ailing her; the hands
that convulsively grasped her father's waist relaxed their hold; she
rolled into the water, disappeared, and the torrent immediately stopped
its course. The King reached Quimper safe and sound, and that town became
afterwards the capital of Cornouaille.

So runs the legend. That a great city once existed in the Bay of
Douarnenez admits of no doubt. Besides the religious chronicles of the
country, which have preserved the memory of its existence, in the
sixteenth century, remains of old edifices were standing at the entrance
of the bay, old paved roads have been traced, and walls found under water
near the Pointe du Raz.

The tradition of a town thus swallowed up is common among the Celtic race.
In Wales, the site of the submerged city is in Cardigan Bay; in Ireland,
in Lough Neagh:--

"On Lough Neagh's banks, where the fisherman strays,
At the hour of eve's declining,
He sees the round towers of other days
Beneath the waters shining."--MOORE.

One of our party went out fishing to the Pointe, and returned well laden
with his spoils.

[Illustration: 57. Front of the Church, Pontcroix.]

The road from Audierne to Douarnenez passes by Pontcroix, a little town on
the same river (Goazien) as Audierne, along which the road runs--a charming
drive. It has a magnificent Romanesque church of the twelfth (probably of
the fifteenth) century, with a remarkable porch, richly embroidered in
quatrefoils and trefoils. A tower in the centre, with octagonal spire is
second to none in Cornouaille, except that of Quimper. The arches of the
nave are horseshoe, the transepts very narrow. Under the altar of the Lady
Chapel is a "Cene," half the size of nature, sculptured in ivory and
marble, of marvellous workmanship.

[Illustration: 58. Wheel of Sacring Bells, Notre Dame de-Comfort, near
Douarnenez.]

Eleven miles from Douarnenez we stopped to see the pretty little chapel of
Notre Dame-de-Comfort, in a hamlet of that name, with light open-work
steeple. Attached to one of the arches, on the left of the choir, is a
wooden wheel, hung round with bells, to which is attached a long string.
It is erroneously called "the wheel of fortune;" but is, in fact, the old
wheel of sacring bells in use before the single bell was adopted. The boy
who showed us the chapel pulled the string which was fastened to a hook
near the altar, and the wheel revolved and rang a merry peal. Formerly
there