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Title: Scribner's magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: New York : C. Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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called, was in the generalestimation a bleak headland which noone cared to build upon. Now it fairlybristles with small habita-tions, which have sj^rung upin such close proximity toone another, and on suchprimitive lines, architectu-rally speaking, as almost tosuggest a camp-meeting set-tlement. A little apart fromthese stands the club-houseof the Eastern Yacht Club,the meeting-place on shoreof the yachting brotherhood,whither, at the time of thesojourn of the New York orEastern squadrons, comes allthe fashionable Shore to dineand dance and visit the rac-ing machines and the grace-ful floating boudoirs whichfairly crowd the tranquilwaters of the snug harborbelow. Outside this sameharbor, where the pleasureyachts of two friendly coun-tries contend for silver cupsin eager emulation, the Ches-apeake and the Shannon firedbroadsides at each other inthe same summer weathernot far from a hundred years Looking Toward Boston from Nahant. C_7 It is at and beyond Bever-ly, however, that the true
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The Cliffs at Naiiant. grandeur of the North Shore begins.Marblehead Neck is bold and reachesout to sea, and the old town of Marble-head, which lies directly across the nar-row harbor, provides, by its quaintstreets and its legend of Skipper Iresonwith the hard heart, abundant materialfor the edification of those who take anafternoon drive in that direction. Butthe true glory of the North Shore, thatuniquely picturesque and ever-varyingcombination of sea-side and countrywhich distinguishes it from the rest ofthis shore and from other shores, beginsat Beverly. It sounds like a paradox tostate that you may there look out fromrugged cliffs over a summer sea and in-hale its salt fragrance, and yet by a turnof your heel find yourself face to facewith a landscape of rustic meadows andstately woods. Yet such is exactly thecase. The dweller in this paradisescents on his piazza the mingled aromaof brine and pine, of storm-tossed sea-Aveed and new-mown hay ; and, more-over, in this instance man

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