82 GLAUCUS ; OR, 



Peacli ! humble as is thy home, and simple thy 

 bearing, thou art an honor even to this assem- 

 blage of nobles and doctors: nay, more, when 

 we consider everything, thou art an honor to 

 human nature itself; for where is the heroism 

 like that of virtuous, intelligent, independent 

 poverty ? And such heroism is thine!" — Cham- 

 bers's Edinh. Journ., Nov. 23, 1844. 



INIr. Peach is now, we are glad to say, reward- 

 ed in part for his long labors in the cause of 

 science, by having been removed to a more 

 lucrative post on the north coast of England ; 

 the earnest, it is to be hoped, of still further 

 promotion. 



But here we are at the old bank of boulders, 

 the ruins of an antique pier which the monks of 

 Tor Abbey built for their convenience, while 

 Torquay was but a knot of fishing huts within 

 a lonely limestone cove. To get to it, though, 

 we have passed many a hidden treasure ; for 

 every ledge of these flat New-red-sandstone- 

 rocks, if torn up with the crowbar, discloses in 

 its cracks and crannies nests of strange forms 

 which shun the light of day ; beautiful Actinia; 

 fill the tiny caverns Avith living flowers ; great 

 Pholades bore by hundreds in the softer strata ; 



