managed, and when its large funds are available will be a power in the culture of the city. There is another institution for the advancement of culture and knowledge, that deserves especial mention, the Cape Ann Literary and Scientific Society. This society has rooms, with an excellent cabinet ; provides classes in various branches; maintains regular lecture courses, and a choral society; and is altogether the centre of considerable intellectual activity and the source of much good. Organized in 1875, this society may fairly be considered an established institution, and the high order and earnest purpose of its work justify its existence. There is also a prosperous horticultural society.

To turn again from the intellectual activities of Gloucester to its winding ways, we may go to the eastward to the picturesque Bass Rocks, with their great hotel, or through the fishing hamlet of East Gloucester to Eastern Point, where beyond an attractive gate lodge are extensive drives and beautiful summer homes amid the woods and rocks of this point, that with its lighthouse guards the eastern side of Gloucester Harbor, "the beautiful harbor" that Champlain saw and admired nearly three centuries ago. There is sailing out at morning and in at evening, parties going out for pleasure in small sloops, or schooners containing men bound far away from land, men whose lives are in their work. Of the treacherous catboat, so common in waters from Newport south, we see few about Gloucester. The rig finds little favor, even for pleasure sailing, on this bluff, exposed coast.

The early explorers, both Frenchmen and Englishmen, found Cape Ann attractive in its native wildness. They would find it no less so now, though shorn of much of the forest growth which then covered its surface. Few regions show such varied charms, and it is open to question whether they appear to best advantage when the sea is viewed from some rocky coign upon the shore, or bold headland, cosy cove, and marvellous rock

attracted poet and painter. Off Magnolia shore is the "cruel rock" of Norman's Woe, which Longfellow has made classic in "The Wreck of the Hesperus." The road to Gloucester lies through the sweet fragrance of Magnolia woods, and may perhaps suggest to us what the Cape may have been when the early discoverers found it, wooded with various trees. Magnolia derives its name from a rare variety of that beautiful flower, which is found only in West Gloucester. Indeed the Cape region is rich in the variety and beauty of its flowers.

Something has already been said of the geologic character of the Cape. It is the extreme projection of a ridge of syenitic rock, skirting the coast from Dedham in a northeasterly direction and running into the sea at Cape Ann, where it makes a sharp descent to deep water. The granite mass which forms the body of the ridge is here ribbed with dikes of diabase and quartz porphyry, worn and rubbed into strange forms by the powerful action of the great glacier which moved across it in the far distant ice age, and overlaid with extensive deposits of boulders and smaller rocks brought by the same tremendous agency. Striking into deep

water so near the shore line as it does, the Cape has been peculiarly subject also to wave action. Its rocky shore is broken by little coves and frequent little beaches of sand and pebbles, presenting a continually varied panorama to the eye as one skirts the Cape. Across Annisquam Harbor are the broad silver reaches or Coffin's Beach, with its monumental sand dunes, standing in the landscape like some great monument, massive and fair. From the hamlet of Bay View, on the northwestern shore, around to Rockport, is a constant succession of granite quarries, large and small, and shipping wharves. From its rocks and hills, Pigeon Cove looks out over the broad Atlantic, that rolls in with all its majestic power upon the curious benching of the shore. The pleasant village of Rockport looks down on Sandy Bay, off the southern point of which lies Straitsmouth Island with its brilliant light. Rockport, including Pigeon Cove, became a town in 1840, when it was set off from Gloucester, and

it now has a population of over four thousand, does a thriving granite business and some fishing business, and shows the characteristics of an intelligent community which might be expected of a daughter of old Gloucester.

South of Straitsmouth, east of Long Beach, and marked by its unmistakable twin lights at night from almost any point on the eastern or southern coast of the cape, lies Thatcher's Island, celebrated for the tragedy which its name to this day recalls. It is the largest of the islands off the cape, the middle of the Three Turks' Heads of John Smith. Its name comes down to us from 1635, when Anthony Thatcher and the Rev. John Avery, with their families, sailing from Newbury to Marblehead at what seemed the call of duty, were wrecked off this island, which then bore no warning lights, in a terrible storm, and all but Thatcher and his wife were lost. In the curious narrative which Thatcher has left to us we read the pathetic, dramatic story of Avery's fortitude and faith. This rugged narrative, too, the gentle bard of Essex has preserved in ringing verse:

"When the Christian sings his death song, all the listening heavens draw near;

And the angels, leaning over the walls of crystal, hear

How the notes, so faint and broken, swell to music in God's ear.

The ear of God was open to his servant's last request;

As the strong wave swept him downward, the sweet hymn upward pressed,

And the soul of Father Avery went singing to its rest."

The island still bears the name of Thatcher, though not "Thatcher's Woe," as he sadly entitled it; and near the south shore of the island lies the Rock of Avery's Fall, where the soul of Parson Avery "went singing to its rest."

As inevitable as it was that the dwellers on Cape Ann should go down to the sea and fish, or should open the vast deposits of granite that wealth might be gathered therefrom, so inevitable has it been that dwellers in cities should seek on the rocks of the Cape, within sound and sight of the great, cool, mysterious sea, that escape from dust and heat, that

rest for weary brain and nerve, that can be found in such a place. It is many years since men of brain sought Magnolia and East Gloucester and Annisquam and Pigeon Cove for the annual revival of mental and bodily vigor; and now, as the tide of summer travel to the North Shore rises to always greater height, Cape Ann receives continually more summer visitors and summer residents. Parks are being developed by enterprising companies, in which beautiful villas and comfortable hotels arise. This increasing cultivation and artificialization, if I may use the word, of the face of nature, may not be wholly pleasing to many of us; but on the Cape it has been done, in general, with good taste, and certainly those who take advantage of their means in this way can hardly be criticised for so rational and satisfactory use of wealth. Cape Ann is too near the populous centre of the Commonwealth to remain a wilderness; but its two enterprising municipalities have an opportunity which they should improve for adding to the health and beauty of their territory.

This opportunity has already been pointed out by Professor Shaler, on sanitary grounds. The suggestion is that the extensive interior lands of the Capecommonly known as Dogtown Commons

- should be utilized for a reservoir, to be the source of water supply for the cape, and for a great public park. The City of Lynn, as already shown in this. magazine, has availed itself of a similar opportunity in the utilization of extensive wooded land of rocky and uneven surface, waste lands so far as other purposes are concerned, with profit to the city. Gloucester and Rockport have a noble opportunity of the same kind. The settled portions of the cape are around its shore. The Commons, rocky, with an uneven surface; with excellent basins for a water supply, basins underlaid with solid bedrock; with hills furnishing fine observatory points, and all the features of a natural park and woodland; are in the heart of Cape Ann, touching all its settlements, and therefore an admirable delivery point for a water supply. What Lynn has done, these two communities can do at comparatively small expense

ernous chimney to the consciousness of the life that had come to the placeyoung, happy life, filled with a thousand simple plans for a golden future.

At the close of a busy day, Hans gathered up his tools, and, lingering after the workmen had left the house, went from room to room, humming to himself, and picturing Liza as she would look to his fond eyes by the fireside or in the pretty wainscoted parlor. He loitered until the straight, red rays of the sun reminded him of his supper at the tavern, that makeshift for a home. He smiled as he thought that soon he would be sitting at his own table—his and Liza's.

When Guteman reached the tavern, he was surprised to find a stranger waiting to see him a well-dressed, smooth-spoken man, who, as he said, had heard of the successful builder, Mr. Guteman, and desired to see him on personal business.

"I am in a position, my young friend, to do you a great service. I speak to you thus privately for I have been warned. by those of your friends whom I have had dealings with not to approach you, as you were not in the habit of investing without great precaution."

Hans nodded. He understood his friends' warnings. He had been careful almost to stinginess for years, much to his own discomfort. He resented being considered mean. The stranger's first shaft was well aimed.

"I am an agent," he went on, "of a large organization known as the BLottery Company. Permit me to explain our methods. We hold a charter from the General Court and I can show you the list of gentlemen who are already interested with us."

Looking over the names, Hans found lawyers, clergymen, and men of note. He was strongly tempted to add his name; but he hestitated, for he had a suspicion that Parson Wilson did not approve of lotteries.

"Really," he said, "I have no money to spare now. I must soon furnish a house; for" he added, blushing, "I am to be married."

"I congratulate you! But consider how fortunate it would be if you should happen to draw one of our large cash

prizes. It would assist you greatly, and you could surprise your wife, for we can make out your ticket to any name you give me. There need be no publicity about it entirely confidential between us."

Slowly Guteman yielded. If he should draw a cash prize what could he not do for Liza !

"When do the drawings come?" he finally asked.

"Buy a ticket now, and you have a chance the first day of next month."

The bait was too tempting — and Hans was caught. The stranger left, well pleased with his success. In the next town he whispered that the builder Guteman was with them, though his name did not appear. It worked like a charm and the list grew beyond his wildest hope.

Hans tucked the little ticket, with its mystic numbers, "3185," carefully into his pocket-book, and waited, as calmly as he could, for the slow-moving three weeks to go by. As the days passed, the suspicion grew almost to a conviction that neither Liza nor her father would approve of what he had done, and before the first of June he fervently hoped never to hear from his foolish venture. However, as he worked away on the housefinishing, he formed fascinating plans as to what he would buy if he should win. These were hard days for the perplexed lover. He longed to tell Liza of his folly, but - he might not win, and then she need never know. Finally, on the fifth of June, Guteman inquired as usual for mail at the village post-office, and a bulky document was handed to him. He knew what it was, and with nervous haste he went to his lodgings. Locking the door, he seated himself on the edge of the bed, and broke the seal with trembling hands. He gazed at the courteously-worded letter: "Hans Guteman has drawn the second grand cash prize of two thousand dollars at the June drawing of the B- Lottery Company." amount was enclosed. In a dazed, halffrightened way he spread out the letter and read it over and over. He could not believe it. He had won! Here was more money than had ever come to him at one time in all his long years of work.

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