2(i6 :mentone. 



in wavv festoons w]iich were stirred b}' every breath of 

 air. Yet I had never before felt so sad in the midst of 

 sucli a profusion of ga^' tiowers, and wlien \\'e readied the 

 Pont St. Louis and saw tlie t'airy-like picture of Mentone 

 outlined against the bhie slc^-, m^' e^es turned to tlie 

 ruined Castle ot the Grinialdis above the town, — the 

 cemetery, where under gay Roses iht dead are at rest. 

 I was accompanying an invalid, who was dangerously 

 ill, to ]\Ientone, and looked forward to the near future 

 witli apprehension and sorrow. Therefore I sought to 

 distract my thoughts from the sad train whicli the^- were 

 apt to follow, hv occup\ ing nn'self as much as possible 

 with scientific work. The sublime scenes b\' whiclii I 

 was surrounded liad a soothing effect on me as has 

 alwa-s's been the case. hi contemprating the trackless 

 sea and the sk\--cappcd mountains a =ra\' of the bright 

 Riviera sunshine would now and then, for a few moments, 

 penetrate to m\- inmost heart. 



The JVIaquis has in a great measure disappeared 

 from Alentone. but it is still to be found in limited patches, 

 nor need we go far in order to reach it. It is best 

 represented on the ridge which is crowned hv the old 

 con\'ent of the Annonciade. i^ut the view from tliis spot 

 dries not attract me; I prefer the ridge on which pictur- 

 es(|ue old Castellar rises. Leaving the main street of 

 Mentone near the Place Xationale we turn into the Rue 

 de Castellar, cross the railwa\- bi,' a bridge ancl begin 

 the steep ascent. The lirst plant we notice here, as 

 elsewhere, is the hone\' - scented A/yssn/i/ luan'tiiuuni 

 growing on the walls. L'nassumingly it unfolds its thick 



