GEOLOGY OF FOLKESTONE — THE GAUIiT. 
too, and lovingly study Nature ; only come with me witli a stouter 
heart and bolder step, and let us ventui'c 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 Eastwcar Bay and Copt roint, from the summit of Abbot's Clift. 
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-rippling 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 slrrouded up in solemn 
shadow, save olf at sea, where 
" Brig-ht gleam the white sails in the stout rays of even, 
And stud as with silver the broad level main ; 
While glowing clouds float on the fail' face of heaven, 
And the miiTor-like water reflects them again." 
