A letter from Mary Lamb to Randal Norris, concerning this, or another, visit to Hastings, says: "We eat turbot, and we drink smuggled Hollands, and we walk up hill and down hill all day long."

It's as nat'ral for a Dutchman to love Holland, as it is for an Englishman to love Hollands.

"I know this maladywell enough," and pouring some hollands in a cup he put it to the dead man's parted lips.

And, by covering the crystal in a box perforated only with a small aperture to admit the exciting ray, and by substituting black holland for his buff blinds, he greatly improved the conditions of the observations; so that in a little while they were able to survey the valley in any direction they desired.