[…] it is to the sea, here, that we must turn for the truly sublime; and whilst sea-birds, in thousands, flutter in the midway air around their elevated haunts, see, in the margin of the prodigious expanse below, the magnificent form of the wild rock, shaded amidst innumerable ringlets of green, blue, and azure - nay, every colour and shade of the prism. At the west extremity of the down, in a beautiful cove within the parish of Seaton, is Beer, a name probably derived from Ber Rhin - Si dictatur. The incurvation of the bay is carefully defended by nature from the violence of the sea, and is capable of being made the best fishing station in the kingdom.

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