L’AN 830, des Barbares descendent dans les Gaules, massacrent les Fideles, profanent et brulent les Eglises.  Raoul, Duc de Normandie, se joint a eux; l’image de la Ste. Vierge demeure ensevelie sous les ruines de l’ancienne chapelle jusqu’au regne de Henri I. l’an 1331.  Beaudouin, Baron de Douvres, averti par son berger qu’un mouton de son troupeau fouillait toujours dans le meme endroit, fit ouvrir la terre, et trouva ce tresor cache depuis tant d’annees.  Il fit porter processionnellement cette sainte image dans l’Eglise de Douvres:  mais Dieu permit qu’elle fut transportee par un Ange dans l’endroit de la chapelle ou elle est maintenant reveree.  C’est dans cette chapelle que, par l’intercession de Marie, les pecheurs recoivent leur conversion, les affliges leur consolation, les infirmes la sante, les captifs leur delivrance, que ceux qui sont en mer echappent aux tempetes et au naufrage, et que des miracles s’operent journellement sur les pieux Fideles.

A word now for BIBLIOPOLISTS—­including Bouquinistes, or venders of “old and second-hand books.”  The very morning following my arrival in Caen, I walked to the abbey of St. Stephen, before breakfast, and in the way thither stopped at a book stall, to the right,—­and purchased some black letter folios:  among which the French version of Caesar’s Commentaries, printed by Verard, in 1488, was the most desirable acquisition.  It is reserved for Lord Spencer’s library;[128] at a price which, freight and duty included, cannot reach the sum of twelve shillings of our money.  Of venders of second hand and old books, the elder and younger MANOURY take a decisive lead.  The former lives in the Rue Froide; the latter in the Rue Notre Dame. The father boasts of having upwards of thirty thousand volumes, but I much doubt whether his stock amount to one half of that number.  He unhesitatingly asked me two louis d’or for a copy of the Vaudevires of OLIVIER BASSELIN, which is a modern, but privately printed, volume; and of which I hope to give you some amusing particulars by and by.  He also told me that he had formerly sold a paper copy of Fust’s Bible of 1462, with many of the illuminated initials cut out, to the library of the Arsenal, at Paris, for 100 louis d’or.  I only know that, if I had been librarian, he should not have had one half the money.

Now for Manoury the younger.  Old and young are comparative terms:  for be it known that the son is “age de soixante ans.”  Over his door you read an ancient inscription, thus: 

    “Battu, perce, lie, Je veux changer de main.”