chain of yer nick.

10. How fair is yer love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is
yer love dan wine! an de smell of yer intments dan all spices.

11. Yer lips, O my spouse, drap lik de honeycomb; dere's honey an
melk under yer tongue; an de smell of yer garments is lik de smell
of Lebanon.

12. A fenced garn is my sister, my spouse, a spring shet up, a
fountain seaeled.

13. Yer plants be an archard of pomegranates wud pleasant fruits,
camphire an spikenard.

14. Spikenard an saffron, calamus an cinnamon, wud all trees of
frankincense, myrrh, an allers, wud all de best of spices.

15. A fountain of garns, a well of livin waters, an straims from
Lebanon.

16. Wake, O north win, an come, ye south; blow upon my garn, dat de
spices of it may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garn, an
ait his pleasant fruits.

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CHAPTER XLII

BEING A POSTSCRIPT TO THE SECOND EDITION.

It almost necessarily follows that in a book such as this, which in
brief compass attempts to take some account of every interesting or
charming spot in a large tract of country, there must be certain
omissions. To the stranger the survey may seem adequate; but it is a
hundred to one that a reader whose home is in Sussex will detect a
flippancy or a want of true insight in the treatment of his own village.
Nor (rightly) does he sit silent under the conviction.

I find that, with the keenest desire to be just in criticism, I have
been unfair to several villages. I have been unfair, for example, to
Burpham, which lies between Arundel and Amberley and of which nothing is
said; and more than one reader has discovered unfairness to East Sussex.
For this the personal equation is perhaps responsible: a West Sussex
man, try as he will, cannot have the same enthusiasm for the other side
of his county as for his own. For me the sun has always seemed to rise
over Beachy Head, the most easterly of our Downs.

The call for a second edition has however enabled me to set right a few
errors in the body of the book, and in this additional chapter to
amplify and fortify here and there. The result must necessarily be
disconnected; but a glance at the index will point the way to what is
new.

Concerning Aldworth in Tennyson's poetry (see page 12), there is the
exquisite stanza to General Hamley:

"You came, and looked, and loved the view