a pistol close to his face, he gave himself up, as " quiet as a lamb."
" Old Hastings " seems to have gradually gone away, in a great part at least, like a beautiful series of " dissolving views," each one better than its predecessor. In place of the " Old Priory Bridges," we have the beautiful structure in memory of " Albert the Good ;" in place of the " Old Woman's Tap," the "Royal Victoria Hotel," more than once the abode of royalty ; in place of " Lime-kilns," " Wellington and Warrior Squares." Our streets are well lighted and well drained, and sanitary science is well studied. Our esplanade is unequalled by any in the kingdom. Close to where once stood the picturesque " White Rock," we have now a magnificent pier, and we may fairly hope that in future years, Hastings, with its beautiful neighbourhood, will still stand second to none in the kingdom.
