The beach spreads before its wanderers the same inviting surface and the sea as noble an expanse as at Cromer. Here, too, they may either invoke the Nereides or admire the sublime and splendid beauties of a summer’s sun, setting in the ocean, a circumstance which Thompson has noticed with exquisite accuracy and equal elegance. “Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees Just o’er the verge of day; the shifting clouds Assembled gay, a richly gorgeous train, In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Air, earth, and ocean, smile immense. And now, As if his weary chariot fought the bowers Of Amphitrite and her tending nymphs; (So Grecian fable sung) he dips his orbs; Now half immersed; and now a golden curve Gives one bright glance, then total disappears.” [Picture: Decorative graphic of a tree and tombstone with Finis on it] ERRATA. {82} Page 8 For the autumnal equinox, read _in_ the autumnal, &c. — 14 For water, read _waters_. — 29 For obsurity read _obscurity_. — 37 For massed with age, read _mossed_. — 38 For in is read in _his_. — 42 For composes, read _compares_. — 54 For distance, read _distant_. — 68 For set of, read set _off_. — 76 For wildest, largest growth, read _of_ wildest, &c. * * * * * PRINTED BY JOHN PARSLEE, HOLT. FOOTNOTES. {9} I wish it was in my power to say, that scenes of this nature always terminated so favourably; but a most fatal instance happened to the contrary at Cromer, in the afternoon of the 2nd of February, 1799. About three o’clock a boat with a number of men was seen making toward the shore—the surf on the beach was dreadful, and it was the general opinion that the boat could not live through it—and it was but too just!—for it no sooner came amongst the breakers than the first sea half filled it, and another quickly following before it could right, it carried the boat, in an instant, with its unfortunate crew, to the bottom. A boat from the shore had before been launched to give them assistance if possible—but it was in vain; the hazard was so imminent that the trial was ineffectual; only two out of twelve souls escaped; the captain and a poor boy—the latter was taken up to all appearance dead and was with great difficulty recovered. These unfortunate men were Danes, their vessel laden with timber had struck upon a sand the night before this melancholy catastrophe, and they had taken to their boat as a desperate resource to save their lives, which were almost exhausted for want of sustenance, not having been able to come at any food from the state of the ship for the two preceding days.