OUR HOLIDAY IN CORNWALL 67 



contained. It has about eighty inhabitants, who 

 live, die, and are buried there. 



Land's End is about twelve miles from Penzance. 

 The means of getting there are by sea or by four- 

 horse Jersey car (that is, what is called char-a-banc 

 in other places). As we did not want to be tied 

 to time anywhere we took a carriage, which for 

 three was not more costly ; and so we started on 

 a bright, breezy, sunshiny morning. 



Our road was delightful, in many places running 

 through long avenues of gratefully shady trees, 

 though the up-and-down hills were trying for the 

 horse. We found our way through an ancient 

 village called St. Buryan. In the churchyard is 

 an old and perfect Cornish cross ; there is also 

 one near the village inn, and a tombstone to 

 which your attention is specially requested by the 

 attendant, on account of the curious and suggestive 

 poem thereon, which I copied, although it is found 

 in the guide-books. 



" Our life is but a winter s 1 day, 

 Some only breakfast and away, 

 Others to dinner stay and are full fed, 

 The oldest only sups and goes to bed. 

 Largest is his debt who lingers out the day, 

 Who goes the soonest has the least to pay." 



On reaching Treryn Point we traversed some 

 fields, and, by the aid of a guide, scrambled over 

 rocks till we came in full view of the Logan Stone 

 an immense block weighing nearly one hundred 



1 The guide-book says summer's. 



