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The Channel Islands. 53 French, perhaps, than any other part of theisland. A small harbour, with a short stone pier, gave shelter to a number of fishing boats, now, at low water, high and dry uponthe mud. A small government steamer, connected with the fisheries, alongside the pier, looked a very pretty object, in the pink of order, though bearing the reputation of being very useless at sea. Through the quiet village which looked sleepy and lifeless, the carriage turned into the narrow road tothe entrance. It could go no farther. The castle, with its gray, massive, hoary walls, here and there ivy-grown, stood before us, an imposing structure. Through the small windows that seemed to gaze at us like eyes in the walls, many ' t | A vid hy | /! i tT} Hi ii {fi a | | HT ——— _— = li HT ee oe } — Hi — ———= TY ng pce ue — = oe ® ga +e - _ = MONT ORGUEIL. a sad face must have been seen peering seaward, in vain longing for a freedom that never came. We climbed the steep and rugged path into the precincts of the castle; through an open doorway, where any door had long ceased to be, through yet another, until one barred and bolted stopped our progress. Here we should have been at fault, but the custodian appeared, struggling up in our wake, an open sesame in his hand in the form of a bunch of keys, posses- sion of which would have been worth a king’s ransom to many a captive in days gone by: would have meant the difference between life and death. The interior is now bare and empty. Imagination conjures up a vivid contrast between this deathlike silence and the animation, the clash of swords, the martial scenes that reigned there when‘first the castle was called Mont Orgueil. Ichabod is now its motto ; its glory has departed ; but with it, happily so have all scenes of terror and Gomilichboo <S (E(©) m