FOR THE GIRLS.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 171, 21 July 1928, Page 2 (Supplement)

FOR THE GIRLS.

THE BELLS OF BRITTANY, WENDY CHATS ABOUT THEM. My Dear Girls, — I wonder if you have ever thought what sweetness and joy I—il. bring to us in our daily lives? We are so used to them we t»lr» Kg)notice, but it would be a dull old world without them. In story and son* they play their part. Who among us have not delighted to raise L ~ihhv young voices, and just let ourselves go when singing that jolly old dio™. "The Bells of St. Mary's?" On the Continent there are many peals of bells. The bells of old Bruges Cathedral, with its wonderful chimes, are world-famous. I expect you have seen the quaint brooches that come from there—five golden bells suspended on a bar. No one ever leaves lovely old-worid Braces without one. A pretty story is told of the bells of Brittany, that delightful province of France, where artists and writers love to dream away a quiet holiday. The Breton fishermen will tell you of the fabled town of Ys (pronounced Yss), which is supposed to have been swallowed up by the tea at some unknown time. There are several places along the coast which are pointed out as tfce imaginary city, and the fishermen have many strange tales to tell of it. According to them, when the sea is rough, the spires of the churches may be seen in the hollow of the waves. During a calm, the music of their bells ringing out the hymn appropriate to the day, rises sweetly over tha waters. So, girls, if ever you go to lovely Brittany, the old fisherman who rowed you along will point to the spot, and, resting on his oars, sing tin# quaint doggerel: The bells of Ys are ringing Beneath the sea to-day. Sweet childish voices singing. Listen I Stianger! Dos't thou catch the lay? Of course, there are bells less romantic, which we all know—die school bell, which we are often lato for; the dinner bell, which wo are always in time for. When I am in the country, a even the hollow sound of the . ff humble old cow-bell echoing ll through the bush has • charm of its °wn. Yes, I love bells, they are such homely things.