they sat and ate in uttermost contentment. And to The-Man-WhoLooked-On-there seemed to be only one such-they made a pleasant pic

ture.

But suddenly the scene was changed. Down upon the unconscious group swooped an overzealous officer of the law, somewhat roughly ordering the startled family to leave the beach and betake themselves and their "victuals" to the place provided for such uses, several blocks back from the shore. To many children a policeman's uniform and badge mean just one. awesome thing. One of the little fellows caught at his mother's hand and asked piteously, with quivering lips, "Is we arrested?" The others, in scared silence, huddled close as they began to pick their way from the friendly sand in the direction indicated.

Somehow the pathos of the little scene touched The-Man-WhoLooked-On. He tried to intercede for the bewildered party, then took it under his own charge, and presently had the satisfaction of seeing the interrupted meal comfortably resumed upon one of the ice cream tables on the North End Pavilion. It was some time, to be sure, before the little fellow who had been terrified at the thought of having been "arrested" could be wholly reassured. But even this was at last successfully accomplished, the bestowal of a few soda water checks completed the children's happiness, and all was well once more.

But The-Man-Who-Looked-On went on thinking. After all, the incident was but one of many such which might happen every day. And gradually the thinking took form and crystallized in the idea which led to the construction, before another summer, of the Excursionists' Paviliona place where chairs and tables are provided and visitors made freely welcome to their use-a place not back among the prosaic sights and sounds of public streets, but directly over the sand and the curling waves-a place where cool sea breezes give relish to the simplest box or basket luncheon, where the glory of old ocean lies spread before out-looking eyes, and where the boom of surf and splash of breakers mingles with the strains of the Pavilion Band in making most delicious music. All of which is just one part of Ocean Grove's welcome to her guests to-day.

SOUTH END MEMORIES

The loss of the old Pavilion, with the consequent changed appearance of the entire South End, not only suggests varied possibilities for the future, but revives many vivid memories of both the near and the more distant past. A number of these have been brought to us and are full of interest. But few-and those only of the older generation-can recall much of the earlier history of this part of the place.

The bathing privileges at Ocean Grove were originally held by Mr.

W. T. Street under a patent granted by the State of New Jersey. But at this time there was bathing only at the north end of the beach. Previous, however, to the expiration of the Street patent, in the year 1876, it had been thought to have bathing facilities at each end of the beach front, and leases were drawn up under contracts with individuals for the provision of such requirements.

The first pavilion on this site was built by one hotel owner for the accommodation of his guests. It was called by his name, and for many

years the whole establishment continued to be known as "Lillagore's." Although neither very large nor very substantial, this pavilion served an excellent purpose and was for its time an admirable and attractive struc

ture.

But it became the frequent prey of winter storms, as well as the occasional victim of a summer tempest, receiving damage from both winds and waves, so that it had repeatedly to be rebuilt, at much expense to its owner. Each time that this occurred, considerable additions and improvements were made, including hot and cold sea water baths, an inclosed swimming pool, a restaurant, and other desirable features.

In 1904, when the old Auditorium was removed to make place for the present structure, it was decided to reerect it, in somewhat modified form, as a pavilion at the South End. This was successfully done, and when

completed it provided the commodious and cool retreat, far superior to the accommodations then existing at the North End, known as "Ross's." Some years ago the establishment came into the possession and under the direct management of the Ocean Grove Association; but the equipment having begun to be regarded as less than adequate, the Association was planning still further extensions and improvements, some of which, indeed, were already begun, when the fire occurred which utterly destroyed the whole of the South End group.

The most hallowed and tender of associations with this site were naturally those which clustered about the old Auditorium. Many there were who could hardly pass beneath its roof without recalling successive memories of the past-how, when this building succeeded the green pine "bowers" built in front of the original "Preachers' Stand," ample provision was believed to have been made for all future congregations, inasmuch as it was inconceivable that any speaker could be heard by a larger audience than the six thousand persons who could be seated on the benches or settees which it contained; how these very beams and rafters had vibrated to the utterances of great orators like Bishop Newman, General Gordon, Colonel Bain, and scores of others; how between the slender wooden pillars had been massed attentive, earnest faces, while from the little elevation of the platform, looked down the revered countenances of Osborne, the founder of Ocean Grove; of Dr. Stokes, its first and only president until the time of his death, of Inskip, Stockton, Cookman, and many more whose names will never quite be forgotten in this place. Even the rhythm and deep reverberations of the waves, as one sat here, seemed somehow touched with the harmonies with which these timbers had been used to ring when thousands of worshipers gathered under the same roof back yonder in the grove, had lifted up their voices in a volume of song such as nowhere else was ever heard. And it was not difficult to fancy that one saw again the very faces of Sweeney and Kirkpatrick and Willisford Dey, as in summers gone they led the multitudes in the dear, familiar hymns.

But memories are more enduring than material things. And is it strange that to some the smoke rising through that April night of the holocaust seemed like incense of old casting its shadow on the awed faces of the beholders?

THE NEW SOUTH END PAVILION

Foremost among the pleasant surprises which Ocean Grove held in store for its summer visitors in 1916 was the new Pavilion at the South End. Every one knew, of course, that something of the kind was in process of construction, but no one could have been quite prepared for the actual impression made by this spacious and beautiful structure.

By no means a copy or imitation, the new Pavilion was in perfect artistic harmony with its popular older sister at the North End. The two together, with the wide and unobstructed Board Walk between, now form a well-composed and balanced picture, the like of which, for fine and simple proportions, is rarely to be found. Whether seen by day, standing out in white relief against the blue of the summer sky, or by night, glitteringly outlined in the darkness by their hundreds of electric lights, both alike appear as fairy palaces of pleasure.

The interior of the new Pavilion, with its immense unencumbered floor space and abundant supply of easy-chairs and rockers, is in full keeping

with its external beauty. Adding to this the number and excellence of the bath-houses and the many other provisions for the comfort and enjoyment of patrons of all ages, no one can wonder at the instant and growing popuuarity of "the new South End."

STREETS AND ENTRANCES

In 1874 the entrance to Ocean Grove at Main Avenue was greatly improved by grading and graceful curving of the lines permitting a triangular plot which was sodded and otherwise beautified.

It was not until December 24, 1890, that the old wooden gates at Main Avenue entrance were superseded by new iron gates, at a cost of $455. The first to pass through these gates, in one of Mr. Stiles' stages, were the officers of the Association.

THE NEW MAIN AVENUE GATES AND THE STORY OF THE INSCRIPTIONS "O-oh!" In varied tones of surprise and admiration the exclamation burst from the lips of hundreds of arriving visitors in 1916-especially of

those who have been former frequenters of Ocean Grove, familiar with the old swinging gates through which nine tenths of all the folk who came here have entered the place. For they were utterly gone, those old gates; and in their place the fine new portal, with its pillars of tapestry brick, offered if not a wider and heartier, at least a more cheery and impressive welcome alike to friends and strangers.

Hundreds of feet too halted, and vehicles paused, that incomers might read the beautiful inscriptions on the tablets that greet the eyes of every arrival.

"ENTER INTO HIS GATES WITH THANKSGIVING."

The words

sound the keynote of Ocean Grove's welcome so plainly that one can almost

hear as well as see them. And like the response of an antiphonal chorus comes the answering refrain from the other hand-"AND INTO HIS COURTS WITH PRAISE."

"How handsome! And how fitting!" is the quick tribute of appreciation from every one who looks upon them. And so they are. they are. But they are something more. The tablets, from the moment they were set in place, have not only been a choice decoration and the expression of an appropriate sentiment, but-to the little circle of "those who know"-they have daily told a sweet and intimate story of personal love and remembrance-a story almost too sacred for telling, yet quite too beautiful for keeping secret.

No, there is no name engraved upon the bronze, look as closely as you will. In that sense these are not memorial tablets. Yet-again to the few who knew and have remembered each recalls a name and a personality which a generation ago stood out in bright relief and whose real impress cannot be lost so long as influence extends from life to life adown the years. One is of a man, strong and splendid in his early prime, endowed