290 OUR VISIT TO JERSEY. 



Friday, the last day of our visit, was the most strenuous 

 of all. We all recovered from it, and even our geo- 

 logists who did not have a single dolmen to pull to pieces 

 and disagree over (at least the only one on the programme 

 had to be missed, as it was late and besides was on fire, 

 so they said), got through the day without sending out 

 S.O.S. signals. Trinity Manor was our first stop, where 

 we saw the much-debated lestoration of the old house. 

 We saw an eminent English Architect's vision of a Jersey 

 Manor House, but it was not our idea. The oak of Charles II. 

 was an ideal spot to view the outside of the house from, with 

 a minimum of exposure to the sun, not a trifle to be 

 disregarded in the hot weather we found ourselves in. Here 

 Capt. A. G. Messervy, one of the photographers of the 

 Societe Jersiaise (Ave thought yesterday they could only 

 produce one such artist), marshalled us and perpetuated the 

 group to posterity, and later the Societe, as if to make us 

 more in their debt, sent each pilgrim a copy as a memento of 

 this delightful excursion. From Trinity we visited a series 

 of small manors (the real Jersey article this time) under the 

 guidance of the Seigneur of Rozel, who finished what must 

 have been to him a really laborious day by offering us tea on 

 his own fief. After tea, by a happy inspiration, the Rector of 

 St. Martin had arranged to hold in the Seigneurial Chapel 

 the Service of Intercession appointed for this day as the 

 second anniversary of the declaration of war against Germany. 

 The simplicity and the surroundings found their way to the 

 hearts of all, and everyone wished this terrible war to come 

 to an end and peace reign again. When the time came to say 

 good-bye to the Seigneur and Mrs. Lempriere and to thank 

 them for all they had done for us, we realised that this was 

 the last stage of our pilgrimage. Our tour was now at an end, 

 and it was with real regret that we left on the way back. We 

 felt that it had not often been our lot to pass so enjoyable a 

 week. However, we realized that w^e were in sight of one 

 another, and when the auspicious time arrived we had a few 

 more " bits " in Guernsey still in reserve to make the excuse 

 of another visit from our confreres. 



We drove back to the hotel, only to find that owing to 

 (sentence deleted by the Censor) the steamer on which we 

 had expected to sail on the morrow would, regardless of any 

 inconvenience to us, not be running. We of course could 

 only grumble and make the best of it, but if the truth were 

 known, the two extra days were perhaps appreciated equally 

 with those days for which a programme had been made. We 



