Some of the shores of the bays are sandy, or else ridges of beautiful pebbles, where the waves make endless murmur.
But of all the places I have seen--in this land or any other--the most absolutely beautiful is Vissarion.

It stands at the ultimate point of the promontory--I mean the little, or, rather, lesser promontory--that continues on the spur of the mountain range.

For the lesser promontory or extension of the mountain is in reality vast; the lowest bit of cliff along the sea-front is not less than a couple of hundred feet high.

That point of rock is really very peculiar.

I think Dame Nature must, in the early days of her housekeeping--or, rather, house-_building_--have intended to give her little child, man, a rudimentary lesson in self-protection.