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Vol. XI. July 1, 1863. No. 65.
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XLYI.-UNDEE THE SEA.
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V December lias not everywhere in Englan...
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The
THE
ENGLISH WOMAN'S JOURNAL .
PUBLISHED MONTHLY .
Vol. Xi. July 1, 1863. No. 65.
Vol . XI . July 1 , 1863 . No . 65 .
Xlyi.-Undee The Sea.
_XLYI .-UNDEE THE SEA .
V December Lias Not Everywhere In Englan...
V December lias not everywhere in England choice only between a melancholy _greynesstliick withfog and rain-threateningsand
the chilllendours , of frosts and , snowsbeautiful but cruel , when the few y rej sp oice in the brisk keen air , , and the many shiver , and
lament and wish the bitter cold away . Tlds year indeed , the stern month has been merciful , but I am thinking of a place where
mercy is its wont and not its exception . On its last eighth I was driving between hedge-banksstillin spite of the east wind that had
, , harried them for nearly a fortnight , green and vigorous—where the trailing brambles with their gracefully clustered leaves , and
the long curving ribbons of the adder ' s tongue , looked summernaemoried in the sun—where here and there in sheltered nooks and
chinks there was still , —or already as the case might be—the emeraldine velvet of primrose-tufts , and ¥ e knew by yesterday ' s
experience that it might be possible to find among them in some specially favoured spot a pale yellow blossom peeping out daintily
at the soft winter sky , to know if it were not spring ; where only the bent and broken fanssere-brown and decayed , of the great
bracken ferns reminded the , eye and the heart how long the autumn days had passed .
Then we came to the bleak moors , rough with boulder scars and rising along the hills till the north-west wind grew far too chill
and we seemed in another climatebut still lit with sunshine and , rimmed by bright blue sky , with , no more cloud-mark than was
needed to throw soft shadows beside the slope-laid lights . So , rejoicing in the mild western winter , we made our excursion to Cape
Cornwall , and splashing along afoot through muddy lanes reminding us that the West has a flaw in its climate , and ascending the
scrambling footpath to the summit , we seated ourselves among the great stones crowning the headland , and lost ourselves in the
dream-happiness of beauty . Right down "beneath us , far beneath , the sea dashed and tossed at the foot of the point , while the foam
sprang and breakwaters up in flaky into jets a , curious or curdled marbling in little 1 which rock my -formed comp b anion asins
watched with interest , or into the thick froth which surface gusts of
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1863, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071863/page/1/
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