You can watch the sun setting in splendour over Worthing, or illuminating with its rising glories the ups and downs of Rottingdean.

You see the citizen with his family inveigled into the shallops of the mercenary native mariner, and fancy that the motion cannot be pleasant; and how the hirer of the boat, otium et oppidi laudat rura sui, haply sighs for ease, and prefers Richmond or Hampstead.

You behold a hundred bathing-machines put to sea; and your naughty fancy depicts the beauties splashing under their white awnings.

Along the rippled sands (stay, are they rippled sands or shingly beach ?) the prawn-boy seeks the delicious material of your breakfast.

Breakfast-meal in London almost unknown, greedily devoured in Brighton! In yon vessels now nearing the shore the sleepless mariner has ventured forth to seize the delicate whiting, the greedy and foolish mackerel, and the homely sole.