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Where Shall We Go To For A Holiday?
and the smell of hayfields , and have perforce to linger for duty and toil amid the dust , and the smells , and the turmoil of dear , dirty , ugly London . A writer in the Observer , the other day , seemed to think that nobody really enjoys a holiday . That it is a myth , like a good many
other myths just now , gradually being exploded and given up ; and that so far from there being any pleasure or happiness in a holiday , most people positively count the hours of their absence from their Lares and Penates , and are glad to find themselves safe and sound at home again . We think that the writer of that long and sarcastic
article must have been suffering from an indigestion , or be a lover of paradox . As a rule , people do not go where they do not want to go to , and do not travel at all unless they are willing- and keen to have a holiday themselves . We can quite understand the case of a worthy head of a family , perhaps a discreet brother of our Order , a prudent
and far-seeing-man , who counts the cost of every thing , hesi tating at large abnormal expenditure , and being overpersuaded by his anxious wife and excited olive blossoms . But as a general rule , we fancy most of us enjoy a holiday , and if the sacred right conceded in Magna
Charta to Englishmen to grumble , is always rather extensively used at home and abroad , we feel quite certain that not only much good comes from the summer holidays , but that the Avanderers and loiterers enjoy themselves excessively . And the reason is obvious . It is pleasant for a feAV days to be free from petty , harassing , engrossing ,
and sordid cares . It is pleasant to know that you have not to wade through an interminable row of figures , master some disagreeable returns , or grow rabid over a terifically long bill of lawyer ' s costs . It is pleasant to exchange the drains , and dust , and omnibuses , and hansoms , and trains of London for cool lanes and fragrant trees , for
sunny flowers and green hedges , for lake , and fell , and hill , and moorland , for the ozone of the briny ocean , for white sands , delicious plunges into the salty blue , for bathing machines and undress suits . It is pleasant to loiter idly under a shady tree , or sit under a sheltering rock , and " moon " over the wide expanse of water . It is
pleasant , in short , to find yourself out on a holiday when , if you are a well-disposed being , if purse and liver are alike in fair order , you are yourself interested in everything , greatly benefited by sociable companionship and needed change .
There are some requirements , however , yon cannot do without if your holiday is to be a pleasant memory in after days , if you are thoroughly to enjoy the opportunity and the scene . First of all be good-tempered . Don't be snarling or cantankerous . Secondly , put up cheerily with little discomforts . Thirdly , don't keep on car ping and
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Where Shall We Go To For A Holiday?
and the smell of hayfields , and have perforce to linger for duty and toil amid the dust , and the smells , and the turmoil of dear , dirty , ugly London . A writer in the Observer , the other day , seemed to think that nobody really enjoys a holiday . That it is a myth , like a good many
other myths just now , gradually being exploded and given up ; and that so far from there being any pleasure or happiness in a holiday , most people positively count the hours of their absence from their Lares and Penates , and are glad to find themselves safe and sound at home again . We think that the writer of that long and sarcastic
article must have been suffering from an indigestion , or be a lover of paradox . As a rule , people do not go where they do not want to go to , and do not travel at all unless they are willing- and keen to have a holiday themselves . We can quite understand the case of a worthy head of a family , perhaps a discreet brother of our Order , a prudent
and far-seeing-man , who counts the cost of every thing , hesi tating at large abnormal expenditure , and being overpersuaded by his anxious wife and excited olive blossoms . But as a general rule , we fancy most of us enjoy a holiday , and if the sacred right conceded in Magna
Charta to Englishmen to grumble , is always rather extensively used at home and abroad , we feel quite certain that not only much good comes from the summer holidays , but that the Avanderers and loiterers enjoy themselves excessively . And the reason is obvious . It is pleasant for a feAV days to be free from petty , harassing , engrossing ,
and sordid cares . It is pleasant to know that you have not to wade through an interminable row of figures , master some disagreeable returns , or grow rabid over a terifically long bill of lawyer ' s costs . It is pleasant to exchange the drains , and dust , and omnibuses , and hansoms , and trains of London for cool lanes and fragrant trees , for
sunny flowers and green hedges , for lake , and fell , and hill , and moorland , for the ozone of the briny ocean , for white sands , delicious plunges into the salty blue , for bathing machines and undress suits . It is pleasant to loiter idly under a shady tree , or sit under a sheltering rock , and " moon " over the wide expanse of water . It is
pleasant , in short , to find yourself out on a holiday when , if you are a well-disposed being , if purse and liver are alike in fair order , you are yourself interested in everything , greatly benefited by sociable companionship and needed change .
There are some requirements , however , yon cannot do without if your holiday is to be a pleasant memory in after days , if you are thoroughly to enjoy the opportunity and the scene . First of all be good-tempered . Don't be snarling or cantankerous . Secondly , put up cheerily with little discomforts . Thirdly , don't keep on car ping and