110 FOG. 



was most singular and peculiarly ro- 

 mantic. We seemed to be on an elevation 

 in a small island looking down upon the 

 sea : the sky above us was beautiful and 

 clear, without a cloud to blot or to de- 

 stroy the serenely blue concave ; while 

 the trees that reared their heads above 

 the edge of the Bowl were adorned 

 with icicles that hung down like crystals 

 projecting from a rock, with equal grace 

 and brilliancy. It was not long before 

 we were again in this immaterial ocean, 

 and, after sipping a little to arm us 

 against the cold when we changed, we 

 quitted Horndean, and entered the Bere 

 Forest. As the evening advanced, the 

 fog increased, and my friend's volubility 

 by no means decreased. 



At an unfortunate moment, when he 

 had distracted my attention by his un- 

 ceasing tongue, I found the coach a little 

 off its equilibrium on my side. To restore 



