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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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ined to go and see for our-selves. H. had notbeen to the ChannelIslands at all; I had ;and the one was asglad to revisit oldscenes and renew oldimpressions as theother was to formnew ones. It saysmuch for Jersey thatthe pleasure of mysecond stay exceededanything I had expe-rienced in my first:partly, perhaps, be-cause the earlier visithad been paid inautumn, when theleaves are falling andthe world is sad. Inthis later visit wewere in the midst ofall the exquisite love-liness and exhilaration ot reviving nature. We left London one bright afternoon in May. Even the skies ofthe Metropolis were blue, and Waterloo Station was not quite so de-pressing as usual. In due time we reached Southampton ; and againcould not quite decide whether it is one of the ugliest places inEngland, or rather picturesque and interesting. On the whole, theugliness seems to predominate. Our boat left at ten oclock. The year being young, the seasonearly, we anticipated no difficulty in regard to accommodation. Yet
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ForTALET Bay. 498 A Week in Jersey. we found every private cabin taken, and the public saloon likely to becrowded. This was a check to our hitherto uninterrupted flow ofspirits. H. looked at me rather blankly. The look said plainly: Let us delay our journey until to-morrow. But delays are danger-ous, and the secret of success in life is to overcome obstacles.A whole night spent in a crowded saloon, with a table groaningunder the weight of refreshments that probably we should presentlybe wishing might be funeral baked meats, was out of the question.Finally, the captain came to our rescue, and very kindly placed hisown cabin at our disposal. Nothing could have been better; wenow rejoiced in the best, quietest, most airy quarters on board thegood ship. We started at ten. The night was dark, though the stars shonebrilliantly. As we loosed our moorings, it seemed a hopeless taskto find a passage through the maze of shipping that surrounded us.Lights flashed and gleamed from all quarters, a

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