A PICTURESQUE BUILDING. (9 



harbor side, at the bottom of the hill, a little winding cove " makes in " — 

 a mere rift in the rocks, sp deep that no unsightly mud-banks are left 

 exposed, and where boats can easily make a landing at low tide. Here 

 stands the laboratory, sheltered from the ocean's winds, but overlooking 

 the beautiful harbor. 



ALEXANDER AGASBIZ. 



No one would suspect its purpose from the appearance of the build- 

 ing; all the prettiness of tasteful sea-side architecture — many-gabled roof, 

 outer stairways, external beams and braces, latticed porticoes, and slate- 

 brown paint, overgrown with masses of vinery — feigns romance rather 

 than the realism to which it is devoted. A few rods away, nearer the 

 shore, stands a windmill — not such an old-fashioned, shingle-sided relic as 

 those which used to flap their massive arms in the face of frightened 

 horses all around the ancient town, but a new and ingenious contrivance 

 of iron, which, if it adds nothing to the fair picture, at least does not 



