Cape Ann. Here they alighted, and
went down on the rocks, and spent some time, on this perfect summer day,
in enjoying the grand old ocean. They then retraced their steps, and
were soon driving past more pretty cottages nestling among the pine
trees, surrounded by wild roses and well-directed care, until they come
out to the main road again. They then drove through Folly Cove, a
fishing-place facing Ipswich Bay, and also Lanesville, where they saw
work going on in the Lanesville Granite Company quarries. At Bay View
they visited the Cape Ann quarries. Here they saw the model of the
Flying Mercury, which, cut in granite, had just been sent on to the new
post-office in Baltimore. They also saw some granite balusters being
made for the same place. All this reminded Mrs. Gordon of her visit here
some fourteen years before, when she had seen the workmen cutting the
eagle for the Boston post-office. The polishing of the granite attracted
their attention. They learned that it took three days of constant
rubbing of sand and water over the granite by machine to obtain the
polish required. They next visited the place of General B. F. Butler,
near there, and also the one adjoining it of Colonel Jonas French.
Thence they returned to Gloucester, through the pretty winding road by
the Squam river, leaving the village of Annisquam, connected by a
bridge, at the right. They arrived in Manchester in the early evening,
delighted with their all-day trip. Mrs. Gordon had enjoyed the striking
and many changes which the twenty years had brought; while Mr. Gordon
was more than ever convinced of the value of this shore to those seeking
the beauty and healing strength of woods. They lingered a day or two
longer in Manchester, in which they enjoyed a moonlight stroll on the
beach, as well as a long, interesting drive all over Beverly Farms.
While driving through Franklin Haven's beautiful grounds, which he so
generously opens to the public, they, with others who had gone before
them, gratefully appreciated this privilege of seeing such beauty away
from the public thoroughfare. "In a peculiar sense," mused Mrs. Gordon,
"such men are benefactors. They rest the tired eye, and calm the
troubled nature."

The Gordons returned to their suburban Boston home wiser than they left
it. And they are fully determined to take another trip next summer. (If
they do, the readers of the _New England Magazine_ shall hear of it.)

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