LYNN PICTURES BY // JAMES JEFFREY, WITH DESIGNS AND ENGRAVINGS BY THE AUTHOR. LYNN : JEFFREY & LAW, PRINTERS, 1880. '// JA.ME.S JEFFREY^ ALONG THE SHORE. A Sea l/('7L'. Alono' ihe Shore. The hnu gre.en iiitirshes of fhe sea. The Harbor. S7aa//o7vs. The Beach '^ loohing south. The Beach; looking north. The Moonlit Sea. Red Rock. Swanipscott from King's Beach. Ki7ig''s Beach frojn Red Rock. Wave. MISCELLANE O US. View from High Rock. Ocean Street. Floating Bridge. Flax Pond. Sketch., Lover s Leap. Pirates' Glen. Road to Diimreon Rock. Dungeon Rock. Sketch in Lynn Woods. LTNNMERE. Gate way. The Drive. Squirrels. Taiighd copse zujod ivays. The Lake. Birds. The Mansion.. INTRODUCTIOX. Few cities or towns have so many attractive places as Lynn; and to illustrate some of them is the object of this little book. The scope of the work does not ad- mit of an elaborate description of each spot, not an ex- tended review of Historical facts and traditions: but it is merely an attempt to portray the places mentioned, in a simple manner. Lvnnmere is situated near the Floating;' Bridjje on the Salem and Boston turnpike; here is the summer resi- dence of the widow of the late Hon. Richard S. Fay. Here nature and art combined, has produced a stop which is verv beautiful. I t V '■r^O iiA ^ i. ^atm Along the shore close beside the e\er restless sea, the low green marshes stretch away to where the bold head lands of Revere break the long line of sandy beach. And spreading inland to where the Avooded hills of Sau- gus' rocky surface rolls, where hazy distance lends an untold beauty to the view. But jiorijeousis the sig^ht when setting sun, spreads in the western sky a misty web of golden threads and tinges with its luie the surface of the winding river, as it wends its wav among the many stacks of hay. And wider spreading until it linall\- emp- ties into the harbor : here merry oarsmen hale and strong, shoot with brown arms their light skiffs over the water. Here white winged yachts go to and fro as if thev knew not where to go, like swallows hither, thither flying. Fair beach ! when summer sunshine warms the earth and lapsing waves do kiss thee; 'tis then a stroll along thy way, is like a dream of other lands. We sec the merry bathers battling with the breakers, and si ips so slowly glide along the horizon. We see the gulls soar away on high and white -capped waves hish the rocky shores of gay Nahant. But when the fiery shafts of heaven shoot athwart the i.ky and rumbHn^( thunder shakes the rocks and howHng wind sweeps fror.i the east, 'tis then the angry waves lash thy shore as if they would drown thee. Or when the moon comes out the sea and its soit rays play with the restless waves, then lovers arm in arm and heart to heart stroll along thv sand}- way, enjoying the beauties of the moonlit sea. RED ROCK. 53Ee^W*PajJP^^i Red Rock is a place where dreamers love to sit: and all who lo^"c the sound of the rest- less waves as they dash upon the jaofo-ed rocks. On either hand charming cottages are dotted along the shore ; with their smooth lawns and shady nooks, they make one think that this world is beautiful enough. Looking farther on towards Swamp- scott, one sees the fishermen launching their boats getting read\- for a voyage to some far-off fishing grounds. One sits upon this rock and gazes and listens: thinks of the vast expanse of the ocean until his heart is ''full of longing for the secrets of the sea/' But when the man- tle of night is spread o'er all and softl}" the sound of the city bells come stealing through the air, they sing again the poet's song. "O curfew of the setting sun! O bells of Lynn! O requiem of the dying day! O bells of Lynn ! Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight, O'er land and sea they rise and fall, () bells of Lynn!" iiiilHinmiiiiiliWi;iiiiiiiiii.iiii!i:"iii'i"iii»i^«'^ HIGH ROCK. HIGH ROCK. Ah! wliut u sight here meets our eyes; before us lies the <>rand old oeean and at our feet the town with its many w indin^- streets. Far away to the westward like a brilliant star, shines the gilded dome of the state-house and piereing the sk\" the monument of Bunker Hill. To the south the distant headlands of the bay darken the horizon, while near at hand like an Eden set in the sea is Nahant, and Egg Roek with its white light-house. Not far avva\' lies beautiful Swampseott and the tish- ing vessels moored otl'the shore. Eastward as far as the eye can reach we see Cape Ann in the misty distance and Marblehead's spires in bold relief against the sky; while northward, rockv knolls and wooded hills stretch for miles a\\'a\'. OCEAN STREET. This beautiful avenue, running from Nahant Street to Swampscott, is the finest drive in the city. Upon each side are the houses of wealthy citizens and summer res- idents. A ride through this avenue in the summer is ex- tremely beautiful. The smooth lawns, the half hidden cottages among the trees, the sound of the breakers washing the shore and an occasional glimpse of the blue ocean as we glide along the smooth road, fill the heart with admiration. I'^loating bridge, sit- .r.itcd on the Salem and Boston turnpike, extends across a beautiful sheet of water known as Glenmere pond which is surrounded for the most part by wooded shores, except on the north and east; where the land rises in gentle slopes from the water and where a few weather beaten cottages add to the picturcsqueness of the scene. Lake Wcniichusor Flax Pond, al- though somewhat disfigured by ice- houses on its shores, still retains some ^^ of its natural beauties. Here bathers ^ who prefer fresh to salt water, lave themsehxs during the warm suiniiiLr evenings. And those who prefer to sail or row upon the lake, pass their leisure time plowing its smooth or slightly ruffled surface. But when winter with frosty fingers spreads a glossv sheet over the lake, then the youtli of both sexes enjo}- themselves with the health}- sport of skating. LOVER'S LEAP. since Addison wrote the translation of the Greek manuscript giving a short history of the Lover's Leap upon the promontory of Leu- cate. it is surprising to sej how many places have been named after that far famed spot. But thanks to heaven! very few of them have found lovers foolish enough to leap from their dizzy heights , and we are happy to say, that no Sappho nor Hesperus has leaped from this beautiful eminence. Located upon the fine estate known as Lin- wood, its surroundings are very beautiful. PIRATES^ GLEN AND DUNGEON ROCK. In this lone spot, tradition in- brms us, there about the micl- 7th. century, a Here they some time unmo- nallyall except mberwerecap- ; penalty they ted out to them. well worth ru crcred rocks re on the one thickly wooded other and on the dismal swamp. through whose dense foliage the eye cannot penetrate but a few feet, combine to form a solitary scene. In connection with the surroundings, the thoughts of pirates crowding the mind, the scene is indescribably lonesome. One tries to dispel these thoughts; especially if he is alone in the late afternoon, when the tall pines throw- shadows that have no end. A feeling of dread steals over vou, until it is almost unbearable and you retire leaving the thoughts of pi- rates and their bloody work. DUNGEON ROCK. In the year 1658, an earth- quake took place that up- heaved this rock and it said that the pirate ^vho escap- ed from the glen was buried alive. Tradition tells of treasure buried here: and in hopes it may be ibund, tlu- present excavation has been made. But it is not a Iruit- less job, for the income from the curious who visit the spot, leave more money than will be likel\ to be lound in the bowels of the rock. The scenery from the top of the rock is extremely wild. Like a sea of wa^■in,<^^ crreen, for miles the landscape stretches away; and in the dis- tance can be seen the outline of the blue Atlantic. Ah Lvnnmere ! with th\- sylvan shades Thv phicid hike and sunnv glades : ■Tis here on sultry summer days I love to stroll along thy ways And with lair nature seek to praise The Maker of such heavenly days. In leafy arches oxerhead The ivy with the oak is wed . The hickory with the maple tvyine In man\- a fantastic line, Tntil their branches shut from xiew The broad expanse ot" heaven's bright blue. Here squirrels skip from limb to limb And with their chirp the green woods ring While near at hand the jay bird's cry Startles one iVom his re\ er}' ; -v2fe While hazy vistas farther on That tempt the footsteps all alon.s: And lead throue^h tangled copse wood ways Or where the careless brooklet strays. Amontr th\- shades the whispering pine With rustling oak and maple chime In murmuring tones and softly sigh At every breeze that passes by. And as these breezes go their way, The}- limber on the lake to play With lapsing ripples on the shore Which dance and play for ever more And kiss the bright and pebbly strand As it'thev loved this eden-land. As wand'ring over hill and dale And tired nature 'gins to fail , 'Tis then with half feigned sleep I lean Upon thv mossv banks and dream Of Eden's softest shades, and hear The sonirs of sweet birds far and near While c\ cr and anon is heard The lowing of the distant herd. With plavful sparkle skims the ground The purling stream with siherv sound And lovely flowers their scents exhale: 'Tis then the ravished senses tail, And really in the land of dreams The deity of shepherds seems To be the lord of all the land : For merry shepherds hand in hand To his loud piping dance and sing While field and wood with nuisic ring.