"  22nd  June. — The  Queen's  Jubilee  Day — the  evening
and  night  of  which  I  spent  on  Chanclebury  Down,  camped
among  the  thorn  bushes  near  the  top  of  the  Ridge,  a
beautiful  but  rather  hazy  evening,  quite  warm,  no  moon,
little  parties  of  country  people  out  on  foot,  others  in  vans,
but  not  enough  of  them  to  injure  the  solitude.  At  half-
past  nine  rockets  began  to  be  fired  away  at  Shoreham,  and
a  light  appeared  on  Leith  Hill,  then  illuminations  at
Shoreham  and  Brighton,  and  precisely  at  ten  bonfires  were
lit  up.  I  counted  ninety-seven  of  them,  and  there  were
probably  more,  for  the  clump  hid  part  of  the  horizon.  It
was  an  inspiriting  sight,  and  we  tried  to  make  out  our  own
bonfire  at  Newbuildings,  which  lies  in  a  straight  line  be-
tween Chanclebury  and  Leith  Hill.
"  26th  June. — The  day  of  the  Jubilee  Review  at  Ports-
mouth. A  Jingo  apotheosis  which  contrasts  strangely  with
my  recollection  of  Portsmouth  seventeen  years  ago,  when
our  military  and  naval  glory  was  at  so  low  an  ebb  that
even  I  felt  humiliated.
