The Ancient City

This is a reproduction of a historical pair of stories written about a visit to Saint Augustine. It has nearly 30 drawings of the city and it's inhabitants circa 1874. Here's an excerpt:Leaving the causeway, the omnibus entered the town through a gate of foliage, great pride-of-India-trees mingling their branches over the street for some distance, forming a green arched way whose vista made beautiful the entrance to the Ancient City, like the shaded pathway that led to the lovely land...
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This is a reproduction of a historical pair of stories written about a visit to Saint Augustine. It has nearly 30 drawings of the city and it's inhabitants circa 1874. Here's an excerpt:Leaving the causeway, the omnibus entered the town through a gate of foliage, great pride-of-India-trees mingling their branches over the street for some distance, forming a green arched way whose vista made beautiful the entrance to the Ancient City, like the shaded pathway that led to the lovely land of Beulah in the old pictures of Pilgrim's Progress. On each side we could see a residence back among the trees-one PLAZA AND MONUMENT.of stone, large and massive, with an orange grove behind, the golden fruit gleaming through the glossy foliage, and protected by a picturesque hedge of Spanish-bayonets; the other a wide house surrounded by piazzas overhung with ivy and honeysuckle, a garden filled with roses and every variety of flower, gray moss drooping from the trees at the gate, and a roof painted in broad stripes which conveyed a charming suggestion of coolness, as though it were no roof at all, but only a fresh linen awning over the whole, suited to the tropical climate. Sara said this, and added that she was sure there were hammocks there too, hanging somewhere in shady places."Really, very meritorious," remarked Aunt Diana, inspecting the houses through her glasses, and bestowing upon them, as it were, her metropolitan benediction.In the mean while the colored official was gayly sounding his bugle, and our omnibus rolled into the heart of the city-a small square, adorned with a monument. We noticed the upturned faces of the people as we passed; they were all counting. "One, two, three-only seven in all," said a young girl, with the beautiful hopeless hectic on her cheek. "One, two-seven, only seven," said a gentleman leaning on the railing near the post-office, with the weary invalid attitude we knew so well, having seen it all along the St. Johns. We learned afterward that one of the daily occupations of the invalids of St. Augustine is to watch this omnibus come in, and count the passengers, invariably announcing the number with a triumphant "only," as much as to say, "Aha! old town!" thus avenging themselves for their enforced stay. It makes no difference how many come; the number may be up in the hundreds, but still the invalids bring out their "only," as though they had confidently expected thousands. THE BASIN."Oh, the water, the blue water!" cried Iris, as we turned down toward the harbor. "Shall I not sail upon you, water? Yea, many a time will I!""Are you fond of aquatic excursions, Mr. Mokes?" inquired Aunt Diana, taking out her vinaigrette. "What an overpowering marshy odor!""Oh, the dear salt, the delicious salt breath of the sea!" murmured Sara, leaning out with a tinge of color in her cheeks.No, Mokes was not fond of aquatic excursions in the sort of craft they had about here: if he had his yacht, now!"Voil#65533;," exclaimed Iris, "an officer! 'Ah, ah, que j'aime un militaire, j'aime un militaire, j'aime un-' ""Iris," interrupted Aunt Di, "pray do not sing here in the street.""Oh, aunt, you stopped me right on the top note," said Iris, glancing down the street after the uniform.Arrived at the hotel, Aunt Diana began inspecting rooms. Sara wished to go to one of the boarding-houses, and John Hoffman, who met us on the piazza, proposed his. "I have staid there several times," he said. "The Sabre-boy waits on the table, and a wild crane lives in the back-yard.""The crane, by all means," said Sara, gathering together her possessions. I preferred to be with Sara; so the three of us left the hotel for Hospital Street, passing on our way Artillery Lane, both names belonging to the British occupancy of the venerable little city.