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52 The Channel Islands. Mont Orgueil was to be the limit of our drive: a fine old castle perched upon a hill overhanging the sea. From a distance it appears to rise out of the water, and looks what it really is, noble and 1 impos- ing, venerable and somewhat ruinous. But the castle itself is in per- fect condition ; the ruins belong to a detached portion. It is also called Gouray or Gorey Castle, from the village it seems to guard with jealous eye. Mont Orgueil is intimately connected with the history of the island. It is said to date back to the time of the Romans, and the detached and picturesque ruin alluded to is called Czesar’s Fort. It has been subjected to repeated attacks from the French, and was taken by them in the 15th century ; soon, however, to pass again out of their hands. MONT eesewey per, ‘The years and the centuries rolled on, and Mont Orgueil went through the phases and vicissitudes time inevitably brings in its train. Its walls now resisted sieges, now held captives in its melancholy rooms and dungeons, now passed through romantic episodes, now en- joyed an interval of repose. In 1645 the first Protestant Dean of Jersey and his son were here imprisoned, and lost their lives in attempt- ing to escape. Charles II. is said to have found refuge here, and Queen Victoria visited it with Prince Albert in 1846. The world in the 19th century is no longer what it was in the 15th, and nothing now disturbs the solemn silence and dustladen rooms of this venerable stronghold more formidable than the visit of two quiet travellers, or the less sedate onrush of a Midsummer excursion. Approaching, the castle looked impregnable, and commanded the sea. Its hoary head crowned the green slopes of the hill on which it stands. The village below reposed in security, and looked more Gomilchbooks (E(0)