CHAPTER IV. 
THE JERSEY COAST. 
“A Girl from New Jersey.” 
Wry is it that every one who visits New Jersey 
comes away with an ecstatic impression of Jersey 
girls that he never can forget? Lovely they are, it 
is true, but net more beautiful than other fair ones 
of America ; affable, gentle, graceful, sprightly—but 
these qualities are common in our angel-favored 
country. Yet no one that has been blessed with 
their company can forget them, but carries for ever 
in his heart the image of one, if not two or three, 
Jersey girls. 
These reflections were suggested to the writer by 
the recollection of his first trip, many years ago, to 
the Jersey coast. The summer had been oppres- 
sively hot, and being detained in town during the 
fore part of August, he was glad to avail himself of 
the first chance to escape from the city and betake 
himself to the cool, invigorating breezes of the sea- 
shore. Not knowing precisely what route to follow, 
he trusted himself on board the train without any 
definite destination, and, upon inquiry, was informed 
that a good place for bay-shooting was at Tommy 
Cook’s, near the coast, and about four miles from 
