25S SUNSET AT CAP MARTIN. 



their sliarp crests. We gazed at them ever\' evenino- 

 when tlie sinkhig sun tinged their summits with 

 pink, till peak after peak gradualh' faded. And 

 often towards e\ening we would descend to tlie eastern 

 shore to see the coast lighted up. When JMentone 

 is alrcach' buried in deep shadow Old Bordighera 

 is still aflame with purple light — a favourite of the 

 sun on this golden coast it receives his last greeting at 

 eventide. 



After night-fall we would again go down to the 

 shore to see the liglits of Mentone and Monte Carlo. 

 Monte Carlo, in particular, looks e|uite fair\'-like ; 

 thousands of liglits are crowded together round the 

 foot of the mountain which stands out darkh' against 

 the starr\ sk\'. 1 used often to contemplate this \ie\v 

 and feel as if 1 had seen it before in the ]:)ast. Hut 

 where and when? I could not remember. Then sud- 

 denh" I saw it again vivicll\' before me — the old 

 picture just as 1 had looked on it with childish e\"es. 

 It was a coloured picture ol Naples in a little panorama 

 given me once on Christmas Eve. When held against a 

 liglit, innumerable little flames lit up Naples and excited 

 m\- childish fanci,- : these were produced hv pinpricks 

 perforating the ]Dicture. As in that view Camaldoli 

 commands Naples so does the Tete de Chien tower 

 above Alonte Carlo: and as the lights shone Irom Posi- 

 lipo, so did thc\' also here on the "rocks of Monaco. 

 How wonderfulh' strong these childish impressions arc ! 

 \\'hat has not this harried brain had to take in since 

 then! And \et the old inijiression was not effaced, but 



