BEAR CAD HOUSE

BOAR'S HEAD, HAMPTON BEACH, N. H.

For a change the people of New Hampshire demand a view of the great ocean and flock to the sea-shore. All along the New England coast our citizens have built cottages to which they resort in July and August with their families, and gain health and vigor for the ensuing year. However, all cannot afford to build cottages; many can ill spare

The popularity of summer travel increases every year. The desire if not the need of a vacation thrusts itself upon the overworked father and mother of a family, and the pale faces of school children demand for them a change of scene and air. From the great cities on the Atlantic coast every summer rush forth a host to find rest and repose in the hill country of New Hampshire. the time save for a sniff of the salt air:

Hampton Beach-is renowned in every whose hardened sands present a surface

and offices home like and comfortable. popular resorts. Three dollars a day for transient guests, and ten and twelve dollars a week for boarders may be considered very moderate charges for a first class hotel open less than three months in the summer. The season here commences about the middle of June and ends about the middle of September, although season after season his delighted guests refuse to leave his domain for a month or six weeks after the house is nominally closed for the summer.

The house is of four stories like an L, and on five of its six sides is surrounded by a wide piazza affording a delightful promenade. It is but a step from this piazza to the green sward of the lawn, one of the most charming lawns in the world, surrounded on three sides by the ocean, and without obstruction in every direction. A glorious place for children, for croquet, for lawn tennis, for foot races, for kite flying. The point extending into the sea makes a haven for small boats or yachts, and just outside the surf is an inexhaustible fishingground.

The colonel got rich many years ago in the hotel business, and now carries on the caravansary more as an English manor house in which to entertain his guests than as a public house. His prices are merely nominal, what ordinarily go to feeing servants at the great

In short, Col. Dumas has a large first class hotel at Boar's Head, Hampton Beach, on the coast of New Hamp. shire, which he wishes filled all through the summer of 1886. Every visitor will be charmed with his sojourn there and will regret his departure. Write early for terms and accommodation that he may be prepared for you and that you may not be disappointed.

LACONIA, N. H.

The pioneer of the hosiery industry in Laconia was John W. Busiel, who came to Laconia in 1846 and began the manufacture of woollen yarns. In 1856 he began to use the yarn product of his mill in making the coarser grades of wool hosiery, and continued in the business until his death in 1872. His sons, Charles A. Busiel, John T. Busiel, and Frank E. Busiel, succeeded him under the firm name of J. W. Busiel & Co. They have largely increased the business and have erected as fine a set of mills as can be found in New Eng

land devoted to the line of woollen goods. They are manufacturing the finer grades of woollen hosiery in full fashioned goods, using machinery of the latest pattern, some of which they control exclusively under letters patent.

They employ two hundred and fifty hands, and their annual product is about $500,000, with a monthly pay roll of $6500 to $7000. Their goods are known in the trade as the Perfect Foot goods, and find a ready and increasing sale all over the country.

"NEXT DOOR." A story modest in aim, boyhood life is tenderly revealed, not from the but cleverly executed and remarkably interest- standpoint of a literary critic, not as one who ing as a piece of narration, will be found in tries to write, but the most delicately sensitive "Next Door," by Clara Louise Burnham. memories of a devoted brother. School days This author writes agreeably, in a clear, fluent and college years are briefly but significantly style, and describes the domestic and social portrayed. Where the professional biographer life of our day in a manner which merits high would have reveled in the abundant material, praise. She has a good eye for character as we are given all that is of any real interest well, and in one of her personages, Aunt Ann without any of the tediousness that usually afEaton, has given us a genuine portrait of a flicts. In turning the pages as the paper-knife woman which many people will admire for its runs through the uncut leaves, the impression felicitous touches. The other people who fig- is that the biographer tarries too long on his ure in the story are perhaps less carefully dis- early foreign travels, but as we read, and find criminated; but unless it be the antipode of Mr. Longfellow's choicest descriptions, with a Aunt Ann in the city matron, who also pre- vein of wit rarely revealed by him intermingled sents familiar traits, the remaining characters with original art sketches, we regret that it so are all interesting to the reader. The quar- soon shades into his professional days at Bowtet of lovers especially enlists sympathy. It doin, only to rejoice us by emerging into a is on their experiences that the story turns. second European tour, prolonged but delightWe see what its inevitable result will be, for ful. the writer of this book is not one of those authors who are given to harrowing the sensibilities of his audience; but we follow the tale none the less, always entertained by it, and with a curiosity as to how the end is to be brought about, which is more agreeable than anxious misgiving as to what is to be done with the characters. This story, as we have said, is charmingly told. It has some of the qualities which have made the works of that English writer known as "The Duchess" popular, without her effusiveness, sometime slang and ultra-romanticism. The conversations are

particularly good. They are easy and natural, and they well illustrate much of the manner of the day which is found among young people. Margery is agreeably and often spicily vivacious, and Ray Ingalls is a good specimen of a genuine, warm hearted youth. The humor of the introductions of two of the characters in the opening chapter is especially neat, and we can promise readers a genuine entertainment from the story throughout. ["Next Door," by Clara Louise Burnham. Boston: Ticknor & Co.: 12mo, pp. 371.]

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The life of no man of letters could be more welcome than that of the admired, honored, beloved poet of "creative imagination, airy fancy, exquisite grace, harmony and simplicity, rhetorical brilliancy, and incisive force, who vitalized everything he touched in verse by the sympathy of his nature. He always touched humanity with voice or pen tenderly. Humanity's response is in the welcome given these exquisite volumes, which could not have been written with more appreciative fervor, or more modest, classic phrase, and could not have been issued with more delicate elegance than from the press of Ticknor & Co. As a biography it is complete in a sense that no other writer could have made it. The

The Cambridge home, life, work and friends are left to appear as visitors here and there, delicate glimpses in journals, letters and poems. One of the most genuine phases of the writer's art is the ease, good taste, and discriminating judgment with which he brings into view for a moment's entertaining thought the characters worth knowing in both hemispheres for a halfcentury. The world is richer for having in its libraries and upon its tables two such elegant volumes as Ticknor & Co. have given us in Samuel Longfellow's life of his brother, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE SPHINX'S CHILDREN: AND OTHER PEOBy Rose Terry Cooke, author of Somebody's Neighbors, etc. 12mo. $1.50. "A bouquet of native New England flow. ers, and the flowers have a peculiar beauty and fragrance too."-Hartford Courant.

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The short stories in this volume are of the very essence of New England. A somewhat fanciful revery lends its peculiar title to the book, but the "Other People's" offspring are the individual product of the soil, full of the grit, the doggedness and the grim humor that came over with our grandparents' furniture in the Mayflower. These stories are the fruit and blossom of all that is noblest and best in

the qualities of the Puritan, and it may be that their appreciation—though not their beauty or their power-will be restricted by reason of what is distinctive and individual about them. Surely no short story of recent years has surpassed "The Deacon's Week" in pathos, in artistic truth, in the inspiration of a sublime and noble purpose. It would seem that no one could rise from its perusal without an impulse toward kindness and charity and a sense of benefit received. Without a word of moralizing or tawdry reflection, it gives the same lesson that is practiced out by true and manly conduct and unselfishness. And all the time the perfection of the picture as a work of art, as a truthful portrait set out with exquisite literary finish, captures the mind and entrances the imagination.