The Argosy — page 142: what you’re looking at

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The Channel Islands. 129 left. To the right was a large building bought by the Jesuits, originally the Imperial Hotel, in size and importance eclipsing all other hotels in Jersey. At the top of the hill we passed St. Saviour’s Church, largest but not oldest in the island. Prince’s Tower was our first halting-place. Grey walls overgrown with ivy gave it a romantic look, and whatever its age, it at least seemed very ancient. It is built on rising ground, surrounded by trees and wild tangle that in Jersey ought to be appreciated. From the top, you have a view of almost the whole island. Jersey lies before you like a fair garden, green and undulating, not hilly. Every inch of ground seems cultivated or otherwise utilised. Bordering the sea-shore, one traces a white line of steam, as the train goes to and fro on its short railway journey. Beyond, lies the shimmering water, with the rocks that rise thereout like pinnacles. Far away, right and left, are the white cliffs of France. A very pleasant and lovely picture, bathed as it was in sunshine; whilst, over all, the blue sky threw its magic influence. But we could not linger long; nor was it necessary; and soon the car was once more bowling through green lanes, between tall hedges. On Satur- day we had been below them, now we were above: commanded wayside houses and green fields; felt ourselves superior to the cabbage stalks. Straight across to Bouley Bay ; one of the prettiest, wildest, most romantic parts of the island. Here a wooded valley or ravine was almost grand, reminding one in a small way of some of the Black Forest scenery. It swept down to the sea, where a single house overlooked the calm waters in stately solitude. The cliffs were high, bold and substantial. CORNICE OC) “S (E(©)