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PREFACE.

Never

go out without some little book in your pocket. Much time is lost in waiting, in travelling, etc., and this may be prevented by making use of every possible opportunity for improvement.”

Dr. Johnson.

“It is a shame,” Linnæus observed, “for a man to inhabit and be ignorant of his native country.” The present series of Handbooks, from the Reculvers to the Land's Ind, is designed to be an illustration of the South Coast of England. Our little volumes will not be too large for the traveller's pocket, as he mounts the hill, skirts the shore, studies the old or modern town, notes the scenry, and learns the topography of each district. Informatin is here provided for the student of pictures, the artist the observer of nature, and the antiquarian. The eye will teach the tourist in a single summer more than all tie canvas and colours of the painter, or the description of a whole library of guide-books. The local museum, tle stone circle, the rock altar, the cromlech, the cairn, the figged tomb, the earth-mound and barrow, the trenched cap, the feudal castle, the ancient minster, the parish chura, the sculptured effigy, the wayside cross, are all landmark of the progress of religion and civilisation. The exhumd galley, the urns, the coins, the implements of husbandr, the domestic utensils, the weapons of war, are as precios as the oldest manuscript. Combined with sculpture an architecture, tapestry and fresco, they show us the Druid in his wood, the feudal baron in his keep, the mor in his cloister, the Roman and the Saxon, the old sea-kigs and the Norman invader, with the manners, art, dres: rites, and every-day customs of successive

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centuries, historically exact, and would give us a certain clue to the past, although every writing had perished. At the same time, the knowledge, habits, and impressions of the people are undergoing a great change ; the beautiful fiction and the horrible superstition are fast disappearing; while the chronicles and history of bygone times are locked up in voluminous, rare, and costly works. We would hope, therefore, that our pages pointing out the objects of real interest, and recalling those events and men which have given life, and the modes of thought which have imparted a romance to particular localities, may meet a welcome from the reader. The old Saxon names and their meanings have been given, for to know them is to have a topography aways, and often a history also. It has been our endeavour to divest these notices of the wearisome minuteness of a local guide, and the tantalising meagreness

and cross-refrences of the road-book. We have presumed that the tourist will select at least a temporary place of residence, and make it the centre or starting-point of his excursions; ve have, therefore, selected the chief towns of resort along the coast, adding descriptions of their immediate or more remote neighbourhood. In reference to the small size of each section of the work, we will only remind the reader of the excuse made to his correspondent by a min of wit and learning, “I write you a long letter, for had not time to write a short one !"

Schoolboy holidays, long vacations in Colleje-life, and later intervals of summer leisure, have rendeed familiar to the writer most, while home memories and ssociations have endeared many, of the places here descrbed. It is therefore hoped that these pages will be found to contain the amount of information which an intelligen host would communicate to his guest, or the visitor be glad to acquire and to retain, embodied in a book, as a mmorial of an interlude in life which we heartily desire maj be enjoyed with good health, a light heart, and under . sunny sky. The time and the purse of the tourist have ben duly cared for, as no expensive or uninteresting excưsion is suggested, and no unnecessary details are admited.

As soon as summer comes with its sultry heat, it brings a longing to escape to the grateful shade and cool green of the country; to exchange the din of wheels, the dust and gossip of the thronged city, for the still life, the soothing calm of rural scenery, and for the free and open shore, with the invigorating breeze fresh with brine. There is no greater sense of independence, no more healthy exercise than that of travelling a-foot. The wanderer, blessed with a good constitution, can choose his own path: the bracing air, the cheerful and evervarying aspect of nature, the constant change of motion, impart such an elasticity to his mind as render him forgetful of fatigue and unconscious of solitude ; while the novelty of the scenery and the anticipations of a first visit to new objects of interest add a romance to his walk. It is not sufficient, however, to be armed with a guidebook and a map, if a man is disposed to regard every object which he is invited to note as of equal importance, and aims only to accomplish much in a day. The sketchbook, the geologist's hammer, and the tin-box of the botanist, are desirable companions ; but the best are that cheerful spirit, without which the sunniest sky will be dark, the most smiling landscape dull and gloomy, and that habit of observation whose magic turns all sights and signs into objects of interest, and gives to them zest and animation. “I pity the man,” said Sterne, “who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and say all is barren ?”

Though no watering-place can yet trace a pedigree one century old, within that brief period the country has witnessed the greatest revolution in taste, science, and manners. The most signal triumphs of human skill are witnessed in the iron-roads which bring down to the coast the weary men of professions and business, the jaded student, and the delicate woman seeking repose and health, or the artisan and mechanic escaping from the close streets and ceaseless din of towns. These triumphs are seen in the steamships in the offing ; in the electric cable that links the opposite shores, or communicates almost momentarily a message to friends a hundred leagues away; and in the plate under the black tent on which sunlight itself prints the whole scene.

Addison says, in the Tatler, that he was engaged with a coachful of friends to take a journey as far as the Land's End. They were well pleased with one another for the first day, but the good correspondence did not last long; in short, there was but one who kept his good humour to the last. We, however, would hope to keep both our companions and ourselves in good humour to the last stage, and trust that our friends will communicate to us any information which they may gather by the way. Bring candid eyes,” wrote Sir Thomas Browne, “unto the perusal of men's works, and let not calumny or detraction blast well-intended labours. He that endureth no faults in men's writings must only read his own, wherein, for the most part, all appeareth white. Quotation, mistakes, inadvertency, expedition, and human lapses, may make not only moles, but warts, in authors, who, notwithstanding, being judged by the capital matter, admit not of disparagement."

Let us honestly avow, in conclusion, that we have undertaken the ambitious task of persuading our readers that their own country has attractions superior to those of the Continent. Wandering, as too many do, ignorant of foreign languages, and without a previous acquaintance with the history of the places visited, whilst they make only an inconsiderable stay in town and country, our hasty travellers will return, to use Bacon's words, “hooded and without profit,” as they went. In England, the ordinary course of education has prepared a tourist not to overlook what is observable. If then our pages prove convenient remembrancers of facts and men, while they allure the reader from the customary indolence and trifling of the seaside holiday, to a study of nature, and an investigation of the objects possessing fame and interest which lie within the compass of a walk, or if they beguile the weariness of an hour of sickness, the time and research bestowed upon the work will not have been devoted to it in vain.

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