Miscellanies. 38S 



within a couple of hours, thus giving an opportunity of studying 

 the lines of section through the different strata, especially of the 

 Wealden and the Chalk. There are four tunnels, two of them pretty 

 long, and each time on passing through them, the rattling rum- 

 bling noise has reminded me of the Falls of Niagara, resembling 

 the roar of the falls to some extent, but not so loud, nor yet so 

 awful. The recollection is, however, always pleasing. After being 

 some days at Brighton, thoroughly invigorating both mind and 

 body, I started one morning lightly clad, with a little black bag 

 hanging from an umbrella over my shoulder, for Hastings, on foot. 

 The weather was a little cloudy, but very warm, so much so that 

 I dispensed with a superfluity of vesture, but I never felt in better 

 health in the whole course of my life. I walked along the cliffs 

 to Eottingdean, 4 miles from Brighton, and examined the elephant 

 bed described by Dr. Mantell, and Sir Roderick Murchison, re- 

 cognising the divisions so well described by the former. This bed, 

 I traced for some distance to the east of Xemptown, being lost in 

 the pure chalk, and re-appearing in the low cliffs at Eottingdean ; 

 I had previously gone over the same ground and did not procure 

 any fossils. I saw a very nice lot of good fossils from the chalk 

 in a lapidary's shop at this place, but did not like to encumber 

 myself with any at this period of my journey. On leaving Eot- 

 tingdean I walked over a series of high chalk hills, or more pro- 

 perly hillocks, as there were hollows between them, frequently 

 stopping to examine the perpendicular faces of the cliffs, which 

 were in many places 200 feet high. Added to the majestic gran- 

 deur of these cliffs were the views of many fine fa,rms scattered 

 over the neighbouring downs, and here and there immense flocks 

 of sheep were to be seen browsing the scanty herbage, and after 

 a truly delightful and not fatiguing walk I reached the top of 

 Castle Hill, near the little seaport town of Newhaven, and saw a 

 regular sea-beach of oyster shells, many feet in thickness, forming 

 the summit of the chalk cliffs, Avhich were here 150 feet above the 

 level of the sea. On descending this hill I stopped at the " Hope 

 Inn," where I refreshed the inner man, a little after t-^o o'clock 

 with some biscuit, cheese and ale. Not a particle of meat was to 

 be had for love or money, and the walk of 9 miles had most 

 certainly sharpened my appetite. I crossed the mouth of 

 the harbour in a boat, and landed on a beach of shingle on my 

 way to Seaford. On the banks of a small canal or stream which 

 I skirted for short distance, I found a raised recent clay deposit 



