Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-07-26

~ ".oie every gldnce duu pheooA, "
inspiration, or to roam the breezy heights
on either hand, or dream by the cliffs that
guard the shore. If all the deep and elo-
quent thoughts that have been uttered here
were recorded they would make the rarest
volume And here are throngs Of attractive
women from the dainty girl wholly ABSORBED
In the fancy of 'drawn work"-one such mas
even been to Fayal to learn new st1tches-
TO her commanding sisters who as Pnllan-
throplsts, teachers, authors, SOCIAL forces,
help to mold the world
From Appledore to the Others.
The last passenger has landed. The
steamer glides on its way. The place re-
treats from your gaze. and as you pass the
broad hill of Appledore you note its YER
dant knolls and hollows, and its pretty pa
villon overlooking the scene Below the
hill Is the only habitation on Appledore
apart from the housing of summer visitors
the rough but tidy house of thrifty n or.
wegian, who to fishing adds the raising OF
such flowers as his northern skill can tempt
to unfold on the bare slope-marigolds, as
| ters, nasturtiums, sweet peas, and many an-
other brightly-tinted bloom-fowers which,
| tied into nosegays, are sold daily by his
falr-haired little daughters.
Turning the point you enter the Shoals
harbor, and lol Star Island and White
Crossing the sheltered water whose craft
lie moored for the night, you land at Star,
| and walk up the fower-bordered path feel
ing that you have, indeed, left the world
| and its frets behind Appledore is larger
| and greener, but for pure delight commend
me to Star-so high, so airy, so open that to
dwell here is like being in steady ship at
sea! Somewhere a cool breeze is always
blowing; the sea and the neighboring islands
1ia III IL o,,I ind
seems to blow and cloud to sail for Its
special delectation. It is really but mass
Of rocks scarcely hidden by the soil, and the
smooth lawn which extends before you to
the water was made by covering this part of
the old site of Gosport with earth brought
from afar.
Sparkling Gems for tho Mariner.
How peaceful is the view across the har-
borl Opposite lies Appledore, and beyond
it and the islands which almost shut out the
ocean to the sight you catch q glimpse of
Duck Island, on whose ledges, even In calm
weather, the waves dash high in spray, while
to the left are the miles Of weltering water
fronting the New Hampshire coast. Before
you are the yachts with watch set and white
wings folded, the music of their bells COM
ing family, now and then, to the ear, and
beside them ride the fishing boats, eager for
the morning.
The superb revolving light of White Is
land, nearly mile away, flashes across the
waves to greet you-White Island, with its
steep rock and lofty tower, one of the most
picturesque spots on the Atlantic seaboard,
a gem set in the deep. And if you will but
take few steps up the ledge you can see
the star Of Newburyport and the 'twin
lights of Cape Anne" while to the right
Newcastle displays its coronet of electric
IL i-I4 IS
Portsmouth and far Boone Island. These
are some of the charms OF evening, but with
every hour
There Is a Changing Panorama.
The sea reflects the blue or gray of tho
sky. Sometimes through mirage or floating
yapors the horizon disappears, heaven and
earth are blended and the distant ships seem
sailing in the clouds; and sometimes, when
storms have passed, and there is not film
in the air between Canada and the coast, the
dim pyramid of Mount Washington rises in
the north, 100 miles away. Peerless State
that has this regal summit for its throne and
Star Island for its footstool!
Now the lively strains Of the orchestra
steal from the dancing hall, for this is "Star
night" with the band which divides Its time
between the two islands. Perhaps you re-
spond to the enticing summons, and watch
as they whirl through the latest complf-
Gated figure or fill the room with the echoes
of their steps in an old-fashioned reel More
likely you turn from the brilliant hall to
the silence and the beauty out Of doors and
climb the rocks to the quaint old church
whose weather vane, q slender fish, glitters
in the risen moon; the church which stands
on this wave-washed cliff "like sea fowl
on it's perch" as Miss Jewett happily ex-
presses it; most artistic in it's naturalness
and fitness and harmony, Its gray walls
supporting ledge.
Recalls the Olden Times.
You see the spectral moonbeams falling
through the open belfry and lighting the
plain interior worn with the footsteps of
vanquished population, The great gathering
of guests, with Its sights and sounds gives
place in your fancy to the fishing village of
old with its rough men and women, the
strong, hearty race, wrestling their living
from the uncertain sea. They throng the
cliffs; they call to each other from the boats;
their jovial songs ring up from the cove;
they bemoan their dead; their happy couples
walk apart and pity the poor girl who seeks
the loneliest rock to lament her lover lost in
the winter storm.
What! Do their ghosts yet haunt the hill?
Who are these coming down the seaward
path with swift swinging gait as if bent on
some midnight tryst? Only sailors from
yacht in the harbor, fastening back after
ramble on shore. No, the old islanders have
gone forever, and you might watch through
the summer darkness till the sun rose over
Katahdin, but you would never see man or
woman of them more. So you follow the
retreating forms to the corridor, and, at
tended by the great company Of stars-for
the heavens seem fuller here than elsewhere
and with the encompassing ocean to chant
your lullaby, pass to the chamber of your
repose.
Story of the Morning Sum.
How delicious are the mornings here with
the cool breeze rippling the water, and the
sun facing you gloriously as if these islands
were his only oarel But long before his
coming the yachts have spread their white
wings for Bar Harbor or Marblehead or
Newport, or wherever the whim of the oc-
cupants may lead them, and the fishing
boats have sped eagerly to the near banks |
where the great cod wait the fortunate |
sportsman who shall surpass the record of |
one caught here whose weight was 76 |
pounds.
Hark! the low thunder Of the waves as |
they dash against the shore with the incom- |
ing tide. The harbor is still and you take |
your way past the church more beautiful by |
day with the orange lichens elinging to its |
walls and tinting the gray rocks around, and |
cross the Lodges thinly clothed with summer |
green to the eastern side, where the cliffs |
mass themselves and tower to breast the |
whole force of the Atlantic You gain the |
cliffs and as you seat yourself on some |
smooth-worn stone with the whole splendor |
of ocean breakers and breasting rocks at your |
feet, with the dreamy distant sails, the |