beach with rocks, so that with fine bathingplaces are many curious rocks with their weather

worn sur

faces, and

caverns and

caves with

their wealth of strange marine life. There are the fashionable resorts of Nahant and Swampscott, the quaint old fishing-towns of Marblehead and Gloucester, the old historic Salem and Newburyport-in fact, this entire shore is replete with varied beauty, full of historic association, and a tourist might with vast delight and pleasure spend a long summer upon its sea-beaten rocks and in its antique towns.

But we have as yet only begun to enumerate all the seaside resorts. The breezes and quaint places about Cape Cod are not to be forgotten: the superb Martha's Vineyard far down Buzzard's Bay, where the Methodists congregate every summer in vast numbers for camp-meeting purposes, has all the salt savor of a sea-surrounded place; and Nantucket, some thirty miles farther out in the Atlantic, we all know as once a great whaling-place, but still retain

A "CARRY" IN THE ADIRONDACKS.

ing the quaint characteristics of an isolated people accustomed to go down to the sea in ships. Then there is all the eastern portion of Long Island, where we cease to find rocks, but instead conglomerate cliffs of pebbles and sand. Long Island ends in two spreading prongs, between which lies the superb Peconic Bay, a noble sheet of water, capitally

ways sweep pleasant breezes from the sea, have an indescribable charm. The southern shore of the island is protected for long distances by islands of sand, within which are bays admirably suited for boating. Fire Island is here, where those fond of trolling for blue - fish come in great numbers. There is no scenery but the sand and the ocean; but sands and sea and boats have an ineffable charm. Nearer the metropolis is Rockaway Beach, which repeats all the fascinations of Fire Island; and now we reach the shores of New Jersey, where Long Branch and Cape May flourish to the knowledge of all the world. At Barnegat Bay are many of the same great features that are so attractive on Long Island. At the Highlands near Long Branch one

CRYSTAL CASCADE, WHITE MOUNTAINS.

adapted for boating and fishing. At the inland boundary of the bay is Shelter Island, where the land rises to fine wooded hills, and where recently large hotels have gone up. Sag Harbor is an old whaling-town; Greenport is a new, green, shaded village on the northern prong, inhabited by prosperous fishermen ; East Hampton, on the oceanside, is one of the most charming and picturesque villages in the country, to which come every summer many lovers of green lanes and rural solitude. The open downs on Eastern Long Island, where many cattle are grazed, and over which al

THE FLUME, WHITE MOUNTAINS.

may find the sea-shore, a picturesque inland river, with fine fishing, and high, beautifully-wooded banks -these features not elsewhere coming together on our coast. Fortress Monroe, or Old Point Comfort, at the mouth of the Chesapeake, where there is every facility, we are told, for bathing, boating, and fishing, forms the southern terminus of sea-coast places visited in the summer season by the Northern pleasure-seeker. From the shores of Grand Manan the distance is some eight hundred miles. How varied the scene, how multifarious the pictures, how abundant the means of pleasure! South of Newport, as we have already said, there are no rocks; but the shore and the sea, no matter what the conditions, have ever a penetrating charm. The advance of the waves is life; a single white sail upon the expanse of water makes a picture; the salt savor of the breeze carries tingling pleasure to the veins; the pebbles upon the shore and the strange forms of marine life that abide under the sand and within the caverned rocks are full of interest; even the old wrecks that the sands are engulfing make picturesque effects. Hundreds of thousands are enjoying the scenes; they congregate in vast numbers at Cape

May, at Long Branch, at Rockaway, at Newport, at Nahant; they people all the intermediate places, hang upon every cliff in Maine, clamber every rock and explore every recess on the Eastern shore, and their feet press on the sands of Long Island and New Jersey-a vast army of votaries at the footstool of Old Ocean.

But the mountains and the lakes press forward to dispute the supremacy of the sea. They, too, can point to their multitudes of pilgrims, of those who love the exaltation of the hilltops, the ripple of the lakes, the music of the waterfalls, the solitude of the forests, the flowers of the meadows, or who come to medicated springs for their healing waters.

In number and measurement the inland places greatly outdo those of the shore. They extend from the Saguenay and Ottawa of the North to the mountains of North Carolina, and reach from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific. Our space is brief, and we can do no better now than catalogue some of their names, but even the mere enumeration of our vast resources of this nature excites the imagination. Mere statistics sometimes have glow and eloquent speech! Our mountains in the far West reach the splendor of the Alps; our lakes outnumber those of any other land, and some of them equal the beauty of the Swiss; our rivers are rivaled only by the Rhine and the Danube; our forests retain their primitive supremacy; and scattered everywhere are beautiful valleys, sylvan dells, grand cascades, embowered villages! The only difficulty is, that many of these places cannot be reached and enjoyed save with great discomfort. Our poorly-ballasted railways suffocate us with dust, and our hotels are too often huge barracks, in which the art of living has not yet found a place.

But let us simply glance at the places that invite the summer tourist, depending upon the author of "Summer Resorts" for our guidance. Far up in Maine, on the verge of the great Maine forest, is Moosehead Lake, a sheet of water forty miles long, in which trout abound. There are good hotels here, but it is usual for sojourners to attempt camp-life. Mount Kineo overhangs the shores of the lake with