CHAPTER YIIL 



A PLEASANT TIME AT PENZANCE. 



HEN whitebait attain the proportions of 

 sprats, and cucumbers are bawled through 

 the streets two for three-halfpence, it may 

 be fairly concluded "that the London 

 season has drawn to a close. When one's bosom 

 friend has thrown up his well-chosen teams of bays 

 and greys and has ceased those pleasant little 

 journe^^s which terminated at the Orleans Club or the 

 Star and Garter, as the case might be ; when she 

 who adores thee has left for Homburg, in order to 

 recruit her health after the campaign of the year — 

 in order to prepare for a state that may be better or 

 worse, according to circumstances — it behoves a man 

 to seek for fresh fields of relaxation, and to add to his 

 experience by entering into any novel pursuits that 

 present themselves. 



In some such wise it came to pass that I spent an 

 extremely pleasant time in the vicinity of Penzance. 

 Now Treneglos, where I sojourned for a while, is 

 situate on high ground, within easy distance of the 

 shore, commanding a lovely view of St. Michael's 

 Mount, a group of grey granite rocks, on the summit 

 of which is placed the weather-stained castle, the 



