They are very well executed, and worthy of minute attention.

An arcade of the time of the Renaissance, extremely beautiful, but incongruous, encloses these carvings.
But, perhaps, the most remarkable of all the churches of Bordeaux is St.
Seurin: its portico is one of the richest and most elaborate I ever saw, and the beauty and delicacy of its adornments are beyond description.
The church itself, except this precious _morceau_, is not so interesting as others; although here once reposed the body of the famous paladin, Rolando, whose body was brought, by Charlemagne, from Blaye.

There, on his tomb, rested his wondrous sword, Durandal, which was afterwards transported to Roquemador en Quercy.

This was the weapon with which he, at one stroke, clove the rock of the Pyrenees which bears his name.[13] His tomb and his bones must be sought elsewhere now, with those of many other of the knights who fell at Roncesvalles' fight.

Where his famous horn was deposited after it came from Blaye does not appear.
[Footnote 13: See description of _the Breche_, in the second volume of this work.] Another long ramble, which exhibited to us more of the curiosities of Bordeaux, brought us to the Roman building which still rises, in ruins, in one of the distant quarters of the town, and is called the Palais Gallien.