text:  Her Majesty's palace at Brighton has been located with exactly the same curious perversion of taste; the hills to the north of that very handsome town offering one of the noblest situations that can be conceived--a fine land view and an unobstructed sweep of the ocean: but the evil genius of building prevailed and the palace is fixed in a gloomy bottom from which it can be overlooked by every body and from which nothing can be seen