the end the Dupes of their ownfallacious Calculations. — Such a place as Sanditon Sir, I may say waswanted, was called for. — Nature hadmarked it out — had spoken in mostintelligible Characters — The finest, purest Sea Breeze on the Coast — acknowledgedto be so — Excellent Bathing — fine hard Sand — Deep Water 10 yards from the Shore — no Mud — no Weeds — no slimey¹ rocks — Never was there a place more palpablydesigned by Nature for the resort ofthe Invalid — the very Spot which Thousands seemed in need of. — The most desirable distance from London!^{One complete,} a^ measured mile nearer than East Bourne. Only conceive Sir, the ad::vantage of ^{saving a whole Mile,}that, in a long Journey. But Brinshore Sir, which I daresay you have in your eye — the attempts of two or three speculating People about Brinshore, this lastyear, to raise that paltry Hamlet,^{lying, as it does} situated between a stagnant marsh,^^{a bleak Moor}& the constant effluvia of a ridgeof putrifying Sea weded², can end innothing but their own Disappointment.