26 RAMBLES BOUND FOLKESTONE. 



beauty, fresh almost it seemed from the hand of GOD. 

 Another, nearer home, as I lay resting on one of the 

 steep slopes on the cliff between St. Margaret's Bay 

 and Dover Castle ; the bright sun lighting up both 

 land and water, the sea like glass, and studded with 

 sails, the regular thudding of the paddles of the 

 steamers reaching the ear from a distance of two or 

 three milss a scene of enchantment, all so quiet, to 

 be looked at only in silence and enjoyed. 



Along the banks of this little stream where the 

 trees are thickest, it is worth the entomologist's while 

 to devote a night or two to sugaring. The three 

 Bed Underwings fCatocala mipta, C. sponsa and 

 C, promissa) have been taken here. 



