. The Cinque Ports; a historical and descriptive record. Afishwoman at Dover is quite a different being from a fishwoman atBillinafsgate ; and the market-gardeners at Covent Garden are almost asunlike those who are engaged in the like occupation on the verge ofthis coast as a Parisian belle is unlike an English dairymaid. Let itnot, however, be inferred that any loss on the score of honesty, of morals,or of civility is likely to be the result of an unrestrained communicationwith our opposite neighbours; but let us endeavour to profit by theirexample, whether worthy of imitation or deserving to
. The Cinque Ports; a historical and descriptive record. Afishwoman at Dover is quite a different being from a fishwoman atBillinafsgate ; and the market-gardeners at Covent Garden are almost asunlike those who are engaged in the like occupation on the verge ofthis coast as a Parisian belle is unlike an English dairymaid. Let itnot, however, be inferred that any loss on the score of honesty, of morals,or of civility is likely to be the result of an unrestrained communicationwith our opposite neighbours; but let us endeavour to profit by theirexample, whether worthy of imitation or deserving to be discouraged oravoided. This weird international combination is no longer markedly 294 THE CINOUE PORTS. visible in the Dover of to-day. The spirit of the age, perhaps, hasproved too much for it, and the Portsmen have grown very like theirneiffhbours. Roads out of Dover are as a rule hilly and not vastly interesting atthe first starting out. One has to pass through too many , to fare westward, one does better to take the beach-path near. St MAKGAKhis Bay. the South-Eastern Railway station and to climb the zigzag path up theshoulder of Shakespeares Cliff, though for bicyclists this is not verynegotiable. One arrives, rather out of breath, at the Townsend Coast-guard Station on the heights above. Tiic view from Shakespeares Cliffis emotionally grand, but one is prevented fnjm discribing it, is forcedto cjuote. Says Edgar :— DOlER, ITS XB/GI/IiOrKHOOD, AND FAVERSIJA,]!. 295 Come on, Sir; heres the place: stand still, oh, fearfulAnd dizzy tis to cast the eye so low:The crows and ciioughs that wing the midway airShow scarce so gross as beetles : halfway downHangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade :Methinks he seems no bigger than his fishermen that walk upon the beachAppear like mice ; and yon tall anchoring barkDiminislud to her cock, her cock a buoyAlmost too small for sight. The murmring surgeThat on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafesCan not be h
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