THE GEOLOGIST. 



AUGUST 1863. 



THOUGHTS ON DOVES CLIFFS. 

 By the Editoe. 

 On the shore of the English Channel, half hidden by its shady 

 grove of trees, stands "Walmer Castle, the sweet red roses trailing up 

 the ramparts and clustering in lovely bouquets round its cannon, em- 

 blematic of the peaceful end of him — illustrious "Wellington — whose 

 last breath ceased within those grey stone walls. 



From this lonely beach, against whose front the " wild waves 

 ceaseless play," creating their own barrier in the great banks of 

 shingle which ceaselessly they raise, we look out upon the fleet of 



Fig. 1. Shakespeare's Cliff, Dover. 



vessels in the Downs, and far beyond the long white line of surf — 

 the shroud of many a noble heart — that marks the Goodwin Sands, 

 is seen the distant coast of France. 



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