The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-06-28
The ISLAND OF JERSEY
n Haven for Tourists and q verlt-
able Paradise for the Honey
moons OF Loving Young
Couples.

But We loved with o love, which was more than
love, |
I and my Annabel Lee.
The exodus from the United States be-
comes greater every year and each steam
ship that leaves our shores will be laden
with passengers Of every ''sort and O
dition Of menu travelling, some on BUSH
ness, some for health. but most of them
in search of that most ephemeral bless
ing, pleasure. Those sailing from the
port of New York are bound directly for
the continent of Europe, and at this sea
on of the year, mainly for the northern
part.
Many have visited the principal cities
and places OF interest more than once,
and there are others whom the crowded
highways, the well known and travel-worn
routes havy become wearisome and al
most distasteful.
1t Is difficult to find q new point of in
terest for such persons, for the historical
memorials of Soudan are too dreary, h
designations of Paris pail upon them, the
bathing of Leonvilie becomes an indie
cency, the intellectually of Germany and.
du c0nfrdire, the whirriDg windmills OF
Holland become too wearisome; the
gloomy cathedrals, the empty palaces, the
endless picture galleries, and, above all,
Tho babel of almost unknown languages,
crowd upon the nerves and brain OF the
ordinary American tourist till he wishes
himself 'anywhere, anywhere out of it
ALL"
For such persons, and to those fortunate
beings who are just seeing a new world
through the rosy atmosphere of love; to
those seeking health and rest; also those
desiring, at small cost, an education for
their children, l would suggest a visit to
the little island of Jersey.
1t was one of the Channel island group,
1yinn hafWaan tho SnrIfhnrn nnaSf nf Enn.
land and northern part of France, near
Brittany. 1t is OF easy access from Lon
don, being but five hours journey from
Weymouth by a new line OF fine screw
steamers, and about ten hours from South
ampton, which, however, entails only two
and one-half hours journey in a railway
coach.
From Paris there is an express train to
st. Malo. at least as nearly express as is
ever permitted in France, excepting to the
Orient express, which does not go that
way. These trains arrive at st. Malo or
Granville in 10 or IL hours, and n steamer
plies daily i'm summer from each of these
points, arriving in about three hours at
Guernsey or Jersey, and vice versa.
Jersey lies more than three thousand
miles toward the East, where the morn
ing sun kisses the wavelets of the En-
glish Channel, churned into foa ming
wilderness by the conflicting waters of
the Irish Sea and German Ocean.
On that little island, scarcely larger
than many a farmstead of our western
country, are to be found all things beauti-
full. The nance of Jersey will surely re-
call the memories OF my leaders the
famous beauty an actress, Mrs. Langtry,
who, in her Worldwide reputation, bears
the pretty title Of the 'Jersey Lily"
In the old gray church at st. S~aviours,
on the steep hill above Government
House, OBLIGATED for many years Mrs.
Langtry's father the Rev. lie Breton, dean
of Jersey, and in the ston house in the
rear passed the childish days of the gold
en- haired darling, pet and ~favorite of the
six older brothers. But the white-haired
old man is at rest now, and his children
scattered afar.
As l said before, in this favored spot
are to be found all things beautiful,
scenes to inspire painter or poet, whether
rugged, lovely or picturesque.
A month snatched from a honeymoon
trip, such as are now INDUCED lad nau-
scum" by our fashionable bellies, would
be fraught with eyersweet remembrances.
The numerous bays of this little island,
'horned like the moon," the jutting capes
OF either end rising suddenly, as though
to bar the retreat of the emerald tide
which daily clasps the golden sand and
returns to mingle indistinctly with the
brilliant sky, which is of a tint seldom
found in this latitude, must excite our adj
miration. The interior is mapped with
lovely highways, rivaling the green lanes
OF England, SO famous in song and story,
and as we drive under the arched and
leafy roadways we come upon many a
charming hamlet, nestled aroun an an
cient church, whose crumbling tomb
stones and Uncovered towers speak of
the generations who nav lived and loved
and now are buried beneath their falling
shadows.
The large pastures, where Craze the far
famed Jersey cattle, with their soft brown
eyes and sleek, mouse-colored sides, start,
fearful OF our approach, and tug at the
ropes which conflne their appetites to a
prescribed circle of the ~luxuriant grass.
The o~dd-looking French peasantry, too,
excite interest, the strange language or
patois, fla Jersiaise." is utterly %unintelli-
gible to our unframed ears; but they will
ingly offer us a draft of rich milk, and
gaze in speechless astonishment when we
remark that we are Americans, for heir
ideas OF Americans are mainly connected
with the wigwam and wampum.
To the jewellers OF our own land, whose
history is so new as to be almost within
the memory Of living man-the ancient
story OF this tiny place seems wonderful.
To climb the crumbling steps of Mont
Orgueil castle, and while overlooking
from its battlements, the adjacent coast
of France, the quiet bay and harbor, the
breezy I'M and peaceful surround
ings Of midsummer life. recall the fierce
battles that have ragged upon those slopes,
Wnere UNSUCCESSFUL ieauers were tuken
prisoners and placed 10 die "a miserable
death of starvation and exposure within
sight of their friends in the cages which
still hang high above our heads upon the
castle walls.
And we can fancy how softly Bonnie
Prince Charlie "crept' in the midnight
darkness down the fight of steps where
is moored now, as then. a tiny rowboat,
wherein waited n poor sailor boy, who, at
the risk of torture and death. carried him
in safety to his anxious friends on the OPP
posite coast of France.
And, as in many such ancient castles,
are the dark cells, the noisome dungeons,
where the toad and lizard dart from I'M
der our lingering footsteps as we think of
the weary lives dragged out i'm anguish