The pioneer, the sailor, the soldier, the colonist may fight, and struggle and suffer, and proclaim his pride in his new home and possessions, but these are the love of a wife, of children, of friends; that other is the love, with its touch of adoration, that is not less nor more, but still different, that mysterious mingling of care for, and awe of, the one who brought you into the world.
"'This is the England, I take it, that makes one feel his duty to be his religion, and the England that every American comes to as to a shrine.
When this is sunk in the sea, or trampled over by a host of invading Germans, or mauled into bankruptcy by pandering politicians and sour socialists, one of the most delightful spots in the whole world will have been lost, and no artist ever be able to paint such a picture again, for nowhere else is there just this texture of canvas, just this quality if pigment, just these fifteen centuries of atmosphere.' I think this sums it up nicely," commented Elder Malby.
"Ireland is a pretty fine country, too," said Chester, with far-away tone, still gazing out of the window.
Elder Malby laughed heartily, in which his companion joined.

Chester had told him his Irish experiences.
Ramsgate is a pretty town on the east coast.

It being Sunday, the shops were closed and the streets quiet.

After some enquiries and searching, the local elder was found in the outskirts of the town.

The two visitors were warmly received.