. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). row cove. This path led among curious grot-toes embellished with flowering vines and plants,masses of cactus and Spanish bayonet. It was a Beautiful Bermuda t2f riotous tangle through which our party wanderedon the way to the calabash tree. By the rail of therustic bridge we looked down upon rough, sub-merged rock, covered with an odd spongy sea-growth, among which floated, in beautiful lazyindolence, the radiant angel fish and the red jawedgrouper. There were many other varieties dart-ing in and out of the rocky crevices, but the angelfish were th
. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). row cove. This path led among curious grot-toes embellished with flowering vines and plants,masses of cactus and Spanish bayonet. It was a Beautiful Bermuda t2f riotous tangle through which our party wanderedon the way to the calabash tree. By the rail of therustic bridge we looked down upon rough, sub-merged rock, covered with an odd spongy sea-growth, among which floated, in beautiful lazyindolence, the radiant angel fish and the red jawedgrouper. There were many other varieties dart-ing in and out of the rocky crevices, but the angelfish were the main attraction. The Love Welldamsel clapped her hands in an ecstasy of was her first look at the beauties. Others onthe bridge had seen them many times before—inBattery Park, New York. Here they floated innatural freedom, easy and graceful as a flash ofsilk. At this place the Artist made another sketch—this time of the rustic bridge, withthe Love Well damsel gazingdown into the rocky pool. Wefollowed Tom Moores route to the. 128 Isles in Summer Seas calabash tree, in the grassy hollow, wherethe poet dreamed and wooed the Muse. Inthe center of this plot a solitary date palmreared its head. At the far end the famouscalabash tree stood, naked of leaves andseemingly lifeless. It had a scant show oflimb and was, v^ithal, not much to look at. Be-neath it stood a very modem park bench and onthis several women in the party became groupedat once. All wanted to sit on the spot where theimmortal poet composed his Odes to Nea. Thebeautiful in the surroundings forced sentimenteven from the Artist, and while he worked out asketch, under the eyes of the Love Well dam-sel, he quoted freely from Moore: Last night, when I came from the Calabash tree,\Mien my limbs were at rest and my spirits were free,The glow of the grape and the dreams of the dayPut the magical springs of my fancy in play;And oh! such a vision as haunted me thenI would slumber for ages to witness again! Beaut
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