The Argosy — page 212: what you’re looking at

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Where shall I Spend my Holidays ? 195 One great advantage is that this is equally suitable as a winter and summer resort. I have omitted to say that the visitors are composed chiefly of teachers of elementary schools, post-office clerks, and girls employed in shops, warehouses, &c. The visit 1s not limited to a special period ; but, upon application for admission, intending visitors are requested to state, if possible, the length of time they wish to remain, in order to prevent disappointment. The beds are often bespoken weeks in advance, and as one visitor leaves in the morning, another fills her place at night. Some visitors remain only a week, others a fortnight, many a month; and some have stayed the entire winter, and then left reluctantly. The railway fare from London or Bristol to Torre is reduced to one half by application to the Rev. John Hewett, vicar of Babbi- combe ; and the return ticket is available for one month: this con- siderably lessens the expenses of the journey. — i Kap SOR LOVE’S BANISHMENT. “ Ou, Tyrant Love,’’ I said, ‘‘ I need thee not ; I will not waste my hours in fruitless woe, In sighing for the sunshine of thy smiles— So thou, oh Love, must go. ‘* The world,” I said, ‘‘is fair without thee, Love; Let others own thee master—I am free. Thy throne remaineth empty in my-heart; I have no need of thee.”’ But the sun fell and all the sky grew dark, The flowers faded and the songbirds slept, And on the border of a desert plain, I, weary, lay and wept. Then numbers passed me, singing on their way Towards a fair city on the heights afar; Who answered, when I questioned of their light: ‘‘ Love is our guiding star!” And one drew near from out that joyous throng Beseeching me to call love back again: ‘‘ Love will repay thee,” so he whispered low, ‘For all thine hours of pain: ‘* Love will remove the many stones and briars That line the pathways where thy feet must roam——’ So I was fain to open wide my heart, And pray ‘‘ Oh Love, come home!”’ Mik EORNICLOOOKS