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ferny region. The open gate of a villa reveals a little 

 girl " perambulating " a baby amid the bowers and 

 blossoms of a sweet garden, whose numerous old tama- 

 risk trees, rough and bristling, guard the wall, just 

 breaking into their plumy foliage. And then we open 

 the expanse of shore and sea, and the wheels of the 

 carriage are suddenly six inches deep in the soft sand. 

 How brightly the wide silver sea is glancing and spark- 

 ling under the climbing sun ! Scarcely a breeze breaks 

 its mirrory face, though far out in the offing lines and 

 bands of deep blue show that there are intermitting 

 puffs ruffling the water ; and the craft that creep along 

 the horizon have evidently got a working breeze, though 

 the yachts in the half- distance sit like white swans, their 

 motionless prows pointing every way, and "floating 

 double," on the molten looking-glass. 



These are the Goodringtoii Sands ; for there on the 

 left is the projecting bluff of red sandstone, horizontally 

 stratified, known as Eoundham Head, and beyond it in 

 the distance we see Hope's Nose, and its two guardian 

 islets, the Orestone and the Thatcher. On the other 

 side, the long wall of land terminating in Berry Head 

 projects to an equal distance, and we are in the bottom 

 of the deep bight, nearly equidistant from both. 



Immediately in front of the debouchure of the little 

 green lane, beginning some way down the beach, and 



