GAT, SAD SCHEVENINGEN. 101 



"Brave, brave Sclieveiiingen ! Gay, sad 

 Sdieveningen ! As ttou 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 : 



" I 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, evi- 

 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 reminding me of Mrs. Browning's 

 words. 



