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|ii|p^ATrilAL ATTRACTIONS of the Coast have been described now ai‘d then in prose and verse, yet the story is never an old one. Frorn season to season and from year to year, they are acontin-ual source of enjoyment to visitors and tourists, as well as to the
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J G resident population. The founder, and life-long editor of the Louis-
>r ville Journal, (now the Courier-Journal,) Geo. D. Prentice, portrayed
some of these attractions in an exquisite poem written	to his	wife in	1846,
with	the	caption “To One Afar,’’ while taking	a	summer	vacation	at
Biloxi. These glowing lines are apposite in this connection; are as true
to nature now as then, and are here reproduced.
TO ONE AFAR.
'Tis morn : the sea-breeze seems to bring Joy. health and freshness on its wing;
Bright flowers to me all strange and new,
Are glittering in the early dew,
And perfumes rise from out the grove As incense to the clouds that move
•	Like	spirits	in yon welkin clear;
Hut I am sad—tliou art not here.
‘Tis noon: a calm unbroken sleep Is on the blue wave of the deep;
A soft haze like a fairy dream Is floating over wood and stream,
And many a broad magnolia flower Within its shadowy woodland tower Is gleaming like a lovely star,
But I am sad—thou art afar.
'Tis eve: on earth the sunset skies
Are painting their own Eden dyes;	^
The stars come down ^nd trembling, glow-.
Like bright gems in the wave below; *’	'