THE MONK ROCK. 77 



Will turn this page, — a native lip proclaim 



Him who loved long and well the Rocky Land. 

 Hills of old Cornwall ! in your antique fame 

 Oh that a voice unborn might blend my future name ! 



And Thou ! whose ear hath listened to my song ! 



Linked to the Minstrel by a holy tie ; 

 Thou ! to whom grateful memories belong 



Of gentle heart, kind hand, and loving eye ! 



For thee I weave these words, — if one should sigh 

 O^er him who in these valUes loved and died, — 



If a recording word he breathed hereby, — 

 Thou shall with him that homage still divide 

 When our warm hearts be hushed and withering side by side / 



A little piece follows embodying a legend relative to 

 the bells of Bottreaux or Boscastle ; the chorus of each 

 verse is ingeniously arranged so that every line may 

 accord to the chiming c^f six bells. 



The next piece, written in the old English ballad 

 style, is very beautiful and simply pathetic, it is enti- 

 tled " Annot of Benallay," and relates to the resuscita- 

 tion of a young lady, who had been buried in a trance, 

 through the cupidity of the sexton, who opened her 

 coffin to despoil the body of its jewelled ornaments ; a 

 note states that the facts are well known in Cornwall, 

 and that the names and places are merely changed. 

 The story, however, has been often hackneyed by 

 magazine writers; one long account appeared in 

 the Monthly Magazine, for April, 1828; the plot is 

 laid at Cologne, and the wife of a burgomaster there is 

 made the patient. 



" Dupath Well " and the " Monk Rock^' are in the 

 same style of composition. 



THE MONK ROCK. 



You have heard of the Holy Well, my love, 



On Cuthbert's * storied ground ; — 

 The cloister'd cave all dark above, 



The cold waves moaning round. 



* Cuthbert is pronounced and sometimes written Cubert. 



