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LETTER LXXXVII. 

 TO THE HON. DAINES HARRINGTON. 



SELBORNE. 



Mugire videbis 



Sub pedibus terram, et desceiidere montibus ornos. 



WHEN I was a boy, I used to read, with astonishment and 

 implicit assent, accounts in Baker's Chronicle of walking- hills 

 and travelling mountains. John Philips, in his Cyder, alludes 

 to the credit that was given to such stories with a delicate but 

 quaint vein of humour, peculiar to the author of the Splendid 

 Shit/ing : 



I nor advise, nor reprehend, the choice 



Of Marc ley Hill ; * the apple no where finds 



A kinder mould : yet 'tis unsafe to trust 



Deceitful ground : who knows but that, once more, 



This mount may journey, and, his present site 



Forsaking, to thy neighbour's bounds transfer 



The goodly plants, affording matter strange 



For law debates ! 



But, when I came to consider better, I began to suspect 

 that, though our hills may never have journeyed far, yet that 

 the ends of many of them have slipped and fallen away at 

 distant periods, leaving the cliffs bare and abrupt. This seems 

 to have been the case with Nore and Whetham Hills, and 

 especially with the ridge between Harteley Park and Ward- 

 le-ham, where the ground has slid into vast swellings and 

 furrows, and lies still in such romantic confusion as cannot be 

 accounted for from any other cause. A strange event, that 

 happened not long since, justifies our suspicions ; which, 

 though it befell not within the limits of this parish, yet as it 

 was within the hundred of Selborne, and as the circumstances 

 were singular, may fairly claim a place in a work of this nature. 



