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garden fences they could not be. Part of a cunningly-planned 

 road they could not be. Part of a maze they could not be. For 

 what forgotten purpose, by what forgotten race, were they 

 fashioned 1 ? For many minds there must surely be a strange 

 magnetism drawing them to these and such-liko almost, yet not 

 altogether, vanished, annihilated antiquities. It is so when at 

 times the sea gives up King Philip's long sunken gold reals and 

 silver ingots. How much deeper the emotion, as linked to vastly 

 deeper antiquity, when other waves yield other relics ! It must 

 be a dull soul that moves not when not storm but sunshine not 

 from the West Bay but from the billow-like undulations of Dorset 

 downs shows once more the vanished work of Roman or 

 Phoenician, of Kelt or of Iber. 



