GLAUCUS; 



THE WONDEES OF THE SHOEE. 



You are going down, perhaps, by railway, to pass 

 your usual six weeks at some watering-place along 

 the coast, and as you roll along think more than 

 once, and that not over cheerfully, of what you 

 shall do when you get there. You are half-tired, 

 half-ashamed, of making one more in the ignoble 

 army of idlers, who saunter about the cliffs, and 

 sands, and quays ; to whom every wharf is but a 

 " wharf of Lethe," by which they rot " dull as the 

 oozy weed." You foreknow your doom by sad 

 experience. A great deal of dressing, a lounge in 

 the club-room, a stare out of the window with tlie 

 telescope, an attempt to take a bad sketch, a walk 

 up one parade and down another, interminable 



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