to by invalids from other countries, and this influx greatly augments the population. The city is at its liveliest during the carnival festivities, when great fun prevails, and battles are fought with sweetmeats and flowers.

The city was founded 2000 years ago by the Phoceans of Marseilles.

It was called Nice (Nike, Gr.), which means Victory, in honor of their victory over the Ligurians. The New Town was built after the treaty of Utrecht, 1713. Population in 1881 was about 66,000. The visitors are estimated as numbering 15,000 to 20,000. The modern part of Nice is very fashionable. The Casino is a beautiful modern structure, extending out into the sea. Concerts and operas, and exhibitions of various kinds are carried on every day and evening. The winter gardens are very attractive, with a profusion of palms and tropical plants. The average temperature corresponds with the average of South California. This was birth place of the great General Garibaldi in 1807. A conspicuous. statue of him is erected in the centre of the old town.

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The new town is elegant. In the jewelers' windows are displayed the exhibition of pearls, precious stones and diamonds that enchant and bewilder. I saw one marked with the price 2.500.000 francs, equal to five nundred thousand dollars ($500,000.) I did not buy it.

My first temptation on embarking from the train in Genoa, Italy, was to photograph the imposing statue of Columbus, which confronts the crowd as they enter the town from the R. R. station. This was the birthplace of our celebrated discoverer. Guides delight to show us innumerable mementos of Columbus. In the Cathedral they show us the violin which Paganini played; and the seat which he occupied in