are always to be found in the umbrageous woods and mossy dells surrounding the remains of the old mansion house. Quite close to the house is an ancient Celtic ogo, or fogo (=cave), and this used to be connected with a subterranean passage with the mansion.

We purchased some excellent fowls here at two shillings apiece and six fine large cabbages for sixpence.

Retracing our steps from Trewoofe, we soon strike the lane-like road which runs south-east to the sea at Lamorna Cove. Here we put up for lunch at Mrs. N. Jory's temperance hotel, which was built for a Church of England worshipplace, but apparently never finished. We took the meal in the lofty chancel, a long room with three large, long, high windows on either side, a concrete floor, and a raised concrete dais along one side. Very appropriately a harmonium adorned the other side.

On the east side of the end of the cove there is a granite quarry, the granite being of a very superior quality, whence fine views are obtained of the Lizard Point in the far distance. A murmuring stream runs down Lamorna Valley, which can be heard, but not seen from the road owing to the vast amount of vegetation covering it up. The granite on the western side of the bay is so interspersed with quartz veins as to render it unfit for building purposes.

Beauty begins where the road ends in this part of Cornwall. It seems as if all the sub-tropical, or, at any rate, very luxuriant vegetation which should have clothed the Cornish moors had been crammed into narrow valleys. In these steep declivities trees, shrubs, ferns flourish in a dense mass of glorious green. Tangle bushes, thorny furze, straggling bramble sprays, and fragrant herbs press against your body and knock you about in front and back as you struggle to invade the recesses of their privacy. You may try to steer a path in any direction, it is all the same. You may squeeze, dodge, push, manipulate your arms and legs and contort your body considerably to effect a passage. Often you hear the running of water at the bottom, but can't get near it. The steady grind of a small waterfall may assail your ears, but you never see it.

Where the sea breaks upon the rocky boulders of Lamorna Cove there is no beach-a small pier or arm of granite

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has been thrust out, and here I saw one or two ladies fishing with rods for pollack and wrasse. A granite tablet let into the pier-end has engraved upon it :

which is the first time I ever heard of a pier being called a house. If it were not for this granite quarry disfiguring the mountain-side, with its fresh-looking blocks of stone, derricks, and debris, Lamorna Cove would be a pretty spot.

Blocks of granite from this quarry have entered largely into the formation of the Admiralty Pier at Dover. One huge block-twenty-two feet in height and weighing twentyone tons-was wrought into an obelisk and sent to the Great Exhibition in 1851. I wonder what became of it; for it was not an article to carry about in a waistcoat pocket.

On the left of the valley near the top as we entered it I noticed a galvanised shanty, with top large glass windows, evidently a studio and the temporary abode of an artist.

The inn at the top of the cove on the opposite side of the temperance hotel is old, and I observed a diamond-shaped frame of wood let into the roadway, showing that skittles used once to be played in front of the door on the road itself. Skittles, I hear, have gone out of fashion in the neighbourhood, but are coming back again into rural esteem.

We now start away for the Logan Stone. When "Logan Rock" or "Logan Stone" is mentioned a particular one is meant, and that we are now on the way to see. But a glance at the Ordnance Map shows that there are many Logan Rocks in this part of Cornwall, some of which I have looked for in vain, notably that close to the " Logan Circles,' a short distance north-east of St. Just. The map gives there Logan Stone," but none of the few inhabitants in the immediate vicinity nor at St. Just have ever heard of it. It is simply distressfully appalling how the rare old antiquities of Cornwall are disappearing.

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The Logan Stone par excellence which has monopolised the title in public estimation lies on a promontory a little to the east of St. Levan Church. On our way thither we make a halt at a footpath leading away on our right across a hedge and through some fields. There is a Celtic cross

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set with its back to a hedge, the actual cross being plain on a round head, 4 feet 7 inches in height, the head 1 foot 7 inches by 1 foot 5 inches. This cross is quite loose in its socket a "logan stone cross in fact—and if not soon fixed, will doubtless be pushed over.

The footpath to reach this particular cross starts opposite the gates of the old mansion of the parish, and a curious stile, made of four pieces of granite, fifteen inches apart, with a deep miniature chasm below, so that a human being can use the stepping-stones, but not cattle. The ingenuity displayed in making this form of stile is characteristically Celtic.

But there is yet another old Celtic cross to be seen at this spot. Immediately beside this quaint stile on the west side in a piece of roadside waste it stands, at right angles to the road. I have noticed that in most cases when these crosses are so placed that both sides are visible to passersby, each side has a cross cut upon it. This cross has, nearest the stile, a plain cross running the whole length of the pedestal, and on the reverse the cross is confined to the round head. The monument is five feet high, and the head is two feet in breadth and 1 foot 8 inches in height. The round base upon which the cross is fixed was so completely overgrown with thick moss, that at first I thought it was simply a monolith stuck upright in the soil, as so many of these crosses are. But I found on pulling off a sheet of moss two inches in thickness, which came readily away, it had, as I have said, a circular granite foundation.

From whichever side, therefore, this monument is approached a cross is visible, or used to be before the trees and rank growth of weeds obscured its position.

Pursuing the road further towards Land's End, that is, in a westerly direction, a sign-post is reached on the left indicating that in that direction (south) is the Logan Rock. Some fields and stiles have to be crossed before the promontory of Treryn is reached, or, as it is called, Castle Treryn, because the neck of land has evidently been fortified, the remains of the walls and ditches being plainly visible. Cyrus Redding, who described the spot in 1842, wrote that those "who have a feeling for the grand in nature, and desire to see granite rocks of astonishing dimensions, piled