So OUR HOLIDAY IN CORNWALL 



opposite coach cried, " Come along for ten minutes' 

 fun, while the horses are being watered." Oft 

 he started as fast as he could run, down to the 

 meadow, followed by a dozen other young men 

 and maidens. They broke into a circle of like 

 young folks playing at "kiss in the ring," joined 

 hands with them sans ctremonie; round and 

 round they went, had their fun and their kisses, 

 and back again to their coach in time to 

 be off. 



That is how they do things in Cornwall. Ah ! 

 were I but sixty years younger I would have 

 rallied our load to join the fun, but our coach-load, 

 consisting of what Cornish folk call "foreigners," 

 was too reserved, proper, severe, and clerical- 

 looking .a lot to join in such frivolities ; and so we 

 got home from the Lizard. 



Sunday, July 30. A day of rest. 



Monday, July 31. This last day of July we 

 were astir early. We took train to Truro ; had 

 time to catch a glimpse of the beautiful new 

 cathedral, as yet unfinished. A new cathedral in 

 this old country is a novelty, and this one bids 

 fair to be at least as beautiful, if not as large as 

 the best of the old English cathedrals ; indeed, 

 there seems to be no reason why it should not be 

 the most beautiful of all, being the last. Our 

 architects have the advantage of all the great 

 examples that exist throughout our land. As the 

 old masters of painting exist to-day for the guid- 

 ance and instruction of the painters of to-day, so 



