'The Lota was now just opposite Beer Head, which, peopled by innumerable sea-gulls.

rises a ghostly sentinel from the ocean.'-Page 211.

"Awake, O North Wind, and come, thou South, blow upon My garden,

that the spices thereof may flow forth."

"Gales from Heaven, if so He will,

Sweeter melodies can wake

On the lonely mountain rill,

Than the meeting waters make.”

SEELEY, JACKSON, AND HALLIDAY, 54, FLEET STREE

LONDON. MDCCCLXXIV.

TO EXETER,

"THE EVER FAITHFUL CITY,"

IN GRATEFUL AND AFFECTIONATE REMEMBRANCE

OF THE

KINDNESS AND SYMPATHY

.' OF MANY TRUE AND LOYAL HEARTS,

I DEDICATE

This Story.

GLOUCESTER, DECEMBER, 1873.

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