After dinner, however, we went in search of Churchill's tomb, raised, we had learned, to his memory by his friend Wilkes. The greater part was occupied in procuring what had been neglected in London, and in seeing the carriage well packed up. Remounting, we soon arrived at Dover, where we slept, when the packet-boat captain had sufficiently disturbed us.Īpril 25.-This day was spent at Dover. I know not how it was, whether my mind had been prepared by the previous sight of glorious nature to receive pleasing impressions, but the spot where the high altar and Thomas à Becket's tomb stood seemed to me one of the most beautiful effects that I had ever seen arising from Saxo-Gothic architecture for, though it had not all the airiness and awe-inspiring height that I had seen in other cathedrals, yet its simple beauty pleased me more than anything I had yet seen. The chalky banks were alternated with the swelling hills, rising from the waves, of the pleasing green-brown, the effect of the first dawn of spring on the vegetable creation.Īt Canterbury we saw the Cathedral. The Thames next, with its majestic waves, flowed in the plain below, bearing numerous fleets upon its flood.
The plain, enamelled with various colours according to the different growth of the corn, spread far before our sight, was divided irregularly by the river. The view from Shooter's Hill was extensive and beautiful, being on a much larger scale than the view from Stirling. April 24.-I left London at 10 in the morning, with Lord Byron, Scrope Davies, Esq., and J.
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