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fatigue, so elastic is the short green turf, so sweet the yellow- 

 blossoming furze, and so exhilarating the pure sea breeze. The 

 sea continually rolled upon the beach at the foot of the long 

 range of white chalk cliffs forming the stupendous heights of 

 Beachy Head, and which give Albion her name. About nine 

 miles west is Windmill, the property of my grandfather, Mr 

 C. , whom I but lightly remember ; but we children used 

 frequently to visit there while Mrs C. was still living. The 

 mansion-house is closely surrounded by wood, the lofty trees 

 being inhabited by a rookery and heronry. What deeply im- 

 pressed our childish minds was the mysterious quietness which 

 reigned through the apartments indoors, contrasted with the 

 noise of the rookery out of doors ; the damp, musty smell which 

 prevailed everywhere, in consequence of being so much shut in 

 by wood ; the excessively high feeding, which caused a visit to 

 Windmill always to terminate with a dose of salts ; and the 

 ten-shilling tip we received at our departure. 



1834. — I have a regular diary for this and the two succeed- 

 ing years, a singular sort of production ; but we were early taught 

 to keep journals — an admirable habit ! 

 October 4. — My sister Caroline born. 



1835. — In September the entire family went to Edmond 

 Castle on a visit to our uncle. Mr T. left us, very much to 

 our regret. He went afterwards to Kelso, but after that we 

 never heard anything more of him. 



1836. — This winter we spent in Paris, living in the Eue de 

 la Paix. We renewed our acquaintance with Mr B., whom 

 we found in Paris giving lessons in French and English. He 



