THE land's end. 99 



must all fondly, and not without hope, look to the 

 period when, by their combined endeavours, the 

 rail-way will be devoted to busy traffic, and a popu- 

 lation shall arise to consume the importations, and 

 to furnish the exports through various channels of 

 commerce. Dartmoor, so long condemned to ste- 

 rility, in a few years ma v again wear the verdure of 

 woods, and corn, and gil^s, and no longer stand as 

 a bye word and a reproacti for its infertihty, in other 

 counties. To SirThom^Tyrwhitt, the measure is 

 indebted for its origin ; and the spirited proprietors, 

 assisted by their committees, chairmen, contractors, 

 and engineers, have succeeded, in defiance of all 

 obstacles, in achieving a task, which reflects credit, 

 not only on them, collectively as well as individu- 

 ally, but on the port of Plymouth — nay, on the 

 whole of the country." 



Burt. 



*^»* The following poetical effusions are selected from the fugitive pieces 

 accompanying Mr. Henry Sevvell Stokes' new work, entitled, the "Vale of 

 Lanherne," which will be farther noticed in the next number. 



THE LAND'S END. 



At length we reach old Albion's Western bound, 



Like giant castle ere the Deluge, piled 



These granite rocks amid the Ocean wild : 



The silvery-pinion'd sea-birds wheel around 



As if in motion to the solemn sound 



Of the broad-rolling waves, and in the gale 



The voice of storms shouts with a stern all-hail, 



To greet the first proud spot of British ground. 



This — this is our Herculean column, placed 



As the grand barrier 'gainst despotic power. 



And distant as the day of doom the hour 



Its granite-graven ban shall be erased : 



Fair Freedom, sculptured on the living rock, 



Serenely smiles to mark the billows* harmless shock » 



