Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 144 of 400
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Among the Welsh. 129 train. And now, far off, it may be between two ranges of green hills, you see a blue expanse of water, with white-winged boats upon its surface, that plunges you at once into an ecstasy and a delight. In a moment you are a newman. If enervated before, you are braced up as if by magic. A few moments ago you felt unequal to the most trifling exertion ; now you are ready for deeds of daring. The whole nervous system is revolutionised at the merest glimpse of the sea. What power has it which thus affects not the body only but the very soul of man? for we are transformed as much in the spirit as in the flesh, and if the one would do doughty deeds, the other feels equal to martyrdom. All the troubles of life, the night- mares of existence, the very skeletons in our closets, fall from us, and cease their gnawing, and are remembered no more. Is it thatthe @ shortness of time is # realised when face @ to face with this 4 eternal sea, which = ebbs and flows and remains the same ; from generation to 3am generation? Do we zsh realise that, after all, (WW =csseanee the longest life and WG ag ay we the keenest suffer- uy; } Be gO ANY Wf ing pass as a tale °"™ 7 ey mes wis Ne a that is told? Or is ANY " it that eternity itself RHUDDLAN. is realised, and that however hard the journey, or severe the cross, or dark the night, the dawn is never far off which will herald in the everlasting daylight ? The train passed on ‘‘ by hill and vale and sea,” until it stopped at Rhyl, whose sole attraction lies in its sea and sands. These undoubtedly are enough to make it what the French would call the “ paradise of children.” The town is dull and uninteresting, and shows few signs of energy or enterprise; but it has a very long esplanade or pro- menade, an endless line of houses facing the water, a fine beach. And, after all, those who go to Rhyl during the summer months, go for the sea and the air and not for the town. It is a splendid sea, and a long pier is washed by its waves. The sands are excellent, so flat and broad that a whole population might encamp thereon, and not find themselves unpleasantly crowded ; whilst: anxious mothers, losing sight of their(to them, if to no one else) precious. GOmiGoooks (SO)