Astonishment would be his companion while reading its packed pages, also while turning the leaves of _L'Oeuvre de Rembrandt_, decrit et commente, par M.Charles Blanc, de l'Academie Francaise.

This sumptuous folio he picked up second hand and conveyed home in a cab, because it was too heavy to carry.

Now he is fairly started on his journey through the Rembrandt country, and as he pursues his way, what is the emotion that dominates him?
Amazement, I think.
Let me illustrate the extent and character of his amazement by describing a little incident that happened to him during a day's golfing at a seaside course on the following Saturday.
The approach to the sixteenth green is undeniably sporting.

Across the course hangs the shoulder of a hill, and from the fastnesses of the hill a brook gushes down to the sea through the boulders that bestrew its banks.
Obliged to wait until the preceding couple had holed out, our citizen and golfer amused himself by upturning one of the great lichen-stained boulders.

He gazed into the dank pit thus disclosed to his eyes, and half drew back dismayed at the extraordinary activity of insect life that was revealed.