Excerpt from George Canterbury's Will, Vol. 1 of 3: A Novel Nothing could be more beautiful. The sun was sinking in the west, casting direct rays on the long line Of blue water in a flood of golden brightness. It shone on the white sails of the pleasure-boats, on the fishing-craft putting out for their night's work; it brought into clearer distinctness the fine vessels passing far away on their course; it played on the chain of mountains that terminated the land prospect to the right, stretching their undulating outline miles on in the distance. Calm, soothing, still. The turbulent sea-waves were unseen this evening; the froth and foam rose not. All the world seemed to be at rest from its troubles and its turmoil, its sinful passions and petty strifes, as if it would impart to men's hearts a foretaste Of that peace which shall be realised only in heaven.
The place, Little Bay, was a small quiet Welsh watering-place, where the bathing was good, the, air salubrious, and the sea-view Of vast extent. Little frequented in those earlier days, it was of meek pre tension and very reasonable, entertaining no prevision Of the fashionable resort it was destined afterwards to become.
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