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beautiful. Tlie trout wiudows look out over (^olfe Jouaii 

 aud the Esterel range : whilst the hack windows command 

 a view of the snow^' Alps. The house' is surrounded by 

 a large garden which stretches down to the sea. It loses 

 itself in the aromatic Mediterranean underwood, and where 

 this ceases bare, rugged rocks continue the narrow pro- 

 montory. The sea hurls its waves unceasingh' against 

 these rocks, and in heav\' storms the surf is driven right 

 o\'er them. The steep slopes of the Cap are weathered 

 Into a thousand fantastic shapes, forming shelves, caves, 

 inlets and recesses ; so that at an^• hour of the dav a 

 nook can be found sheltered from the sun, and generalh' 

 from the wind also, where one can sit out with a book. 

 But it is difficult to read much here, for the blue wa\'es 

 dash iucessanth' against the rocks and disturb one b\ 

 their splashing. At one time the\' ripple genth" and almost 

 inaudibh', at another the^' roll up and break \\'ith a loud 

 noise as though determined to make themselves heard. 

 Now the water washes up close to \'0u and as it tlows 

 back the e\'e invokmtarih' follows. Thus hour after hour 

 ma-\- be passed in dreauu' contemplation on the rock\' 

 coast of Antibes, and one day after another slips away 

 unnoticed. The nervous s\stem gains repose and gathers 

 renewed energ\- for the ever-increasing strain placed upon 

 it in these days. Quite as enjoAable as sitting b\' the 

 sea-washed rocks is lying among the aromatic bushes with 

 the blue dome of heaven above and a glimpse of the Mediter- 

 ranean on one side. \Ve spread our rug o\'er M\'rtle and 

 Rosemary- bushes and recline as on a pillow. It is certainK- 

 one of the chief charms ol tliis favoured spot that one 



