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less scene. If any person wishes to see the beauties 

 of Kent, let them traverse the hills about Upper 

 Mailing, and they have no occasion to visit the lakes 

 of Cumberland or Westmoreland, or any foreign 

 countries. From Town Mailing we went to Snodland, 

 and there slept, no, went to bed. For having 

 passed the house (the Bull Inn) about two hours before 

 we observed it deserted, viz., without company; but 

 finding we could not reach home that night we re- 

 turned to it late ; and at that time also came a mounte- 

 bank or tumbler with his numerous followers, and the 

 villagers immediately fell to dancing, drinking, and 

 making a noise all night long ; so that we only laid 

 down, waiting impatiently till the morning, when we 

 gladly departed, traversing over the hills to Meopham, 

 looking after scarce botanical plants, a few of which 

 we found, as the deadly night-shade growing on 

 Birling Hill, also the Orchis canopsea in great 

 plenty. 



" Saturday, 1 7th. This day Mrs. Pocock and her 

 three daughters went out, leaving the house open to 

 any strangers. 



(( Sunday, 18th. Walked with Mr. Peen to Chalk with 

 Mr. Lamburt (gardener to Esq. Bowles, Town Mailing) 

 to see some young cabbages peculiar to Chalk as early 

 growers. 



" Monday, 26th. I went with Mr. Crafter on 

 board the Thomas Greenville, East Indiaman, just 

 arrived, to see Mr. Jennings, the third mate ; but he 

 had not gone out in the ship. I carried him off some 

 fruit, which I gave to the chief mate ; and he in return 

 gave me a large turbo greenish shell he had picked up 

 in the Straits of Sunda. 



