The Argosy — page 150: what you’re looking at

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The Channel Islands. 137 governor, and prepares its bills on white satin. The performance was excellent, the clowns were witty, and fair equestrians jumped through hoops and burst the bonds of an alarming amount of tissue paper. Everybody was amiable and appreciative, and when the end came, and the audience were dismissed to the strains of the National Anthem, it was a truly loyal crowd that dispersed to the four quarters of St. Helier. ‘There is nothing like putting people into a good humour to set them glowing with themselves and all around them, and bring out their best qualities and good emotions. We walked home under the starshine. Wonderfully bright and flashing were these heavenly bodies. No sooner do you get away orn ee OF Oe ew ewe NEAR GREVE DE LECcQ. from this good old England than the fact strikes you, and the stars arrest your attention. We must pay for our privileges. A heavy atmosphere makes living not half the existence it is in purer climes. There we tread on air, and life, apart from its care and fret—that old man of the sea that we most of us have to carry on our backs— is one long, happy day. We see things at their best, and all that is noble in man appears to come uppermost, and Heaven seems nearer. I have mentioned Gréve de Lecq as being the spot that impressed me in Jersey next to Rozel. For a sojourn of any length one would even give it the preference. There was something indefinably attrac- tive about its small bay and substantial stone pier, the fine heights on either side, the rocks and points of land beyond. It was delicious to lie upon the reddish sands that threw a sort of glow over every- thing, and listen to the surging of the incoming tide, or the ripple of an inland stream that here emptied itself into the sea. We had CONMIEIOOKS (E©)