The record-union., 1891-09-05

spot more beautiful than the royal gar
dens at Kew, where the same land in
many instances has q profit-making
value of more than $600,0 per acre!
! Bournemouth is less than three hours
time from London, and is reached by the
London and Southwestern Railway. The
first scent of the sea is got at Poole.
Three miles more and you are at Bourne
| mouth. There are Bournemouth east
and west stations. These are set far out
from the crescent, pine-imbedded city,
ESo that those who come within the fairy
| place shall see no railway smoke and
CRIME, and never be disturbed by the
locomotives whistle. There is no dirt
nor poverty at BOurnemouth. The most
startling noise is the swell of the great
orchestral bands. Birds sing here as in
the wildwood. The primeval forest is
still standing, and the threnodies of the
wind III the pines 60 on and on when
night has stilled the birds.
Where the people have felled the pines
they have planted rhododendrons, the ar
butus, the laurestina, myrtle and bay,
and q myriad Of other shrubs and ever
green's instead. These grow on the
south coast in almost tropical luXuriance.
The silvery Bourne, springing among
the heath at klnSOn, scarcely more than
a blue thread here, shows the sinuous
valley depth, with the wide, fair city
gently ascending to the east and west.
Its journey is pathway through noble
garden. Just before it reaches the city
edge and the sea it wimples through an
evergreen and everShadoWed arboretum.
sweet, solemn and still. These gardens
are interlaced walks. drives and devious
| wooded hooks. Avenues OF ancient pines
are softly melOdiOuS here. The sun steals
through the Vaulted roof in hecks and
splinters of light. This is the famous
"Invalids' Walk"
oh,
are the most beautiful to be found in Eu-
rope. The shore is Il perfect crescent.
facing the south, twelve miles in length,
terminating Oh the east in the bold
Christchurch Head, and on the west in
the still bolder headland and stacks Of the
Old Harry Rocks. The foreshore, pene-
trated by one OF the handSomest piers in
England, is an eighth of a mile in width.
golden and level, with no pebble upon il
as large as a pea. Behind this, broke
only where the Bourne meets the sea and
shows its sides, terraced with superb
villas and almost palaces, is a continuous
Cliff Of pure sand, here and there indented
with tiny ''chines." The cliff is from lOO
to 800 feet in hight. All the Chimes are
merry burrows for children and lovers.
Lookout houses and shelters" line the
edge for miles above. By night the shore
is ablaze with light the sea ablaze with
harbor and sailing lights. By night OF
day the eye never rests upon the sea
without glimpses of hundreds of steam
ers and sails. Straight across the Solent,
toward France, is the Isle Of Wight, the
Needles foam white at their feet. The
| whole Is dream of majestic beauty and
repose. BournemOuth is ideal-for the
rich. The poor man can but look upon
it and steal the ravishing picture for dis
tant, striving hours.
Although BOurnemouth itself is new
one does not have to remain long a Wis
Itor to find it, its near headlands and
islands and its outlying moors and for
! eSts, rich i'll associative interest. In its
| beautiful st. Peters Church is a fine
memorial window to the poet Keble,
who died in the Evergreen Valley,''
leaving to the region the legacy of a
sanity name and blameleSs life Ancient
Swanage, just over there to the west be-
yond Old Harry Rocks, where time itself
seems dreaming, was the favorite haunt
of that grand man and noble writer.
Charles Kingsley.
Near is the Isle of Purbeck. Its dark
purple marble Is found in nearly every
cathedral of England. The same island
has also been made noted in the Life OF
Lord EldOn." He used to ''breathe long
columns OF air. here, it is related. When
he was Lord Chancellor and lived in Pur-
beck his mansion took fire, and through
this circumstance England temporarily
care
at the time of the cOnflagration, he told a
friend, was for the great seal, of which
the Lord Chancellor is custodian By
way Of securing it during the confusion
he buried it. The next morning when he
| came to reflect, he could not remember
the spot, and his whole family and ret
| lnue OF servants were set probing and
digging about the walks and carriage
ways until it was found.
AT Corfe Castle one is reminded thar
! Sir Christopher Hatton so loved the place
! for its healthtulneSs that he induced
! Queen Elizabeth to ALLEVIATE it from the
crown lands in his favor. The ivy does
not cling THICKER to old Heron Court, the
seat OF Lord Malemsbury, than do liter
ary associations. The founder of the
family wrote "Hermes,' perhaps the
greatest tome OF reasoning since the time
of Aristotle. When its author entered
the House of Commons Charles Fox
thought it no place for him, for the great
writer on grammar and harmony was
sure, in FoN's opinion, TO find neither
the one nor the other'' within that
august body. The late Lord Chancellor
Cairns lived and died at Bournemouth
and is splendidly remembered in the
| Cairns Memorial Hall. Among the heath
hills of near New Forest, you may sec
the relic tree of KING William Rufus. and
at Stony Cross Hill is the stone set up tC
the memory of the same red-headed
ruf1ian whom Tyrrel shot purposely OF
by accident.
Then there is the noble minister al
! Wlmbourne, the wonderful old Norman
priory at Christchurch, and everywhere
along shore, among the chimes and caves
OF Illly Whim, mementoes of smugglers
and pirates. Not so very long ago the
freebooters did thriving trade between
this coast and the opposite coast ot
| France. The coast guards many time
found their match in these daring fell.
ows, and blood was let nearly as often as
brandy and tea were taken. The coast.
wise folk believed smuggling no crime
and one who lost his life battling against
law died the hero's death. In Kinson
Churchyard you may still read this in
scriptiOn over the grave of one who fell
by the hands of the crown myrmidons
TO the memory of Robert Trotman, late
of Royd, in the County of Willis, who was
barbarously murdered on the shore near
Poole, on the 24th of March, l7G5.
- y little tea, one leaf I did not steal,
For guiltless blood I TO God appeal;
Put tea in one scale, human blood in 'tother
brother"
If there is a shrine in England sacred tx
the poet Shelley it is here at Bourne
mouth. He was born at Field Place. ir
the County of Sussex, and was drowned
in the Gulf of Spezzia In July, 1872. Hi:
oody was recovered ana was inferred II
the burial place at Rome for Protestant
strangers. Mary Woolstonecroft Shell
ley, his wife, died near Bournemouth
and was buried February. 1851. She was
d years OF age at the time of her death
Their son, Sir Percy Bysshe Shelley
died two years since AT the family seat
near Bournemouth, where his widow
Lady Shelley, still resides. They had nc
children, and the title Of Baronet passed
to Colonel Shelley Of Arlington nea,
Winchester. The latter is nephew tC
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