EAMBLES ROUND FOLKESTONE. 



I. THE LOWEE SANDGATE ROAD. 



The old sandstone cliffs on the one hand, the ever- 

 sounding sea on the other ; who that knows 

 Folkestone does not know the Lower Road ? Judg- 

 ing by the numbers that frequent it we should say 

 there are few rambles in the neighbourhood to be 

 compared with it ; be it summer or whiter, it is never 

 deserted. What shall be our musings as we wander 

 along the pebbly beach, or stroll up the romantic 

 path cut on the face of the cliff through the miniature 

 groves of Scotch Fir ? Perhaps it will be wiser, cer- 

 tainly more successful, to give our thoughts the rein, 

 and let them carry us whither they will, for at every 

 fresh step we shall gain fresh reminders, and old 

 associations will rush back again on the mind. 



These old grey cliffs, what tales they could tell of 

 the days that are gone ! What stirring scenes have 

 once and again been witnessed from their summit ! 

 Time was, when the road at their foot was a rocky 

 sea shore, over which the waves dashed unceasingly 

 in the days when mankind were no less tumultuous 

 than themselves : possibly, nay some will have it, 



