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now bid your readers good bye, perhaps for a long time, 

 assuring them that if they have found aught in this paper 

 pleasing to them, they must give all the credit thereof to our 

 author, not to me. 



Yours, 



E. DOUBLEDAY. 



Art. XI.— The other End of a Trip fo the Isle of Wight. 

 By RusTicus, of Godalming. 



[The first portion of tliis narrative was published in Mr. Loudon's Magazine 

 of Natural History, Vol. VI. p. 25 ; to which we beg to refer our readers. — Ed.] 



Sir, — The following day was spent in a repetition of the 

 cruise under the cliff, with pretty much the same success ; and 

 the next morning we started on foot for the southerly point 

 of the island. The wind had been sinking during the whole 

 of the previous day and night, and what air remained blew 

 light as zephyr off shore. The sea was without a ripple ; and 

 the chalk cliffs, the two rocks in the bay, and the distant St. 

 Catherine's, were mirrored on the bosom of the ocean so com- 

 pletely, that every straggling sheep, browsing the turf above 

 the cliffs, was as distinctly to be seen in the reflection as the 

 reality. I shall never forget the quiet beauty of the scene : — 

 there was nothing wild or grand in nature ; nothing wonderful 

 in art ; there was neither chuixh, house, tree, nor shrub, 

 nor aught to excite the beholder to exclamation ; — quiet sea — 

 unromantic, unvariegated, perpendicular, white cliff — monoto- 

 nous downs. Nature seemed to be at rest ; man seemed to be 

 a stranger ; he was no where disturbing her repose ; he had no 

 where distorted her figure ; — the distant tower of St. Catherine's 

 was the only visible proof that he had existed. 



The tide being out, we walked below the cliff, and amused 

 ourselves with the vagaries of the little crabs, which, like the 

 generality of mankind, appear to be looking one way while 

 they go another; the smooth sand was curiously mapped out 

 by the infinity of their tracks. We estabUshed a crab-race; 

 and gallantly did the little urchins perform. A little direc- 

 tion was required now and then to keep them from bolting off 

 the course; but in the main they behaved very well, and 



