. The Argosy. moment, when, as weare told, ones whole past frequently rises up in an instant of time ?What the reawaking of the next instant, when time and change wereended ? Alas, poor Shelley ! Unhappy in this world, let us hope forthe best in regard to that to which his summons came so early. Leaving the church, you look over into the meadows throughwhich the river runs so calmly—a contrast to the life we have justtouched upon. The scene is fair, and quiet with the quiet of On the South Coast. 287 centuries. This grand building has grown old and gray upon itsbanks; dynasties and religions h
. The Argosy. moment, when, as weare told, ones whole past frequently rises up in an instant of time ?What the reawaking of the next instant, when time and change wereended ? Alas, poor Shelley ! Unhappy in this world, let us hope forthe best in regard to that to which his summons came so early. Leaving the church, you look over into the meadows throughwhich the river runs so calmly—a contrast to the life we have justtouched upon. The scene is fair, and quiet with the quiet of On the South Coast. 287 centuries. This grand building has grown old and gray upon itsbanks; dynasties and religions have passed away \ generations havecome and gone; but, youthful and vigorous as ever, the river stillflows onward to the sea. You turn from it all, and wend your way back to Bournemouth,leaving the little town of Christchurch behind, and once moreapproach the pine groves and fir-clad heights, and pretentious,secluded villas, where everything looks so proper and so respectable,so depressing and so Chichester Cathedral. Nevertheless, there is a great deal to be said in favour of Bourne-mouth : its individuality, and small resemblance to any other place;the absence of Sophronia Terraces, and Alleluia Crescents; in thatits sands do not become the bear garden of the ordinary sea-sideresort, devoted to negro minstrels, and wandering photographers, andall that army of nursemaids and children—juveniles that surely wereinvented for the everlasting plague and punishment of man. It hasmany interesting spots in its neighbourhood. The cliffs of thebeautiful Isle of Wight are ever a point of interest before you, stretch-ing across the blue waters of the Channel. And the sunsets, I havesaid, often magnificently crown the day. From Bournemouth to Bognor, as the crow flies, is a comparativelyshort distance, but as the train takes you it is miserably left Bournemouth one morning at eleven oclock, and reached my 2SS On the South Coast destination not until past five. E
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