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SCARBOROUGH. 



u The gazing seaman here entranced stands, 

 While, fair unfolding from her concave slope, 

 He Scarborough views. The sandy pediment 

 First, gently raised above the wat'ry plain. 

 Embraces wide the waves j the lower domes 

 Next lift their heads 5 then swiftly roof o'er roof. 

 With many a weary step, the streets arise, 

 Testitudinous, till half o'ercome the cliff, 

 A swelling fabric, dear to heaven, aspires, 

 Majestic even in ruin ****** 

 But see yon citadel, with heavy walls, 

 That rise still prouder on the mountain's peak, 

 From Eurus, Boreas, and the kindred storms, 

 Shielding the favored haven." 



(Mark Foster) 



My recollections of this famous summer retreat will 

 ever retain a fresh place in my memory from being 

 connected with a very agreeable excursion to Scarbor- 

 ough, when attending at York, in September, 1881, the 

 meetings of the British Association, whose fiftieth anni- 

 versary was solemnized with so much eclat. 



If Brighton is reckoned the Southern Queen of 

 English watering places, Scarborough is justly proud of 

 the title she bears, of the Northern Queen of Watering 

 Places. " Nestling in the recess of a lovely bay, with a 

 coast extending to Flamborough Head ; presenting an 

 almost boundless extent of ocean ; constantly bearing 

 on its waters fleets of vessels passing to and fro ; pos- 

 sessing an extensive beach of smooth and firm sands, 

 sloping down to the sea with rocks and deeply indented 

 bays, gradually rising two hundred feet from the very 

 shore in successive tiers of welldrained streets, in the 

 form of an amphitheatre on the concave surface, as it 

 were of a semi-circular bay ; the venerable walls of 

 Scarborough Castle adorning the summit of a promon- 

 tory three hundred feet high, forming the Eastern 

 apex " ; its splendid iron bridges four hundred feet in 

 length, the numerous fishing and pleasure boats and 



