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the roll of an organ or the flute-like response of choristers, but some long-drawn, hoarse modulation, ending with the name of Allah. When I had done with my photography I strolled to a distance and again surveyed the pile. I now saw that, in addition to its other ornamentation, it, like the old street walls, was covered with coats of arms, one of which caught my eye for a very curious reason : it was identical with that of an extinct Devonshire family—the Pynes of Axmouth—which in the fifteenth century was connected by marriage with my own, and which, along with my own, has not a few of its members lying side by side under the flag-stones of Axmouth Church. The same device, the same three pine-cones—there looks down upon homely village faces, old-fashioned square pews, and the flowers of Sunday bonnets, which here, amongst alien races, has all its shadows sharp-ened, by the sky that bends over Paphos, and is cut by the shafts of minarets. I had plenty of time that afternoon to ruminate over these impressions, and I also received others of a quite different character. Mrs. Falkland took me about four o'clock to call on one of the judges who lived beyond the walls. We went by a broad road bordered with eucalyptus, which presently took us past the British Government's offices, and showed us, a mile or so off, the tiled residence of the governor on a small eminence, with more eucalyptus sheltering it. Since I had left the pier at Larnaca these were 76 IN AN ENCHANTED ISLAND

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