This was one of the so-called secrets of the ancient Phoenicians--has it never occurred to you as important that the Phoenician name for Dionysos, the god of wine-growers, was lost ?" Mentally St.George added another barrel to the cargo of _The Aloha_, and wondered if the _Sentinel_ would start botanical gardens and a lighting plant and turn them to the account of advertisers.
All the time, mile upon mile, was unrolling before them the unforgetable beauty of the island.

So perfectly were its features marshaled and so exact were its proportions that, as in many great experiences and as in all great poems, one might not, without familiarity, recall its detail, but must instead remain wrapped in the glory of the whole.

The avenues, wide as a river, swept between white banks of majestic buildings combining with the magic of great mass the pure beauty of virginal line.

Line, the joy of line, the glory of line, almost, St.George thought, the divinity of line, was everywhere manifest; and everywhere too the divinity of colour, no longer a quality extraneous, laid on as insecure fancy dictates, but, by some law long unrevealed, now actually identified with the object which it not so much decorated as purified.

The most interesting of the thoroughfares led from the Eurychorus, or public square, along the lagoon.