[From the Brighton Herald of January, I860.] 



AT the foot of the Ship-street " Gap," Brighton, there 

 is a series of arches built in the face of the cliff; and 

 in one of these a very novel and interesting scene 

 took place on Thursday evening. It is known as the 

 Fisherman's Home and Reading-room, and is a warm, 

 comfortable, well-lighted place, perfectly adapted to 

 induce the beach population to prefer a cup of coffee 

 and a book to the expensive luxury of the beer-shop. 

 In this room were gathered as many seamen as could 

 be crowded into it, this being a kind of inaugural 

 assembly, one of, we hope, a long series of nights 

 on which the members of the Home will meet for 

 readings, songs, and other means of rational amuse- 

 ment. 



As this was the first, so it was a specfal night, marked 

 by the attraction of a special paper written for the 

 occasion by Mr. Jesse. He did not, however, read 

 his own paper. 



Alderman Burrows undertook that task ; but, before 

 commencing the reading, he took occasion to observe 

 that this Institution had been provided by persons 

 taking an interest in those who were not so well able 

 to help themselves, in order that the fishermen fre- 

 quenting this beach might have a nice, warm, dry, 

 ^mfortable apartment, in which they might read 

 newspapers and books provided for them, so that 

 they might be led to make an intelligent and right 



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