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merate, — probably to read about, — there were seen Linaria minor) 

 Nepeta Cataria, Beta maritima (on the cliff), Cynoglossum offici- 

 nale, and Pyrethrum maritimum. Here also Statice spathulata, 

 or S. binervosa, and Crithmum maritimum introduced themselves 

 to our notice ; the former of the two claimed, and also got, a 

 considerable share of our attention. Orobanche minor and Orchis 

 pyramidalis we were just able to recognize, though their season 

 had long past. The most common plants of the place were Eupa- 

 torium cannabinum, Parietaria diffusa, and P. erecta? most 

 abundant on these rocks, and in the interstices of the fallen 

 masses; and Picris hieracioides particularly large and handsome, 

 with deep orange-coloured flowers. 



Petroselinum sativum was as well established on the beach near 

 St. Margaret's as Linaria Cymbalaria and Centranthus ruber are 

 near Walmer. 



At 3t. Margaret's, on the cliff, we saw the Dover variety of 

 Silene nutans, a very coarse, large, and rough-leaved form of this 

 plant. It differs very much from the delicate slender form in 

 which this species appears on the rock whereon Nottingham 

 Castle is built. 



The walk to Dover along the narrow seashore, between the 

 waves and the cliff, was no further practicable because of the tide, 

 which at this time approached too near the rock to permit a 

 comfortable or safe passage in this direction, and no other way 

 was left but that over the downs, along the sea margin of the 

 cliff, by the South Foreland. From this lofty eminence we had 

 an extensive view of the sea and of the whole coast from the 

 North Foreland all along to Shakspeare's Cliff, beyond Dover. 

 We could see plainly all Pegwell Bay, where we were yesterday, 

 with the lofty cliffs about Margate ; also the towns of Sandwich 

 and Deal. Walmer village, with its castle, which has not much 

 of a castellated appearance, was in the foreground of this exten- 

 sive prospect. The coast of France to the right of Calais, and 

 the steep chalk rocks bounding on the south what are called the 

 Chops of the Channel, were very distinctly seen. Proceeding 

 along by the light-houses, the town of Dover appeared snugly 

 situated between the hills and the shore, with its future harbour 

 of refuge on the left, and its majestic castle on the right. This 

 was a view worth going seventy miles to look at ; and it would 

 be easier to imagine the delight of the spectator than to describe 



