Old St Augustine; a story of three centuries . where once the toiling rope-ferrycrawled from shore to shore. You may listen to its tell-ing all day long in the discordant din of a steam saw-mill, on the site where once the sentinels alerta passedalong the line and angry artillery thundered; and youmay hear it again at night, in the evening melodies ofthe great hotel, by whose ambitious turrets the frowningbattlements of Fort Marion—once so impressive fromthe harbor—have been dwarfed and belittled. So the old has passed away; and by shortsighted van-dalism the ancient landmarks have been levele
Old St Augustine; a story of three centuries . where once the toiling rope-ferrycrawled from shore to shore. You may listen to its tell-ing all day long in the discordant din of a steam saw-mill, on the site where once the sentinels alerta passedalong the line and angry artillery thundered; and youmay hear it again at night, in the evening melodies ofthe great hotel, by whose ambitious turrets the frowningbattlements of Fort Marion—once so impressive fromthe harbor—have been dwarfed and belittled. So the old has passed away; and by shortsighted van-dalism the ancient landmarks have been leveled with the 124 Old St. Augustine. ground; but with the destruction of these moss-grownmonuments the towns three centuries have not beenblotted out, nor is their story taken away; and as hereand there the remnants of some venerable wall yet endure,so the romance of the Old St. Augustine of yesterdayremains, to add its charm to those of the fountains andthe gardens, the waving palms and the perfumed grovesof the new St. Augustine of
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