t
Shall never find a courteous welcome more."

It is fast falling to pieces. The principal part remaining is an octagonal
turret of three stories, with elegant Renaissance decoration round the
windows. One more quotation from Mrs. Norton, and we quit these hallowed
ruins:--

"We know the healthy stir of human life
Must be for ever gone!
The walls where hung the warrior's shining casque
Are green with moss and mould;
The blindworm coils where Queens have slept, nor asks
For shelter from the cold.
The swallow,--he is master all the day,
And the great owl is ruler through the night;
The little bat wheels on his circling way,
With restless flittering flight;
And that small bat, and the creeping things,
At will they come and go,
And the soft white owl with velvet wings,
And a shout of human woe!
The brambles let no footsteps pass
By that rent in the broken stair,
When the pale tufts of the windle-strae grass
Hang like locks of dry dead hair;
But there the keen sound ever sweeps and moans,
"Working a passage through the mouldering stones."
THE LADY OF LA GARAYE.

From Dinan, instead of taking the customary road to the railway station of
Caulnes, we hired a carriage, in order to visit the fortress castle of La
Hunaudaye, midway between Dinan and Lamballe. The road lay by Jugon, a
town prettily situated in the cleft of two hills. On one once stood an
important castle, which gave rise to the saying:--

"Qui a Bretagne sans Jugon,
A chape sans chaperon."

Jugon is on the edge of two ponds. One of them, the largest in Brittany,
hangs suspended over the town, as if threatening it with inundation. They
told us it was swarming with fish of every description, and with pike of
fabulous dimensions. Turning off the road to the right, we entered the
forest of La Hunaudaye, and walked in a pouring rain to the chateau,
situated a short distance from the road. It is of vast extent, has five
round towers with ramparts of cut stone, and is surrounded by walls with
machicolated parapets. It is a splendid ruin, but the incessant rain
prevented us from spending much time in its examination. It was built in
the thirteenth century by Olivier de la Tournemine, and was one of the
strongest fortresses in Brittany. Situated in the midst of a vast forest,
its lord and his retainers were the terror of the surrounding coun