Title:  Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99, September 13, 1890

Author:  Various

Release Date:  May 20, 2004 [EBook #12394]

Language:  English

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PUNCH,

Or the London charivari.

Vol. 99.

September 13, 1890.

OUT FOR A HOLIDAY.

(BY OUR IMPARTIAL AND NOT-TO-BE-BIASSED CRITIC.)

I had often been told that St. Margaret’s Bay, between Deal and Dover, was lovely beyond compare.  Seen from the Channel, I had heard it described as “magnificent,” and evidence of its charms nearer at hand, was adduced in the fact that Mr. Alma TADEMA, R.A., had made it his headquarters during a portion of the recent summer.

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So I determined to visit it.  I had to take a ticket to Martin’s Mill, a desolate spot, containing a railway station, a railway hotel, and (strange to say) a mill.  I was told by an obliging official on my arrival, that St. Margaret’s Bay was a mile and a half distant—­“to the village.”  And a mile and a half—­a very good mile and a half—­it was!  Up hill, down dale, along the dustiest of dusty roads, bordered by telegraph poles that suggested an endless lane without a turning.  On climbing to the summit of each hill another long stretch of road presented itself.  At length the village was reached, and I looked about me for the sea.  A cheerful young person who was flirting with a middle-aged cyclist seemed surprised when I asked after it.  “Oh, the sea!” she exclaimed, in a tone insinuating that the ocean was at a decided discount in her part of the world—­“oh, you will find that a mile further on.”  I sighed wearily, and recommenced my plodding stumbles.

I passed two unhappy-looking stone eagles protecting a boarding-house, and a shed given over to the sale of lollipops and the hiring of a pony-chaise.  The cottages seemed to me to be of the boat-turned-bottom-upwards order of architecture, and were adorned with placards, announcing “Apartments to Let.”  Everything seemed to let, except, perhaps, the church, which, however (on second thoughts), appeared to be let alone.  But if the houses were not, in themselves, particularly inviting, their names were pleasing enough, although, truth to tell, a trifle misleading.  For instance, there was a “Marine Lodge,” which seemed a very considerable distance from the ocean, and a “Swiss chalet,” that but faintly suggested the land renowned equally for mountains and merry juveniles.  I did not notice any shops,