XL 



DISSOLVING VIEWS. 



IN the late busy days of Land-navigation, when a 

 man could hardly travel twenty miles along the old- 

 fashioned high road leading from anywhere to any- 

 where else, without rumbling under the skew arch, 

 or half dislocating his mortal framework over the 

 temporary bridge, of a ' Railway in progress,' as 

 Mr. Bradshaw, with monthly mockery and perti- 

 nacity of promise, called it, most people had oppor- 

 tunities of noticing certain funnel-shaped pyramids 

 of earth left standing in the ' cuttings,' which, if 

 not exactly like their prototypes, 



' Flinging their shadows from on high, 

 For time to count his ages by,' 



yet answered very satisfactorily the more modern 

 object of showing what deep wrinkles the face of 

 mother earth may receive in short chronologies, and 

 what geological liberties people take with her in her 



