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Studio: international art — 3.1894

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A Day in Falmouth Harbour

DAY IN FALMOUTH HAR- siShtin§ land afler a v°ya8e of perhaps three or

four months.

AL
TUKE seems to be the case, for a vessel has just

brought up in the Roads, with a swarm of small
In these days, when almost every one steamers and boats buzzing round her; but we will
who has crossed the Channel publishes his remi- leave the Custom House officer to examine her and
niscences, when steam and easy communication make for the harbour mouth.

have done so much to destroy the romance of travel, As we clear the Castle head and get out into the
it is something to be thankful for to know of a place open, the wind freshens, and the Londoner re-
in England where may yet be found some glamour cognises that this is no pleasure trip on the Welsh
of the old days of sailing ships bringing rich cargoes Harp or Serpentine, but real sea sailing,
from strange lands, and fresh from the doubt-
ful usage of wind and wave.

That such a place does exist will be readily
admitted by any one who will undertake the
troublesome journey (and troublesome it is)
from London to the south-west corner of our
island, and bring up at Falmouth. Though
the number of vessels calling here is nothing
to what it was twenty years ago, there are
still plenty to be a continual source of
interest and to give the town a curious
cosmopolitan air, making the inhabitants,
too, feel in close touch with foreign coun-
tries ; although nothing will ever persuade a
Comishman to think highly of Italians—a
nation who feed on his own despised salt
pilchards.

Let us go down through the narrow street
to take a boat at the quay, passing on our
way numerous marine stores and inns kept
by Germans, Swedes and Norwegians, and
meeting knots of sauntering sailors, in many-
coloured coats, jabbering in every European
tongue. The wind is light from the W.S.W.
as we slip from the moorings and glide out
from the inner harbour. This ought to be a K»

■ 'h- fun-si u Ti

offer—the arrival of a homeward-bounder, all
travel-stained and weather-beaten, now first "after rough weather" by h. s. tuke

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