THE WONDERS OF THE SHORE, 57 
years’ desultory hunting on his own account; and 
he has often regretted that no naturalist has esta- 
blished shore-lectures at some watering-place, like 
those up hill and down dale field-lectures which, 
in pleasant bygone Cambridge days, Professor Sedg- 
wick used to give to young geologists, and Professor 
Henslow to young botanists. 
In the meanwhile, to show you something of what 
may be seen by those who care to see, let me take 
you, in imagination, to a shore where I was once at 
home, and for whose richness I can vouch, and 
choose our season and our day to start forth, on 
some glorious September or October morning, to 
see what last night’s equinoctial gale has swept 
from the populous shailows of Torbay, and cast 
up, high and dry, on Paignton sands. 
Torbay is a place which should be as much 
endeared to the naturalist as to the patriot and to 
the artist. We cannot gaze on its blue ring of 
water, and the great limestone bluffs which bound 
it to the north and south, without a glow passing 
through our hearts, as we remember the terrible and 
