25 SEPTEMBER 1869, page 13

A Trip In A Trawler.

I T was on a dull and cloudy morning, but with promise of a fine day withal, that we hurried down at seven o'clock to the Barbican at Plymouth. A perfect fleet of trawlers, with......

Among The Dolomites.—ii.

I T is an odd way of beginning to ascend a mountain to drive down a high road for an hour in the dark, but such was my fate one morning last week. I am not one of those unhappy......