Scribner's magazine . there isno doubt that, at present, the beautifulsea-side estates which have been cutout of the coast - line from farthestMaine to the limits of the shore ofBuzzards Bay, during the last twentyyears, are among the most precious ofhuman possessions, and that the classof people seeking for them is increas-ing in direct ratio to the growth of re-lined civilization over the and more do we realize that aresidence at a summer watering-placehotel is apt to leave soul, mind, andbody jaded, and that to bang about inthe hot weather at fashionable beachesand promiscuous
Scribner's magazine . there isno doubt that, at present, the beautifulsea-side estates which have been cutout of the coast - line from farthestMaine to the limits of the shore ofBuzzards Bay, during the last twentyyears, are among the most precious ofhuman possessions, and that the classof people seeking for them is increas-ing in direct ratio to the growth of re-lined civilization over the and more do we realize that aresidence at a summer watering-placehotel is apt to leave soul, mind, andbody jaded, and that to bang about inthe hot weather at fashionable beachesand promiscuous springs may amuse fora fortnight, but suggests by the close 10 20 BY THE SEA of a season the atinosi)here of the corpsde ballet or a circus. We are learn-ing as a nation to rest in summer, in-stead of to gad, and those who havebeen the fortunate pioneers in the movement are indeed to be envied, forthough the sands of the sea are said tobe unnumbered, the coast of New Eng-land has its limitations. Beati possi-dentes !. -^ BY THE SEA By Anne Mayo Maclean The hoary sea, that throuprh a thousand years, To all the burdens of the hurrying streams Doth bare lier heart, ofttimes in troubled dreams Murmurs her secrets to unheeding ears. Such weight of knowledge beyond price her breast Doth hide, of sins undreamed and voiceless woe— A childs glad laugh beside the rivers flow. And all the love at countless brooks confessed. AVho waits alone beside her, as oppressed She stirs from some deep calm, and to and fro Ceaselessly tosses in her long unrest— Who waits with heart intent perchance shall be Listener to things no mortal heart hath guessed, And steal her secret from the whisj^ering sea.
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