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to give its Bridge Inn a good word ; first, because 

 I have been done there well and economically 

 (kindly understand I am not now discovering 

 Newhaven), but also for the sake of the late land- 

 lord, Mr Wright, well known to many racing men 

 as a zealous and able racecourse official, and at 

 home a good citizen, sportsman, volunteer, and 

 jovial assister in all sorts of entertainments. The 

 Bridge is not a Metropole, thank goodness, but a 

 comfortable, cosy, roadside inn, where you can 

 get a bit of lunch on moderate terms (Tipper 

 always in stock), and see the pictorial representa- 

 tion of Louis Philippe's landing, all free, gratis, 

 and for nothing. 



I have mentioned Tipper. Are you acquainted 

 with that excellent beverage, a local speciality in 

 ale, local speciality possessed of almost world- 

 wide reputation. Tradition said that Tipper ale 

 was brewed from salt water. History records 

 that, during the times of George IV. and 

 William IV., there was a great consumption of 

 this popular Tipper, which commanded consider- 

 able sale in far away London. The last of the 

 Georges to *' descend " was very fond of it, and 

 not to know Tipper ale argues oneself unknown 

 in Sussex. Thomas Tipper, its author, achieved 

 posthumous distinction in an epitaph recording 

 among his virtues and accomplishments his 

 knowing " immortal Hudibras by heart," and 

 seems to have been a jolly good sort. He might 

 turn in his grave, the narrow cell on the windy 

 hill-side, where so many "records" talk to you of 

 the sea and East Sussex's roving sons, to hear 

 that, in his very own town, whose celebrated 

 Tipper ale is manufactured still, and sworn by 

 locally at least, the wayfarer ''calling" for it was 



