CHAPTER VI.
What more felicity can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with liberty?
A WALK THROUGH PORTLAND.
Some jottings of the amœnities of Portland, which I hastily put down in the course of a pedestrian excursion through it, may not be unacceptable to such of my readers as have not had an opportunity of becoming acquainted with it; for it is rather an original little isle, and has some claims of its own to attention.
After clearing that city of stone blocks which I have before mentioned, I wound round the foot of the hill, and mounted the steep village of Fortune's Well, with its pretty houses and nice shops, all of stone of course (on the principle of patronizing the home manufacture) and the substantial church, and neat rectory, where dwells,—a blessing to the inhabitants,—my venerated friend, the Rev. Mr. Jenour. As I toiled up the precipitous road in the summer's sun, it was a relief to turn, at times, and solace my eyes with the almost boundless prospect that expanded behind,—every where indeed, except just in front. The villages of Fortune's Well and Chesil, united into one, lie just beneath; the stretches away in a line, of which the eye fails to detect the termination, the Chesil Beach
