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Chambers Micellany. When we returned, father went out with mother, and they bought a nice parasol for Lily, for seven shillings and a vail for mother. Sunday Feb: 8th. Was rainy and stormy. Lily was middling, her mouth being somewhat better. Father and I took a short walk. We saw a fishing boat arrive. These fishing boats are very short and deep, with great beam being nearly as broad as they are long, in fact regular tubs. They are rigged in this manner [[image - drawing of boat]] On coming in, they run them as far up on the beach as they will go under the jib alone. & then dray them above high tide with a hawser and capstan worked by a horse, over greased skidds. We thought that with the groups of fishermen in their very picturesque costumes, one of these scenes would make an excellent subject for a picture. After dinner Lily wanted something to amuse her, so I tried to get a Punch, but could not succeed. The waiting maid got some prints and pamphlets, and Hartitt's journey through France and Italy which father read. 

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Feb. 9th. Father and I took a long walk through the upper part of the town, and he bought a nice little sketching block and some colour. We then went out to a little town to the west of Brighton, where father got a sketch of a church. On a return father worked up his sketch. Lily being rather better, after dinner we took a carriage for an hour, and had a nice ride to Kempttown which is situated to the East of Brighton, and composed of very fine houses, mostly of Greek architecture. We rode along the main promenade, facing the sea. 
Feb. 10th. Father and I took a walk to the west of the town. Father had been trouble for a day or too with sore throat so he took a dose of Senna and had a bad headache in the afternoon, which fortunately got better by evening. 
Feb. 11th. I had a cold, but Lily was a good deal better. In the morning we staid in and read and wrote. After dinner, Mr. Keil, the person with whom we are staying was so kind as to offer us an order to see the Pavilion of Brighton, which we gladly accepted, and at once set off. It is situated a little way back from the sea, with a fine large square in the front in the centre of which is a fountain. The building is separated from