PATELLA VULGARIS; (_a_) palate, natural size; (_b_, _c_) Ditto, enlarged. 4. ECHINUS MILIARIS (_See Plate_ 7); (_a_) teeth and digesting mill; (_b_) suckers, enlarged; (_c_) spine and socket; (_d_) shell denuded; (_e_) Pedicellaria. 5. NEMERTES BORLASII (_See Plate_ 3); (_a_) head, enlarged; (_b_) head expanded swallowing a Terebella 9. 1. CUCUMARIA HYNDMANNI. 2. LITTORINA LITTOREA. 114 3. SIPHUNCULUS BERNHARDUS in shell of TURRITELLA, with living BALANI 10. 1. SERPULA CONTORTUPLICATA. 2. HINNITES PUSIO. 129 3. DORIS REPANDA. 4. EOLIS PELLUCIDA. 5. PHOLADIDÆA PAPYRACEA. 6. PHOLAS PARVA. 7. FISSURELLA GRÆCA 11. 1. SYNGNATHUS LUMBRICIFORMIS. 2. SAXICAVA 163 RUGOSA; (_a_) Shell of SAXICAVA RUGOSA. 3. NASSA RETICULATA 12. 1. PEACHIA HASTATA. 2. URASTER RUBENS 92 GLAUCUS; OR, THE WONDERS OF THE SHORE. YOU are going down, perhaps, by railway, to pass your usual six weeks at some watering-place along the coast, and as you roll along think more than once, and that not over-cheerfully, of what you shall do when you get there. You are half-tired, half-ashamed, of making one more in the ignoble army of idlers, who saunter about the cliffs, and sands, and quays; to whom every wharf is but a “wharf of Lethe,” by which they rot “dull as the oozy weed.” You foreknow your doom by sad experience. A great deal of dressing, a lounge in the club-room, a stare out of the window with the telescope, an attempt to take a bad sketch, a walk up one parade and down another, interminable reading of the silliest of novels, over which you fall asleep on a bench in the sun, and probably have your umbrella stolen; a purposeless fine-weather sail in a yacht, accompanied by many ineffectual attempts to catch a mackerel, and the consumption of many cigars; while your boys deafen your ears, and endanger your personal safety, by blazing away at innocent gulls and willocks, who go off to die slowly; a sport which you feel to be wanton, and cowardly, and cruel, and yet cannot find in your heart to stop, because “the lads have nothing else to do, and at all events it keeps them out of the billiard-room;” and after all, and worst of all, at night a soulless _réchauffé_ of third-rate London frivolity: this is the life-in-death in which thousands spend the golden weeks of summer, and in which you confess with a sigh that you are going to spend them. Now I will not be so rude as to apply to you the old hymn-distich about one who “—finds some mischief still For idle hands to do:”