The Pine-tree coast . THE OLD • I l i:.* 280 THE PINE-TREE COAST. and stately processions, — as something grown stronger and more sonorous withthe lapse of years. How lovingly the sweet tones of the curfew seem lingering on the evening air ! Those evening bells, those evening bells ! But no; it is the call of Time rather than Eternity. Yet it agreeably breaksthe stillness, or divides it rather into equal portions. When one has gone through every nook and corner of the village, it becomesapparent that Castines greatest charm lies in its eventful past. To that weonce more turn as to an inexhaust
The Pine-tree coast . THE OLD • I l i:.* 280 THE PINE-TREE COAST. and stately processions, — as something grown stronger and more sonorous withthe lapse of years. How lovingly the sweet tones of the curfew seem lingering on the evening air ! Those evening bells, those evening bells ! But no; it is the call of Time rather than Eternity. Yet it agreeably breaksthe stillness, or divides it rather into equal portions. When one has gone through every nook and corner of the village, it becomesapparent that Castines greatest charm lies in its eventful past. To that weonce more turn as to an inexhaustible resource. For those who never read except when they run, few places furnish betterobject-lessons in history. From the story of border warfare, as told by those. MAIN STREET, CASTINE. fading mounds by the shore, we pass on, and up, to a more momentous period,as portrayed in the still solid ramparts crowning the heights. Here men of thesame race have crossed swords in deadly strife. The Main Street takes one straight up to the site of Fort George; for it wasbuilt when George III. was king, and christened with many bumpers when theflag was run up and saluted for the first time. Landors incisive abridgmentof Thackerays Four Georges came into my mind quite spontaneously, as Iwas taking my first walk around the ramparts: — George the First was reckoned vile; Viler George the Second ;And what mortal ever heard Any good of George the Third?When from earth the Fourth ascended, God be praised, the Georges ended! All the islands and shores forming the harbor lie at ones feet. Here areHolbrooks and Nautilus islands, and yonder are Brooksville and Cape HISTORIC CASTINE. 281 Far away in the oast rise the dim liixmj>s of Mount Desert ami the s
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