A GARDEN IN VENICE 



of the calm poetic sea was broken by the splash 

 and frolic of a thousand bathers. 



It must have been the sun that coloured our 

 faces and called out such ohs of unfeigned amaze- 

 ment, that Armstrong forgot his engine, and the 

 tilted tip changed for the moment its tempting 

 charm for rigid straightness. To avoid the per- 

 manence of so dire a calamity I turned the boat's 

 head for home. 



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