I left this letter unfinished, as I was hurried on board, and now I have
only to tell you that, at the sight of Dover cliffs, I wondered how
anybody could term them grand; they appear so insignificant to me, after
those I had seen in Sweden and Norway.
Adieu! My spirit of observation seems to be fled, and I have been
wandering round this dirty place, literally speaking, to kill time,
though the thoughts I would fain fly from lie too close to my heart to
be easily shook off, or even beguiled, by any employment, except that of
preparing for my journey to London.
God bless you!