GAY, SAD SCHEVENINGEN. 101 
“Brave, brave Scheveningen! Gay, sad 
Scheveningen! As thou hast two villages, so 
thou hast two lives! The festivals of summer 
pass, but none save Heaven and the dwellers 
in the little black cottages know the heart 
tragedies enacted there, ‘the mortal anxieties, 
the holy joy of return, and the inconsolable 
sorrow of parting.’ | 
“There is,” he continued, “a Scheveningen 
memory which these shells always suggest to 
me,” 
Seeing Miss Bremely’s interest, he related 
as follows: 
“JT had been in The Hague two weeks and 
had often met at my hotel a French count, for 
whom I instinctively felt an extreme aversion. 
I had also often seen an Austrian party, ev1- 
dently people of rank. There was nothing 
particularly attractive about any of these peo- 
ple, except one, a lady quite young and the 
most lilylike of any person I had ever beheld. 
Her complexion was fair as that delicate flower, 
with a certain charm suggesting to me nothing 
so much as a lily. Her every motion was re- 
plete with grace, and her hair, which curled in 
rings about her face, was like sunlit gold, 
always caueee me of Mrs. Browning’s 
words, 
