Into the world. It was a funeral, and nothing could have been more striking
than this concourse of priests and crosses and mourners, some carrying their sad
burden, thrown out in conspicuous relief by the green hills and valleys around. Mournfully
and sadly the little group approached.

First the priests, then the sad

burden, then the women, the chief mourners wearing long cloaks, with hoods thrown over thei r heads, which made them
look like nuns, and followed by

quite a large
company of men walking bareheaded. Absolute and solemn silence reigned everywhere, broken

only by the
measured tread of the men carrying the coffin,
which grew more and more audible as they approached; that measured
tread that is one of the saddest of sounds. At the gate of the cemetery they paused a moment, then slowly defiled

up the churchyard, and disappeared into the church; the chief mourner, who was the widow of the dead man, weeping silently but
bitterly. We were ready to leave, and when the last

mourner had disappeared within the church,
followed by some of the village people, we turned to our driver and gave him the signal
for departure. We left St. Pol very reluctantly. There was an
indescribable charm about it, as there is about certain places and certain
people. St. Thegonnec, Guimiliau--as far as the villages were concerned,
we were glad to turn our backs upon them; nothing
attracted us; we had nothing in common with them; the charm was wanting. But at St. Jean-du-Doigt it was the very opposite; we longed to take up a short abode there, and felt that the days would be well spent and full of happiness. But time forbade the indulgence, as
time generally forbids all such luxuries to
the workers in the world. Only those whose occupation
in life is the pursuit of pleasure can, like
Dr. Syntax, go off in search
of the picturesque, and wander
about at their own sweet desire like a will-