t. Why is it so little known?"

"Because there are so few true artists in the world," he answered. "It
cannot appeal to any other temperament. Those who see things only with
the eyes and not with the soul, will never care for it. And so it has
made no noise in the world, and few visit it. Of those who do, probably
many think more of the wonderful fig tree than of the exquisite tone of
the houses, the charm of the little port, the matchless purity of the
water."

We felt he was right. Then he pointed to the marvellous crucifix that
hung upon the wall, and seemed by its beauty and sacredness almost to
sanctify the room.

"Is it not a wonderful piece of art?" he cried, with quiet enthusiasm.
"If Michel Angelo had ever carved in ivory, I should say it was his
work. But be that as it may, it is the production of a great master."

We promised to return. There was something about the old man and his
surroundings which compelled one to do so. It was so rare to find three
generations of perfection, about whom there clung a charm indescribable
as the perfume that clings to the rose. We passed out into the night,
and our last look showed him standing in his quaint little territory,
thrown out in strong relief by the lamplight, gazing in rapt devotion
upon his treasures, all the religious fervour of the true Breton
temperament shining out of his spiritual face, thinking perhaps of the
"one far-off Divine event" that for him was growing so very near.

A SOCIAL DEBUT.

It is hoped that the following anecdote of the ways and customs of that
rare animal, the modest, diffident youth (soon, naturalists assure us,
to become as extinct in these islands as the Dodo), may afford a
moment's amusement to the superior young people who rule journalism,
politics, and life for us to-day.

Some ten years ago Mr. Edward Everett came up from the wilds of
Devonshire to study law with Braggart and Pushem, in Chancery Lane. He
was placed to board, by a prudent mother, with a quiet family in
Bayswater.

That even quiet Bayswater families are not without their dangers
Everett's subsequent career may be taken as proof, but with this, at
present, I have nothing to do. I merely intend to give the history of
his debut in society, although the title is one of which, after reading
the following pages, you may find reason to complain.

Everett had not been many weeks in London when he received, quite
unexpectedly, his first invitation to an ev