FLORIDA DAYS.


 the coin gently between his tremulous fingers.
 "This one was found in a crevice in the court-
 yard. Perhaps some Spanish soldier dropped
 it,-it's a Spanish coin,-see? A lady found
 it. A lady in a gay frock, with a great white
 umbrella, walking up and down in the sunshine.













 It seems strange to see the ladies in their pretty
 dresses here, and then think about other days.
Well, a lady does n't know a soldier's life.
There was a time when that court was full of
soldiers, and there was the roar of cannon from
the ramparts,- those very cannon lying buried
in the grass in the barbican, and green with
mould now,- and there were the scream of