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the west. Passing on to Eagle-hurst, and noticing the truth 

 of the termination even to this day, let us sit down on the 

 shore. Here is a view which should he remembered. In one 

 sense the world cannot show its equal. Far away to the 

 east stretches the low Hampshire coast, ended by the harbour 

 of Portsmouth and its bare forest of masts. To the south, 

 towards Spithead, rides the long line of battle-ships ; and 

 round the harbours of the ' two Cowes sail fleets of yachts, 

 showing how much still of the old Scandinavian blood runs in 

 our veins of the spirit which finds employment in adventure 

 and delight in danger. Steamers, with their black pennants 

 of smoke, hurry down the narrow strait, carrying the news 

 or the merchandise of the world ; whilst all is overshadowed 

 by supreme natural beauty, the hills of the Isle of Wight 

 standing boldly up, crested with their soft green downs, and 

 their dark purple shadows resting fold over fold on the valley 

 sides. Still continuing along the shore we reach Leap, a 

 small fishing village, where boats ply across from its hard to 

 the Island. Here, it is said, but I know not on what autho- 

 rity save that worst tradition, that the Dauphin, afterwards 

 Louis VIII. of France, embarked after the defeat of his army 

 at Lincoln, and his fleet off Dover. Certain it is that he had 

 adherents to his cause in the neighbourhood, especially in 

 William de Vernon, whose arms were formerly blazoned with 

 his own in the east window of the north aisle of the Forest 

 Church of Boldre.* 



* At the date of the Dauphin's leaving England, William de Vernon 

 was dead, which makes his embarkation at Leap less probable. Neither 

 Roger of Wendover (vol. iv. p. 32. Ed. Coxe), nor Walter Hemingburgh 

 (vol. i. p. 259. Ed. Hamilton), nor Ralph Coggeshale (Chronicon Angli- 



