made on the north, east and south.  Cissbury is thus the largest entrenchment on the Downs and must have been one of the most important in the south.  The views seawards are very fine and the stretch of coast is one of the longest visible from any part of the range Below the southern side of the fosse, on the slope that brings us down to Broadwater, is the reputed site of a Roman vineyard; the locality still goes by this name and certainly the situation, a slope facing south and protected from cold winds, is an ideal one for the culture of the grape.

Broadwater is now a suburb of Worthing.  Here is a very interesting Transitional-Norman cruciform church, at one time magnificent in its appurtenances, no fewer than six chantry chapels being attached; the remains of these were done away with in the early nineteenth century.  Note the old altar stone in the floor of the chancel, also on the exterior north wall a dedication cross in flints.  In the chancel is a brass to John Mapleton, 1432, chancellor of Joan of Navarre, and there are two fine tombs, one of Thomas Lord de la Warre (1526) and the other of the ninth of that line (1554).  John Bunnett, interred in 1734, aged 109, had six wives, three of whom he married and buried after he was 100!  The church has a modern association which will be of interest to all lovers of wild nature; here in 1887 Richard Jeffries was buried.  One cannot but think that the great naturalist would have been more fittingly laid to rest in one of the lonely little God’s-acres which nestle in the Downs he loved so well.

[Illustration:  BROADWATER.]

Worthing until the end of the eighteenth century was a mere suburb of Broadwater; its actual beginnings as a watering place were nearly contemporary with those of Brighton.  When the Princess Amelia came here in 1799 the fortunes of the town were made, and ever since it has steadily, though perhaps slowly, increased in popular favour.  The three miles of “front,” which is all that fifty per cent, of its visitors know of Worthing, are unimposing and in places mean and rather depressing in architecture, but this is atoned for by the stretch of hard clean sands laid bare at half tide, a pleasant change after the discomfort of Brighton shingle.  As a residential town, pure and simple, Worthing is rapidly overtaking its great rival, and successful business men make their money in the one and live in the other, as though the Queen of Watering-places were an industrial centre.  Worthing has a great advantage in its fine old trees; as a matter of fact the place would be unbearably arid and glaring without them in the summer months, for it has undoubtedly proved its claim to be the sunniest south coast resort; a claim at one time or other put forth by all.  The most convincing proof to the sceptical stranger will be the miles of glass houses for the culture of the tomato with which the town is surrounded.  Its chief attraction lies in the number of interesting places which can easily be reached