NORTH SHORE BREEZE and Reminder II 
provements, characteristic in many ways to the natural 
scenery of Beverly. The famous Singing Beach is here, 
and Smith’s Point—once owned by the late Dr. Bartol, 
now divided into numerous estates. The natural is strictly 
adhered to,—a perfect garden and with its winding drives 
developing constantly changing and interesting views. 
Manchester has its fine yacht club and also the world 
known Essex County club with its splendid golf links. 
It was the writer’s intent not to mention especially 
any particular owner or estate in this article, but in a way 
he feels that there is one worthy of special mention, name- 
ly, that of Mr. George R. White. A typical French chateau 
is “Lilleothea,” and a perfect ‘one, as every detail is of tne 
same period, and the connoisseur trembles with delight not 
to find architectural features centuries separated. ‘The es- 
tate overlooks Manchester, Salem and Beverly harbors. 
The grounds, treated in a naturalistic way, indeed lend 
charm. Ihe sunset from this view is unexcelled. Mr. 
White we heartily congratulate in his success and all 
thank him for such development. 
A few miles’ drive through the famous Essex woods 
brings us to the fine old town of Essex, known as the 
birthplace of the Gloucester fishing vessels, until late un- 
developed as to summer residents; recently, however, 
large land transfers have been made and others are in 
view. From the hills of Essex the views are unsurpassed. 
Away, stretching to the northward, are the sand dunes; 
just beyond is Ipswich Bay; all about toward the west are 
the fine forests and farms. The wonder is that Essex 
was, until recently, undiscovered as a summer resort. 
No better investment can, in the 
writer’s opinion, be made. I write 
this as a plain statement of facts and 
in no mercenary sense. 
Now a visit to Magnolia, a well 
known summer resort. It has its tea 
houses and hotels together with a 
great number of modern residences. 
Beautiful and sublime are its borders 
on the sea side; here rolls the Atlan- 
tic, and an easterly storm is worth a 
world’s journey to behold, especially 
in the vicinity of Rafe’s Chasm and 
Norman’s Woe, so well known through ‘The Wreck of 
the Hesperus.” 
Just beyond is Gloucester. And who need say a 
word so well known is this fine old city. Young Ham- 
mond makes his home there. Yes, those tall poles are 
used by him in wireless experimental work. "Tis rather 
curious to watch that yacht working about the bay with- 
out anyone at the tiller; she is being guided by Mr. 
Hammond from his lookout on yon hill. 
The City of Gloucester has many earmarks of the 
towns in the Provinces. A glance from the harbor along 
the water front will bring one back to Pictou or Halifax. 
The buildings are characteristic in this respect, as are the 
fisher folk. All is bustle about the wharves, a constant 
creaking of blocks; the staunch fishing vessel just in 
with a heavy fare or about to sail; and that flag at half 
mast? Another added to the already heavy toll; mayhap, 
lost in the fog on the Georges or swept overboard on 
the run home in the gale. 
What thrillers of stories and yarns told! Each 
group of fishermen with some new, strange or weird ex- 
perience,—and interesting, every one. To get the real 
feeling, obtain “Out of Gloucester” or “The Deep Sea’s 
Toll”; they will bring out the deep and, beside, give more 
than a mere touch to the sentimental side of the fisher- 
man’s life. 
That spoon-bow weatherly looking fisherman? She's 
Norman’s Woe 
the Thomas B. Carroll, one of the large fleet of that firm 
across the harbor; she makes ‘‘no bones” of her work, 
and can lug her canvas with any of ’em. 
Through the city and over to Eastern Point with 
its curious peat forts, fine beaches, lighthouses and break- 
water upon which so many vessels have been wrecked. 
And that weird noise from the sea? ’Tis called the 
“Groaner,” just off the point; sounds mournful, yet its 
voice is a welcome one and eagerly sought after a stiff 
tun for home. Just off here the ill-fated Portland was 
last sighted. 
A good harbor just under the breakwater. Hello! 
That chap made a quick run from Marblehead. ‘Tis the 
Edjacko II, one of the Bar Harbors just returned from 
the races. And now before we return we must needs 
drop into the East Gloucester Yacht club,—its members, 
great-hearted sailors and none better on the coast. Wash 
we could remain over as they hold the “Chowder Race” 
tomorrow. 
Away toward the eastward stretched one fine bit 
of rugged, bold and charming shore, through Bass Rocks, 
towards Land’s End; just under is Straitsmouth light; to 
the east Thatcher’s twin lights; northeast the Dry Sal- 
vages, and if the day be clear, in the distance the Isle of 
Shoals. A fine opportunity here for building, with plenty 
of room. 
Continuing our journey “Around the Cape” we pass 
by many very large quarries. There on the west, along 
the edge of a ravine, we are reminded of boyhood stories, 
for the salt sea comes and goes, forming apparently an 
ideal harbor of refuge for the ancient 
buccaneer. 
Just beyond is Annisquam, — 
‘ colony of artists. Notice that fleet 
of little yachts? They’re sailed for 
the most part by young ladies, and 
cleverly handled. 
What a picturesque spot for the 
artist. And, indeed, how they revel 
in the landscape. All along the river 
each spot seems, if possible, in radi- 
ance and texture, to surpass the 
other; marvelous sunsets those. This 
has been aptly named “The Artist’s Paradise.” 
Now passing through West Gloucester and Essex 
again toward Ipswich, through Argilla Road (dubbed by 
some wag Murderer’s Row). That wonderful Italian 
Villa on the hill? Sometime I shall tell you what 
Mr. Crane has performed in transplanting Amalfi and 
various bits of Italian here. 
Circling toward Beverly through the suburbs of Ips- 
wich with its many beautiful estates we drop in for a 
moment at Hamilton on our friend Gus Gardner. He’s 
been written up, we can only add that he is always Gus 
and the best congressman we’ve ever had, unassuming 
ever and loyal always to the best interests of the district. 
Oh, yes! Myopia Hunt club is nigh; a fine polo 
match is on; some thoroughbreds those with plenty of 
nerve and speed. ‘The Blues win. 
Suppose we stretch our legs a bit, as the links are 
as good as the county boasts of. Now that you are 
two up and one to go, we observe some of the golfers. 
That gentleman with the beard? Big financial chap that ; 
comes here every day from Pride’s. And the tall one? 
Also well up in New York financial circles. Just now 
they are more interested in the score cards. That rig 
waiting? That outfit captures first place every year at 
London. We must drop in here Labor Day for the horse 
show ! 
My boy, you seem a bit tired, and now that we drive 
