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    Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
    Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
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    Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore

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    Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore
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    Charles Kingsley

    Charles Kingsley was born in Holne, Devon, in 1819. He was educated at Bristol Grammar School and Helston Grammar School, before moving on to King's College London and the University of Cambridge. After graduating in 1842, he pursued a career in the clergy and in 1859 was appointed chaplain to Queen Victoria. The following year he was appointed Regius Professor of Modern History at Cambridge, and became private tutor to the Prince of Wales in 1861. Kingsley resigned from Cambridge in 1869 and between 1870 and 1873 was canon of Chester cathedral. He was appointed canon of Westminster cathedral in 1873 and remained there until his death in 1875. Sympathetic to the ideas of evolution, Kingsley was one of the first supporters of Darwin's On the Origin of Species (1859), and his concern for social reform was reflected in The Water-Babies (1863). Kingsley also wrote Westward Ho! (1855), for which the English town is named, a children's book about Greek mythology, The Heroes (1856), and several other historical novels.

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      Glaucus; Or, The Wonders of the Shore - Charles Kingsley

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      Glaucus, or, The wonders of the shore

      Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875

      Sowerby, G. B. (George Brettingham), 1812-1884, ill

      Dickes, William, 1815-1892, ill

      Rossall, John H., former owner. DSI

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      OR,

      THE WONDEES OF THE SHORE.

      LONDON: B. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL.

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      KSS

      acN/H?^3 DEDICATION.

      My deae Miss Grenfell,

      I CANNOT forego the pleasure of dedicating this little book to you; excepting of course the opening exhortation (needless enough in your case) to those who have not yet discovered the value of Natural History. Accept it as a memorial of pleasant hours spent by us already, and as an earnest, I trust, of pleasant hours to be spent hereafter (perhaps, too, beyond this life in the nobler world to come), in examining together the works of our Father in heaven.

      Your grateful and faithful brother-in-law,

      C. KINGSLEY.

      BiDEFORD,

      A2yril 24, 1855.

      The hasis of this little hook loas an Article which appeared in the North British Review for November, 1854.

      Beyond the shadow of the ship I watch'd the water snakes; They moved ia tracks of sliining wliite, And when they rear'd, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.

      * « * *

      O happy living things! no tongue Their heauty might declare: A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

      Coleridge's Ancient Mar\

      GLAUCUS;

      THE WONDEES OF THE SHOEE.

      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 tlie telescope, an attempt to take a bad sketch, a walk up one parade and down another, interminable

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      reading of the silliest of novels, over wliicli you fall asleep on a bencli 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 recJiauffe 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 :"

      r^'

      but does it not seem to you, that there must surely be many a thing worth looking at earnestly, and thinking over earnestly, in a world like this, about the making of the least part whereof God has employed ages and ages, further back than w^isdom can guess or imagination picture, and upholds that least part every moment by laws and forces so complex and so wonderful, that science, when it tries to fathom them, can only learn how little it can learn? And does it not seem to you that six weeks' rest, free from the cares of town business, and the whirlwind of town pleasure, could not be better spent than in examining those wonders a little, instead of wandering up and down like the many, still \vrapt up each in their little world of vanity and self-interest, unconscious of what and where they really are, as they gaze lazily around at earth and sea and sky, and have

      No speculation in those eyes Whicli they do glare withal ?

      Why not, then, try to discover a few of the Wonders of the Shore? For wonders there are there b2

      around you at every step, stranger than ever opiumeater dreamed, and yet to be seen at no greater expense than a very little time and trouble.

      Perhaps you smile, in answer, at the notion of becoming a Naturalist: and yet you cannot deny that there must be a fascination in the study of natural history, though what it is is as yet unknown to you. Your daughters, perhaps, have been seized with the prevailing Pteridomania, and are collecting and buying ferns, with Ward's cases wherein to keep them (for which you have to pay), and wrangling over unpronounceable names of species (which seem to be different in each new Fern-book that they buy), till the Pteridomania seems to you somewhat of a bore : and yet you cannot deny that they find an enjoyment in it, and are more active, more cheerful, more self-forgetful over it, than they would have been over novels and gossip, crochet and Berlin-wool. At least you will confess that the abomination of Pancy-work— that standing cloak for dreamy idleness (not to mention th,e injury which it does to poor starving

      needlewomen)—has all but vanished from your drawing-room since the Lady-ferns and Venus's hair appeared ; and that you could not help yourself looking now and then at the said Venus's hair, and agreeing that nature's real beauties were somewhat superior to the ghastly woollen caricatures which they had superseded.

      You cannot deny, I say, that there is a fascination in this same Natural History. For do not you, the London merchant, recollect how but last summer your douce and portly head-clerk was seized by two keepers in the act of wandering in Epping Forest at dead of night, with a dark lantern, a jar of strange sweet compound, and innumerable pocketfuls of pill-boxes ; and found it very difi&cult to* make either his captors or you believe that he was neither going to burn wheat-ricks, nor poison pheasants, but was simply sugaring the trees for moths, as a blameless entomologist ? And when, in self-justification, he took you to his house in Islington, and showed you the glazed and corked drawers full of delicate insects, which had

      evidently cost liim in tlie collecting the spare liours of many busy years, and many a pound, too, out of his small salary, were you not a little puzzled to make out what spell there could be in those useless moths, to draw out of his warm bed, twenty miles down the Eastern Counties Eailway, and into the damp forest like a deer-stealer, a sober whiteheaded Tim Linkinwater like him, your very best man of business, given to the reading of Scotch political economy, and gifted with peculiarly clear notions on the currency question?

      It is puzzling, truly. I shall be very glad if these pages help you somewhat toward solving the puzzle.

      We shall agree at least that the study of N'atural History has become now-a-days an honourable one. A Cromarty stonemason was till lately—God rest his noble soul!—the most important man in the City of Edinburgh, by dint of a work on fossil fishes; and the successful investigator of the minutest animals takes place unquestioned among men of genius, and, like the philosopher of old Greece, is considered, by virtue of his science, fit

      company for dukes and princes. Nay, the study is now more than honourable ; it is (what to many readers will be a far higher recommendation) even fashionable. Every well-educated person is eager to know something at least of the wonderful organic forms which surround him in every sunbeam and every pebble; and books of lN"atural History are ■finding their way more and more into drawingrooms and school-rooms, and exciting greater thirst for a knowledge which, even twenty years ago, was considered superfluous for all but the professional student.

      What a change from the temper of two generations since when the naturalist was looked on as a harmless enthusiast, wlio went bug-hunting, simply because he had not spirit to follow a fox! There are those alive who can recollect an amiable man being literally bullied out of the New Forest, because he dared to make a collection (at this moment, we believe, in some unknown abyss of that great Avernus, the British Museum) of fossil shells from those very Hordwell Cliffs, for exploring which

      there is now established a society of subscribers and correspondents. They can remember, too, when, on the first appearance of Bewick's British Birds, the excellent sportsman who brought it down to the Forest was asked, Why on earth he had brought a book about '' cock sparrows ? and had to justify himself again and again, simply by lending the book to his brother sportsmen, to convince them that there were rather more than a dozen sorts of birds (as they then held) indigenous to Hampshire. But the book, perhaps, which turned the tide in favour of Natural History, among the higher classes at least, in the south of England, was White's History of Selborne." A Hampshire gentleman and sportsman, whom everybody knew, had taken the trouble to write a book about the birds and the weeds in his own parish, and the every-day things which went on under his eyes, and every one else's.

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