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vicissitudes of the spot, commencing with the almost Arthu- 

 rian legend of the slaying of the Dragon by the Seigneur of 

 Hambye, and later its associations with Dean Mabon. This 

 last has such a Welsh smack about it that one is tempted to 

 make enquiries as to his nationality. The tumulus of the 

 Hougue, obviously artificial, would probably repay burrowing 

 into, but the result on the Tower, now none too secure, would 

 be certainly disastrous. St. Martin's Church, our next objec- 

 tive, was ably expatiated on by the Rector. By this time 

 our Geologists were beginning to complain of mental malaise 

 caused by a too severe course of Church Architecture. " Give 

 us something with some antiquity " they said, " an ice-cap, 

 a terminal moraine, or even a rubble head, and if we must put 

 up with these modernities, we won't mind dolmen or two." They 

 revived somewhat at the Dolmen of Faldouet, a fine Dolmen set 

 in a circle, no pretensions to antiquity in it, of trees ; a beauti- 

 ful little avenue of young hawthorns led up to it from the road. 

 Our next move was to the Elfine Hotel at Gorey for lunch, 

 and surely the malaise of the geologists must have given way 

 before the sumptuous lunch and the Omelette au Kirsch, 

 served on fire, to wind up with. A lounge about the pier 

 afterwards — it was low tide, and the water seems to retreat 

 to the French coast — and we are oft*. Two more Churches, 

 Grouville and St. Clement's, geologists again show signs of 

 distress, revived at the Dolmen of Mont Ube and finally 

 recovered at the Manor House of Longueville, where Mr. 

 and Mrs. J. J. Richardson were good enough to offer us tea 

 on the lawn ; and the beautiful grounds and the old-world 

 charm of the house, not to mention the able description from 

 the Secretary of the sister Society, made us when the time 

 came to say good-bye to our host and hostess feel really sorry 

 that the strenuous day had come to an end. 



The next day (Wednesday), also a strenuous one, was to 

 to the western and north-western parts of Jersey. An early 

 start by brake to St. Ouen's Manor, a cordial reception by 

 the Seigneur (Mr. R. Malet de Carteret), with a walk round 

 the beautiful grounds and the old Manor House restored with 

 so much taste, and the morning soon passed. A hasty glance 

 at St. Ouen's Church and we are off to the Dolmen of 

 Grantez, situated on probably the windiest spot in Jersey. 

 Our hosts, with the forethought always in evidence during our 

 tour, had arranged a perfectly calm day for this visit, for 

 whieh were duly grateful. A short description of the Dolmen 

 by Mr. Sinel and we find the morning is over. The inner 

 man had to be kept up in the strenuous times we were in, and 



