Not here, I mean, but upon Fox-hill yonder; if Mrs.Stubbard will spare you for a couple of hours, most kindly." Of the heights that look down with a breezy air upon the snug nest of Springhaven, the fairest to see from a distance, and to tread with brisk foot, is Fox-hill.

For the downs, which are channelled with the springs that form the brook, keep this for their own last spring into the air, before bathing in the vigorous composure of the sea.

All the other hills fall back a little, to let Fox-hill have the first choice of aspect--or bear the first brunt, as itself would state the matter.

And to anybody coming up, and ten times to a stranger, this resolute foreland offers more invitation to go home again, than to come visiting.

For the bulge of the breast is steep, and ribbed with hoops coming up in denial, concrete with chalk, muricated with flint, and thornily crested with good stout furze.