poor stuff. Grub actually touched it ! These old gentlemen are a " feature " of the place. There is one thing admirable about them : they have somebody belonging to them ; they bring their wives and daughters with them. At Hastings you don't see many " club-men " -- isolated , volcanic-looking individuals, very barren in everything but whiskers. There is not much atmosphere for them here-no politics, no reviews, no prize-fights, no dog-fights, no races, no acting, no cheap dinners-good and cheap-no music, excepting a somewhat threadbare and mysterious street-band, whose component parts I have seen emerging from back alleys at early hours in the morning. Generally on descending to my 7.30 breakfast they were almost the only living things in the streets. Query : what are their habits ? It cannot be that any portion of Hastings society needs early music ? Eugh ! that were as bad as dram-drinking before breakfast. Is it possible that they are on their way to bed, their day-their " feeding-time " like that of beasts of prey, waning with the moon ? Perhaps so, for in our lapsed planet, light is clearly at war with harmony. The moon rises upon music and merriment and mischief, whilst day inevitably dawns upon discord and distress.
First-class carriages, second-class carriages, third-class carriages, donkey- carriages, goat-carriages. You and I, gentle reader, are interested in the second on the list. A sort of " golden mean " - a huge inverted " crow's foot " of " golden" basketwork, and " mean " enough to proclaim to the public that it costs you and I and our respective wives 2s . 6d. per hour to ride. I have excellent reasons for always starting from the sea end of Robertson Street-the best possible situation. Here is the beginning (or end, as you view the question) of the two miles of Marine Parade and lodging-houses, with nothing behind them but Great Britain, and nothing in front of them but the sea. Here, -
