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38 A DAY IN ALDERNEY.
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This is the usual answer to the tourists' questions . And yet there Is something * there to deliht the lovers of bold rocky scenery , the
collectors of legends , and the g despisers of conventionalities . Alderney possesses an ancient poem and a modern poem . I will relate
them both in their proper place . ¦ us It and was sailed a fine for brig Bray ht morning Harbour when on board we left a the beautiful Needles schooner behind
• yacht . I know of no pleasanter sensation than that contained in the words " outward bound" when the voyage is a short one—an
• excursion of pleasure—and made on boaf d a sailing vessel whose deck and canvas vie with each other for whiteness . Here is no
smell of oil , no sickening vibration , no smutty exhalations , no ; stewards rushing about with glasses of brandy-and-water , and
no great dinners with the underdone half-boiled legs of mutton of "which Michael Angelo Titmarsh so feelingly makes mention .
Nohere are good fellowship , comfort , cleanliness , and quiet ; and should an unfortunate being find that his mind is stronger than his body ,
and be obliged at last to succumb beneath the touch of Neptune ' s tridenthe can find a private corner in which to indulge his sorrow ,
and obtain , the inestimable privilege of being left alone in his misery . But no need of this was felt by our happy little party as
we gradually lost sight of English land and approached mid-channel . The wind fell liht and we were becalmed many hoursdrifting
stefnway part of g the time , and had abundant opportunities , of contemplating the Caskets , —jagged black rocks on which many awful
wrecks have taken place . How calm and quiet their appearance now ! Three white towers
glowing in the evening light and standing on a long low line of rock . I have seen them under different aspects and can hardly believe
them to be the same buildings which sometimes look like horrid hosts brooding over a boiling raging seaand presiding with
defiant g joy amidst the war of elements . Here , Prince William was losta victim to brotherly love ; forcalled back by the cries of
his , sisterthe Comtesse de la Perch , ehe steered to the wreck from which , he had been rescuedand , there laid down his life ,
, happier , far happier , in his death than his stern relentless father could have been during the reign which must ever have been
haunted by the thought of the sightless brother in Cardiff Castle . We had plenty of time for these reflectionsfor we remained in
sight of the Caskets all the afternoon . But how , suddenly may the aspect of everything be changed ! Life on board a sailing vessel
owes a great part of its charm to the constant changes which are rule continuall . In y the taking evening place 1 a strong , and this breeze day sprang formed up no , but exception right in to our the
teeth ; and as it was impossible for the vessel to lay her course , all hope of getting into harbour tliat night vanished . In another hour
a heavy squall came on ; we had to shorten sail in a great hurry and
stand out to sea . Thunder and lightning , wind and rain , came on ,
38 A Day In Alderney.
38 A DAY IN _ALDERNEY .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1862, page 38, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031862/page/38/
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