A Midsummer Drive Through the Pyrenees How comes it to pass, wondered a traveler, over twenty years ago, that, when the American people think it worth while to pay a visit to Europe almost exclusively to see Switzerland and Italy; when in 1860 twenty-one thousand Americans visited Rome and only seven thousand English; so few should think it worth while to visit the Pyrenees? It is certainly the only civilized country we have visited without finding Americans there before us. Is it accident or caprice, or part of a system of leaving it to the last, —which 'last' never comes? The feast is provided, —where are the guests? The French Pyrenees form one of the loveliest gardens in Europe and a perfect place summer holiday. The query is still unanswered to-day. The stream of summer journeyings to Europe has swollen to a river; it has overflowed to the Arctic Ocean, to the Baltic, to the Black Sea and the Mediterranean. The Pyrenees—a garden not only, but a land of sterner scenery as well, almost alone remain by our nation of travelers unvisited and unknown.