ps, like Ste. Barbe, with bridge built over an
archway. The rock on which it stands is so abrupt, that rings are placed
along the sides of the chapel for the pilgrims, when creeping round, to
hold on by. Many have perished in the attempt; none, they say, have ever
succeeded in making the circuit.

There was a wedding at Le Faouet during our stay there. Guests, invited
from all quarters, to the number of 250, arrived in their gala costumes,
some of them magnificent: one woman wore a gown entirely of gold tissue;
it was her wedding-dress. The musicians, with biniou and hautboy, went
round to summon the guests. We saw the procession going to church. The
bride was prettily dressed, with a high cap, beautifully "got up," pointed
in form, and trimmed with lace, and embroidered; a muslin apron, also
lace-trimmed, and a double muslin shawl, similarly trimmed, the lace
beautifully plaited; a violet silk dress, white moire sash, and a small
bunch of white flowers. The bridegroom was "en bourgeois." Outside the
church door were tables, laid out with cakes; after the service the bride
and all the party took each a cake and put money in the plates, as an
offering for the poor. They next adjourned to the Place, where they danced
three "gavottes" under the trees. The ceremony of stealing away the bride
then took place; that is, she was chased by some dozen of the youths of
the company, and he who had the good fortune to capture her she treated to
a cup of coffee at a cafe. Dinner followed, and then they returned to the
interminable gavotte. They hold each other's hands "en grand rond," then
wind themselves round the centre couple, executing most elaborate steps,
and uncoil again to return to the grand rond. We counted as many as thirty
couples in one gavotte. These festivities last two, or sometimes three,
days, during which time all the wedding party are entertained free of
expense.

Le Faouet is a great fishing quarter. The Elle, which flows round the
town, is a stream of considerable size; and, four miles below Le Faouet,
it is joined by the Laita, and before Quimperle unites its waters with the
Isole, whence its mingled streams flow into the Atlantic, under the name
of the Laita. We were told that large fish were taken in a pond in the
grounds of the Abbey of Langonnet, not far from Le Faouet, but it is
strictly preserved.

The people of this district retain all the old Breton superstitions; they
believe in the Car of Death, dra