The distance is only a mile:  the carriage in the mean time may proceed on to Bonchurch.  But should the party decline the walk, they ought at least to alight, and advance near enough to the edge of the precipice, to have a view of the interesting scene below; and they must bear in mind, that though it lies within a few yards of the road, yet to a person passing by, there is no indication of its being so near.

The great interest of East End arises partly from its present wild character, and partly from its being the scene of the latest formidable landslips that have occurred in the island.  In the year 1810, a founder took place which destroyed about twenty acres of land:  this was followed by another, eight years after, that ruined in one night at least thirty acres more:  at which time above twenty full-grown trees were uprooted, and several of them completely buried in the awful wreck.  It therefore affords the inquisitive traveller the best opportunity of examining the cause of the peculiar character of this part of the island.

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BONCHURCH.

>>_Formerly this was one of the most romantic scenes in the island, but has lately been converted into a fashionable village.  Amidst a profusion of new houses, more or less tasty in their style—­a villa, called_ EAST DENE, and the neighbouring old CHURCH_, are all that will here particularly call the stranger from the carriage-road._

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In the year 1834, this beautiful spot was advertised to be sold off in small lots for building 18 or 20 villas!—­a circumstance much regretted by the admirers of the peculiar scenery of the Undercliff, which was exhibited here in its utmost perfection.  Nearly the whole of the land is now disposed of; some of the houses were built for the purpose of letting lodgings; one has been opened as a first-rate Hotel; but the greater number are private residences,—­and certainly it must prove a most enviable retreat for families or invalids during the winter months.  It is impossible for any spot to be better adapted for a number of houses being built in a comparatively small compass:  for the whole of the ground is so romantically tossed about by the sportive hand of Nature,—­presenting here a lofty ridge of rocks, there a woody dell adorned with a purling stream or a limpid pool, that most of the houses are completely hid from each other’s view.

From the bad taste which too generally prevails—­we mean the vanity of glare—­the affectation of elegance,—­so frequently carried out at the expense of all propriety, we were not without apprehension that many of the gentry at Bonchurch would also neglect the essential rule, that the peculiar character of every scene demands an APPROPRIATE STYLE in building and decoration; for it avails