io Alexander Goodman More. [i842 



Where Sea View looks at Portsmouth 



Across the bright blue wave ; 

 Where Helen's Saint her Green extends, 



Where graze the geese, so grave ; 

 Where fishermen at Bembridge 



Entrap the savoury prawn ; 

 Where Culver rears her cliffs to hail 



Each day's returning dawn ; 

 Where GodshilPs ancient temple 



Yet crowns her sacred hill, 

 And her tall tower uprising high 



Doth beckon higher still ; 

 Where Ventnor on her sunny slopes 



Shelters from winter's blast 

 The wan and languid sufferer 



Till winds of March are past ; 

 Thence far away to Niton, 



Where the great crabs are found 

 Those mighty crabs that have been known 



To weigh full fifteen pourd ! 

 Where Needles fling their shadows 



Far o'er the western tides, 

 As evening's brightness lingers 



Long on their purpled sides ; 

 Where Sandown crowns the red sand cliff 



Above her winding bay, 

 And children gather sea-worn shells 



The livelong summer day ; 

 Where Shanklin smiles beneath her Down, 



Midst elms and meads so green, 

 They hardly winter seem to know : 



Unchanging still they seem. 

 And all night long the Nightingale 



Trills here her sweet lament : 

 How many happy hours have we 



In those loved haunts yspent ! 



He "left Rugby for good" in December, 1849, "just 

 after Tait had accepted the Deanery of Carlisle." He was 

 now 19, and in another year was to enter Cambridge. 

 " His scholarship gives fair promise that if his health is 

 restored he will distinguish himself in the University," 

 Dr. Tait wrote to his father a few months before he left 

 school. Mr. Mayor, in reference to his quitting Rugby, 

 wrote, " For myself I have lost a very efficient head of my 

 house, and I cannot, I fear, get on well without him." 



