A DREARY ROAD 



Dorcliester, and Bridport, it is a weariness to man 

 and beast. Buffeted by the winds wliicli shriek 

 across the rolling downs, or nipped by the keen airs 

 of these altitudes, old-time travellers up to London or 



whekp: the robber fell dead. 



down to Exeter dreaded the passage, and prepared 

 themselves, accordingly, at Bridport or at Salisbury, 

 while exhausted nature was recruited at the several 

 inns which found their existence abundantly justified 

 in those old times. 



