[These Essays, with one exception, first appeared in the _Morning Post_ and _Morning Leader_, by courtesy of the Editors of which they are here reprinted.] One day in the town of Perpignan I was poking about to see where I could best get something to eat, when I saw a door open into a charming garden; and in the hope of finding it to be the garden of an inn, and at any rate of seeing the garden during the process of asking whether it were an inn, I walked in, but I found everything deserted.…
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