The Argosy — page 298: what you’re looking at

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On the South Coast. 279) But where will man not penetrate for business, pleasure, or for speculation? So the repose and seclusion of Bournemouth were doomed. The axe laid low many a tree; cruel gaps were made in the pine woods; monsters in the shape of houses began to rear their heads. The pine trees, affrighted, more and more withdrew and shrank out of life. More trees were laid low, more houses appeared. But land was not especially valuable in the first days, one would think ; and so many a house was blessed with quite a large piece of pleasure ground to its own exclusive self, and trees surrounded it with becoming dignity. Very pretty, very proper, but oh! how melancholy. — = mr " ul i 4 ° 1 t im if, a \ tt aan we = x = = == ih cant Pes CHRISTCHURCH, So it comes to pass that in these days, a handsome and even pretentious looking building stands “within its own grounds,” 1s approached by showy gates that swing-to behind you with quitea park-like sound: you walk up an avenue, “well timbered,” to an abode that might suit a retired Indian nabob of moderate views, or a dyspeptic alderman in search of ease, and you are surprised to find a small unobtrusive notice in a window announcing ‘‘Apartments to Let.” This, of course, has its advantages, not to be lightly esteemed. Who is not sick unto death of the interminable Terraces and Places, Crescents and Squares, of most of our seaside resorts? Do we not know the painful and reiterated experience of those long rows of bricks, whose very similitude to each other depresses one the very moment the agitation and excitement of leaving home and the subsequent journey are over; compelling one to rush back despairingly GOMINIGIOOKS (CO) im ONS