CHAPTER XI. 



'Travelling Is not good for us; we travel so aeldom. How much more dignified 

 leisure hath a Mussel glued to his impassable rocky limit two inches square I He hears 

 the tide roll over him, backwards and forwards, twice a day (as the Salisbury coacu 

 goes and returns in eight and forty hours), but knows better than to take an out- 

 side place on the top on't. He is the owl of the sea, Minerva's fish, ihzfish of wisdom.'' 



C. LAMB to B. BAKTON. 



