CHAPTER XI 



OUR HOLIDAY IN CORNWALL continued 



LITTLE way out of the quaint village of 

 Paul (they drop the Saint when dealing 

 with a real one) we come unexpectedly 

 on an unpretentious place called Port Enys 

 Museum. 



It is a private museum, but the generous owner, 

 W. E. Baily, Esq., kindly throws it open to all 

 visitors who come with decent credentials. 



We called there, and were as much surprised as 

 we were pleased with what we saw. The museum 

 is quite beautifully arranged, and contains a 

 wonderful collection of birds, quadrupeds, reptiles, 

 butterflies, insects, and fishes. 



What interested me most was the splendid 

 collection of stuffed and plaster-cast fishes. The 

 latter, being painted from life, are, in my humble 

 opinion, greatly preferable to stuffed specimens, 

 seeing that these invariably lose, in fact never 

 possess, the brilliancy of colour as in life. The 

 specimens of plaster-casts here presented, being 

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