“On bored the moostone septembur The fust Sur, i ham verry mutch obliGed to u for puttin a drawen of the moostone an mi howse into youre booke an I Rite this to tel u that no won cant wark from the moostone to the shoar At lo warter for a six ore gig as i nose cud be toed over the roks without runnen fowl of it or a smawl bote mite sale over in good Wether squire kill maid he nose the same i ave a been livin hear a long time an i Never seed the hole beech all across dry at No time whatsumdever the see warshes over sum part of them for I Nose all the roks an goes down their to pik sof crabs for bate gainst i goes a chad fishen an me wife youre hum Bell servant “to cum hand samel warkeam “Po. scrip “if any genteelman what likes a wark he can wark to the shoar At wembury an if they holds up there white pockethanchecuffs for a signal an ile cum off in me bote an fetch them to the island for two pence a pease an you furgot to say that there’s a bewtifull landin place dead easterd on the iland an sum stairs that i made to cum up for the ladeys an ile be verry mutch obliGe to put this in your booke you maid a mistake I be not fortey ears old i be only 39 an 6 munths. “Samel warkeam” “P.s. Youve a forgot to say that ive a got a bewtifull Kayl plat for the gentlemen an ladeys for To play to KeEls an shut rabets at nine pens A pease eccept the panches for me piggs an kip the jackits ov em An my missus hasent got no hobjectsiuns to boyll the kittle an make the tay pon the Kayll Plat an hand the tay Pot out of the winder an put a tabell outside the winder on every thing hum Bell an comfortabell.” There is no village at Wembury; only, down beneath the swelling contours of those hillside cornfields, a church, a farmstead, and a water-mill on the very verge of the beach: the whole so situated and of such a singularly unnatural loneliness and air of detachment that you feel sure whatever history may have to say of the place, or whatever it may leave unsaid—you feel sure, I say, that the sea has at some time come up and munched off a great piece of land and the village with it, and has long ago digested the whole. And indeed what is left of Wembury is situated in a little semi-circular bay, where the downs descend to low clifflets of friable earthy rock, which is now slaty, now gravelly, and again of the red Devonian sandstone, all by turns. It is as though that hungry sea had come suddenly and taken a mouthful, as you might bite a piece of bread and butter.