A guide to the watering places; with illustrations / By Alfred Crowquill [i.e. A.H. Forrester].

  • Forrester, Alfred Henry, 1804-1872.
Date:
[1845?]
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: A guide to the watering places; with illustrations / By Alfred Crowquill [i.e. A.H. Forrester]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    all the pleasurable feelings of single blessedness; and some dressed as lightly as if they were going to a ball. Young ladies, in twos and threes, as delicate and pale as lilies, about to strengthen their fragility by inhaling the un- adulterated sea-breezes. Peripatetic publishers, running to and fro, eagerly puffing their penny publications, and palming off the odd numbers of some work long since departed from the literary hemisphere. All these, and many more too numerous to particularize; and this ‘ here advertisement,’ as Lord Duberly quaintly observes, go with and tend to swell the populous stream. The little boats, the terror of nervous dowagers, are no longer in requisition ; the pleasure voyagers now walk the plank, and tread the newly swabbed decks, and look about them with an air of perfect contentment and security. Plumes of various dyes dance in the sunbeams and flutter in the breezes; the wearers, (happy in their ignorance,) little dreaming of the rude gusts that await them at the Nore, and which will inevitably make them droop, like the willow that gracefully bends to the stream. After taking their seats upon the pleasant green benches, or lounging aristocratically in the snug boxes attached to the paddles, the word is giving to cast off the mooring ropes— and then a running to and fro of the sailors—and a repetition of the ‘ go on,’ ‘ ease her,’ ' stop her,’ echoed by the shrill piping voice of the boy stationed above the engine —the immense steamer ‘ wheels about and turns about’ and ‘ off she goes’ in all her pride and power, dashing aside and cleaving the flashing waters, to the terror and dismay of Thames wherries and coal- laden barges—threading her way through the pool—ever and anon throwing out her cork fenders, and trembling as she comes in contact with the heavy craft. Nor do the fairer portion of