A little farther along, the road branches in two di- 
‘rections. It is better to keep to the right and follow this 
Toad as it leads to the lighthouse and “Mother Ann,” both 
_ of interest to the tourist. Before we reach the lighthouse 
_ we see on our left fronting the ocean a large dark house 
h stone towers. This is the “Ramparts,” the valuable 
ate of the Raymonds of Cleveland, O., formerly the 
_ property of the late railroad magnate, Henry C. Rouse of 
- Cleveland and New York. The house was erected within 
os banks of the old Civil War fort and Mr. Rouse had 
the turf banks restored. There are a great many acres 
of natural beauty surrounding the house, a part of the 
state. The charming place to the right, on the point, 
before we reach the lighthouse, is “Finisterre,”’ the sum- 
_ mer estate of John Clay, the cattle magnate of Chicago. 
The Clays have been coming to Gloucester for years. 
Visitors are permitted to go up into the lighthouse 
and from the top we can get an interesting view of the 
long Dog Bar Breakwater at the entrance of Gloucester 
harbor. 
_ At the left of the lighthouse, as we stand in the road, 
_ the natural wonder of “Mother Ann,” so-called, is seen. It 
_ resembles the contour of an old woman in a reclining 
posture. It is formed by the natural adjustment of large 
granite boulders and outlined against sea and sky. Her 
face is almost perfect, even to the eyelids and the jagged 
surface of the rocks makes her flesh appear wrinkled. 
_ Poets have sung of her steady and solumn gaze, the salt 
tears in her eyes, bemoaning the never-returning mariner 
end fisherman, but the optimist has spoken of her smile 
at the sun that shines through many a dark storm. How- 
ever, its “the smile that won’t come off,’”’ and in this she is 
like many a Gloucester mother that gives up her. son to 
the uncertainty of the deep, but wears a smile filled with 
a wonderful optimism and the hope for a happy and safe 
return. “Old Mother Ann” was discovered in 1892 by 
Capt. William H. Thompson, a retired sea captain and a 
summer resident of East Gloucester. 
Starting from “Mother Ann,” we continue along the 
beautiful shore drive, through the lovely wild shrubbery 
of the moors, where the honeysuckle and pepper woo 
“mingled with the bayberry, scents the air. The great 
rocks along the entire route are buff, pink and brown, 
touched with rich lavenders and greens. The surf at 
the base of these crags, lifting in white wooly masses out 
of the vivid blue, gives us a picture truly satisfying to the 
eoul of a nature lover. The most wonderful rocks are 
Brace’s rock and adjoining cliffs. They are beautifully 
colored through the magic touch of time and mother 
nature. 
of land, separating the Niles Pond and the ocean, we see 
Brace’s Cove and stretch of beach. Ahead of us the 
Continuing along the road over the narrow belt 
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earth, winding in and out ot the green grass and shrub- 
bery, until it disappears in a graceful curve at the other 
de of the shore. It invites us to continue on along the 
coast and soon we are passing through a part of the East- 
ern Point golf links. At length we reach Grape Vine 
Cove, where the large Jacob S. Loose mansion of old 
English architecture is being erected, and where stands 
high upon the cliffs the dignified mansion “Felsenmeer,” 
the former property of ex-Congressman Sloat T. Fassett 
of Elmira, N. Y., now the estate of James C. Farrell of 
Albany, N. Y. Grape Vine Cove, named because 
of the wonderful growth of wild grapevine prevalent 
there—at one time, is one of the choicest and most 
picturesque spots along the coast. It is pleasing to note 
that Mr. Loose and ex-Congressman Fassett have pre- 
served the natural beauty by purchasing many acres of 
lovely land surrounding their mansions. 
We now proceed along the rocky shore, the sea’s 
intone continually near, until we reach High Popples, 
where are located the fine estates of John Bowler and his 
brother Alexander Bowler. The former is called “High 
Cliff Lodge” and the latter “Twin Light Manor.” Out 
ahead of us, lies Thatcher’s Island with its twin light- 
houses, the most noted beacons on the American sea- 
coast, built of solid granite. ' 
We are soon at Bass Rocks, the first hotel seen being 
the “Moorland” and its cottages, and after following the 
picturesque road in a semi-circle, past the row of fine 
summer. houses, we come at length to the bathing beach, 
Good Harbor Beach, one of the most beautiful and popu- 
lar beaches on the North Shore. Here hundreds of bath. 
ers daily take their plunge in clean invigorating water of 
the deep sea. Brier Neck, Salt Island, Thatcher’s and 
Milk Island lie beyond. If we drive up through a short 
road to the left of the bathhouse, we come to the Hotel 
Thorwald, the most exclusive hostelry hereabouts, behind 
which lies the noted Bass Rocks golf links, a fine 18-hole 
course. The club has a large membership of wealthy 
summer residents and the clubhouse, situated up along 
the next road, Beach avenue, is a mecca for tea parties, 
lovers of Terpsichore. Here, also, people wishing to 
watch the players on the links may sit in quiet enjoyment 
of both game and wonderful picture of moor and ocean 
beyond. 
Concluding our drive at East Gloucester, we pass by 
the Hotel Thorwald straight down to the beginning of 
Atlantic road, and turning to the left we connect with 
Bass avenue. Here an attractive open country stretches 
to the right and left of us until we reach the big trolley 
car stable. Turning to the right at this point connects 
us with the road leading to the city proper, where we 
started on our drive to East Gloucester. 
CRINISTERRE,” the beautiful home of Mr. and Mrs. 
John Clay of Chicago and Eastern Point, Glouces- 
ter, is usually filled with house-guests at this time of the 
‘season. In honor of the house-party this week, Mrs. 
Clay gave a dinner Monday night of twenty covers. The 
guests were Mr. and Mrs. A. Wilder Pollard, Mr. and 
Mrs. John Greenough, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Stewart, 
~ Mr. and Mrs. Drake of the Gloucester colony; A. Shuman 
and Mrs. August Weil of Beverly Cove; Edward Nesbit, 
_ M. P., and four daughters of Woodstock, Canada; and 
the house-guests, Mrs. E. Brooks of Washington; John 
Forest of Dixon, Ill.; and Mrs. C. Robinson and Miss 
Muriel Paddon of Chicago. Mr. Nesbit and his daugh- 
ters were touring and made a short visit with the Clays. 
The grounds surrounding this home, on the tip of the 
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Point, never looked more attractive than now. <A wealth 
of August flowers are fringing the lawns and are growing 
a‘rong every possible cranny of the rocks which abound 
on the rocky..point. Many brilliant clusters are noted 
here and there on the lawn and the piazza is still showing 
the remains of its pink rambler crop. The tennis court 
is an attractive feature of the place, and from it an ex- 
ceptionally fine view of Gloucester harbor with its myriad 
fishing and pleasure craft can be seen. Not everybody 
on the Point owns a boat, but there is a goodly number 
belonging to many in the colony, that are seen spreading 
their white wings in the vicinity of the Clay home. 
In-order to come back, it is necessary for the average 
man to lighten his load of foolishness. 
