supposition is that it became fuel for British cruisers. 
Colonel Franklin Haven of Beverly Farms  pur- 
chased Little Misery in 1886, the same year. in which 
the “Misery Island Syndicate” bought Greater Misery. 
‘The syndicate established a club with the appliances and 
‘means of amusement for yachtsmen on the island, and 
once again, after years of practical desertion, the shores 
of the island rang with festive sounds. 
the Harvard classes of 1881, 1891, on the Island in June, 
The reunion of 
1901, and their golf, their al fresco luncheon, and more 
than all, their singing, are not yet forgotten. The latest 
chapter of the Miseries opened in 1909, when the name 
was changed to “ Mystery Isles,’ and they passed into 
the hands of Edwin Garsia of Chestnut Hill. Mr. Garsia 
made many improvements on the Isles. New roads were 
constructed; shade trees and flowering, shrubs were put 
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out; on the larger island the Casino was built; a goif 
course was laid out; a wall joined the islands; and a 
swimming pool was constructed. It has grown steadily 
in popularity since that time, and is now a delightful re- 
sort, as yet unspoiled in its simplicity. Jacob Rogers of 
the famed Rogers family of Salem, is now the leading 
light in the management of the islands as a summer re- 
sort. An interesting contrast exists in the glowing 1915 
prospectus of the Mystery Island Casino, and a copy of 
the Essex Gazette of 177-, wherein the advertisement of 
the sale of Moulton’s Misery appears just over a notice 
of the sale of a “strong, likely young negro woman’’ to- 
gether with her baby boy. A far cry, indeed, from the 
Mystery Isles of today to the Moulton’s Misery of 
yesterday ! 
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me 
As I gaze upon the sea! 
All the old romantic legends, 
All my dreams, come back to me. 
Most of all, the Spanish ballad 
Haunts me oft, and tarries long, 
Of the noble Count Arnaldos 
And the sailor’s mystic song. 
Telling how the Count Arnaldos, 
With his hawk upon his hand, 
Saw a fair and stately galley, 
Steering onward to the land. 
In each sail that skims the horizon, 
In each landward-blowing breeze, 
I behold that stately galley, 
Here those mournful melodies. 
Till my soul is full of longing ! 
For the secret of the sea, 
And the heart of the great ocean 
Sends a thrilling pulse through me. 
—LONGFELLOW. 
