DOVER.
I left this
letter unfinished, as I was hurried on board, and now I have only to tell you
that, at the sight of Dover cliffs, I wondered how anybody could term them
grand; they appear so insignificant to me, after those I had seen in Sweden and
Norway.
Adieu!
My spirit of observation seems to be fled, and I have been wandering round this
dirty place, literally speaking, to kill time, though the thoughts I would fain
fly from lie too close to my heart to be easily shook off, or even beguiled, by
any employment, except that of preparing for my journey to London.
God bless
you!
Mary ----.