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Those Arlesian days always come back to my memory with a peculiar glow and poignancy all their own. The town itself is one of the very fairest in the Rhone valley, beautiful in its ruins, in its situation, in the stately picturesqueness of its people. I never think of it but I am somehow reminded of Ariel's song: --
"_Of his bones are coral made; _ / _Those are pearls that were his eyes: _ / _Nothing of him that doth fade,_ / _But doth suffer a sea-change_ / _Into something rich and strange._"