. The Argosy. p from their half closed blossoms tears of balm. In darkness dull it lies, All that we prize—All that we seek to earn with sacrifice Of toil and tears, For many days and years,And clasp, and call our own, but cannot keep !—Frail as a dream of sleep, A cloud that flies, A flower that dies, Here lies. C. M. Gemmer. 10: the SALISBURY AND STONEHENGE: A Charles W. Wood, Author of Round About Norway. DRIVING through theNew Forest district,but forsaking its finestparts; crossing lovelystretches of moorland, andgiving opportunity to anoast wind, if prevalent, tofind you out;
. The Argosy. p from their half closed blossoms tears of balm. In darkness dull it lies, All that we prize—All that we seek to earn with sacrifice Of toil and tears, For many days and years,And clasp, and call our own, but cannot keep !—Frail as a dream of sleep, A cloud that flies, A flower that dies, Here lies. C. M. Gemmer. 10: the SALISBURY AND STONEHENGE: A Charles W. Wood, Author of Round About Norway. DRIVING through theNew Forest district,but forsaking its finestparts; crossing lovelystretches of moorland, andgiving opportunity to anoast wind, if prevalent, tofind you out; now pass-ing through a primitivevillage, where countrycarts are in process ofbuilding, and men areturning, joining and ham-mering for their lives ; andnow rapidly descending asteep bit of hill, you atlength reach Downton, aplace of some slight in-terest to the were late for thetrain that morning, butnot too late. We hadtraced the steam runningthrough the country, andI before we were near The Cloisters. train had stopped at the station lon^The mare, as if willing to show us what stuff she was made of, dasheddown the incline at a killing pace, and was up the station hill in whatseemed less than no time. The station-master called out that wewere too late ; but before the train was on the move we were safelypacked in, rugs, traps, and all, and the tickets brought to us. Thealter ego in this instance was my good host of the Compton Arms,who, having occasion to visit Salisbury, had taken the opportunity ofdriving me so far on the road to do the remainder of the journey onhis own account. Before many minutes had elapsed, the famous spire of Salisburycame into view, and the train passed on to the platform. I now feltI had left behind me the New Forest and all its pleasant influences;its great solitudes, its glades and avenues, its wealth of autumn more I was in the midst of a bustling town, with long streets Salisbury and Stonehcnge. 203 and commonp
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