II. 



RAMBLES IN CORNWALL. 



" We turned, we wound 

 About the clifEs, the copses, out and in, 

 Hammering and clinking, chattering stony names 

 Of shale and hornblende, rag, and trap, and tuff, 

 Amygdaloid and trachyte, till the sun 

 Grew broader towards his death, and fell, and all 

 The rosy heights came out above the lawns." 



TENNYSON. 



Y first acquaintance with this delightful 

 county was made under most favour- 

 able auspices. The visit was paid in 

 company with several members of a 

 scientific society to which I belong, and the main pur- 

 poses of it were geological. The field is one that has 

 attracted the attention of many leading geologists ; 

 and no knight of the hammer can fail to respond 

 to its fascination when once he finds himself in the 

 midst of its enchanting scenery. Peach, Pengelly, 

 Phillips, Le Neve Foster, Sedgwick, Ue la Beche, 

 Bonuey, all these have studied the Cornish rocks, 

 and given us the results of their observations. 

 There are in Cornwall several influential scientific 

 societies, such as the Geological Society of Cornwall 



