An Unsentimental Journey Through CornwallMacmillan and Company, 1884 - 144 pages |
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Page 105 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits — Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Page 85 - I will lay me down in peace, and take my rest : for it is thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwell in safety.
Page 144 - Who reverenced his conscience as his king ; " Whose glory was redressing human wrong ; " Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it ; " Who loved one only, and who clave to her...
Page 6 - You must always hold your own against extortion in Cornwall." I thanked him, with a slightly-troubled mind. But I have always noticed that in travelling " with such measure as ye mete it shall be meted to you again," and that those who come to a country expecting to be cheated generally are 'cheated. Having still a lingering belief in human nature, and especially in Cornish nature, I determined to set down the old gentleman's well-meant advice for what it was worth, no more, and cease to perplex...
Page 92 - ... of his predecessor, the Reverend Thomas Flavel, who died in 1682, and whose monument in the chancel really expresses the sentiments — in epitaph — of the period : " Earth, take thine earth ; my sin, let Satan have it ; The world my goods ; my soul my God who gave it For from these four, Earth, Satan, World, and God, My flesh, my sin, my goods, my soul, I had." But it does not mention that the reverend gentleman was the best ghost-layer in all England, and that when he died his ghost also...
Page 117 - Quakers' burial ground, where is said to be one of the finest views in Cornwall ; the Nine Maidens, a circle of Druidical stones, and many other interesting things, without once looking at or thinking of them. Half a mile from Marazion the rain ceased, and a light like that of the rising moon began to break through the clouds. What a night it might be, or might have been, could we have stayed at the Land's End ! That ghostly "might have been!
Page 65 - Queen," barely recognisable, a feeling of thankfulness was the only sensation left. THE FISHERMAN'S DAUGHTER— A CORNISH STUDY. their best, and for a working man to study music in any form is a good and desirable thing. But whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well. The great bane of provincial life is that people have so few opportunities of finding out when they do not do things well, and so little ambition to learn to do them better.
Page 3 - And shall they scorn Tre, Pol, and Pen ? And shall Trelawny die ? There's twenty thousand Cornishmen Will know the reason why...
Page 13 - ... such as Jack the Giantkiller and the giant Cormoran, seemed to be not impossible myths, as we gradually quitted civilisation in the shape of a village or two, and a few isolated farm-houses, and came out upon the wild district known as Goonhilly Down. Certainly not from its hills, for it is as flat as the back of your hand, and as bare. But the word, which is old Cornish — that now extinct tongue, which only survives in the names of places and people — means a hunting ground ; and there is...
Page 54 - Sir Thomas Malory's. On this literary provender we felt that as yet we should not starve. Also, some little fingers having a trifling turn for art, brought out triumphantly a colour-box, pencils, and pictures. And the wall-paper being one of the very ugliest that ever eye beheld, we sought and obtained permission to adorn it with these, our cltefii-d' oeuvre, pasted at regular intervals. Where we hope they still remain, for the edification of succeeding lodgers. We read the " Idylls of the King "...