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too, and lovingly study Nature ; only come with me with a stouter 

 heart and bolder step, and let us venture one essay into the myste- 

 rious past. 



Where shall we begin? "Anywhere," says Lewes, "will do." 

 And truly so it will, for the geologist as well as for the naturalist. 



Lign. 2.— The Warren, with Eastwear Bay and Copt Point, from the summit of Abbot's Chfi. 



We are already in the Warren. I remember it before it was spoilt 

 by that great ugly gash of a railway- cutting, through which the fiery 

 locomotive whizzes like a smoking rocket furiously along. I re- 

 member it in its solemn quietness ; and oft, as the summer's glorious 

 sun was placidly sinking in the west, have I wandered o'er its grassy 

 mounds, or along its bordering sands beneath, where 



" The prawn- catcher wades through the shore-rippHng waves." 



Beautiful indeed is that white land-locked bay in its fairy like 

 purity. Serenity itself is that solemn glassed expanse of level water. 

 How sweetly, too, the dying glories of the ruddy sun tip the highest 

 peaks of chalky cliffs, while all below is shrouded up in solemn 

 shadow, save off at sea, where 



" Bright gleam the white sails in the stout rays of even, 

 And stud as with silver the broad level main ; 

 While glowing clouds float on tho fair face of heaven, 

 And the mirror-like water reflects them again." 



