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We ascended the liill's brow, and perceived a wood, small and 

 picturesque enough, on our left, m hich we deemed likely to con- 

 tain the precious prize ; but, alas ! further on and straight ahead 

 two other copses or woods made their appearance, both of them 

 in provokingly picturesque positions. We passed by the first- 

 seen wood and went to those more remote, and found them both 

 quite impenetrable. From these copses we went up to the farm- 

 house on the brow on the left, and inquired for Whiting Brooks, 

 the name of the depression where both the wood and the copse, 

 so well defined by our reverend guide, are situated. We were 

 directed back to the wood and copse first seen when reaching the 

 brow of the hill. The open boggy part of the wood we found, 

 and everything corresponded to the description which we had 

 carefully perused and studied till it hung to our memories like 

 the burden of some favourite old ballad, or like a piece of good 

 luck which only happens once or twice in a long lifetime. Every- 

 tliiiig was there except, horresco referens, " the tall, graceful 

 Cyperus, spreading around its slender branches, tufted with chest- 

 nut spikelets, like a delicate exotic or miniature Palm, wandering 

 from its native clime to adorn this secluded spot," was — what 

 shall I say ? — was, in dog Latin, non est inventus. Like weary, 

 hungry pedestrians as we were, we left the secluded spot, minus 

 the sweet Galingale, consoling ourselves with the assurance that 

 we had found the place though not the plant, brooding over our 

 disappointment, and speculating on the cause of our ill-success. 



Between Seabrooke and Hythe we met abundance of Salvia 

 verbenaca, one of the last of the plants to be recorded as the 

 produce of this journey. It was plentiful on the roadside between 

 Seabrooke and Hythe. 



Next morning, before leaving for London, we strolled up the 

 town into the churchyard, (not of Hythe, but of Folkestone, for 

 the crowded state of the former compelled us to return a third 

 time to Folkestone,) where several fine healthy plants of Hen- 

 bane were growing about the tombstones on the east end, 

 that nearest to the town. The esplanade on the cliff was just 

 looked at, and the situation was much commended. The views 

 from this part of Folkestone are very good and extensive. In 

 front there is the sea ; the downs are in the rear ; on the left 

 Shakspeare's Clifi^, Eastwear Bay, and Folkestone Harbour ; and 

 on the west Hythe, Romney Marsh, and Dungeness, 



