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fear." And so I mounted the rock, and dragged 

 myself and was shoved along till I got my nose 

 just over the brink. " On you go, sir ; a foot more 

 and there you are. Can you see daylight ? " " No 

 thank you," cried I ; " not an inch further will I go. 

 I can see far enough into the cavern to believe 

 there is light shining through. Now haul me back, 

 if you please ! " Our guide was quite disappointed 

 to find me so funky as to refuse to hang head 

 and shoulders over the brink and then twist my 

 neck round as he had done. "Wait till you are 

 seventy-five, my boy," said I, "and then try 

 it!" 



Then he led us back up over the awful crags 

 till we reached a level spot, in the centre of which 

 was a square stone with a cross on it. 



"Now, ladies and gen'leman," says our guide, 

 standing on the stone, " I stand now on the very 

 spot where once stood a celebrated classic poet, 

 his name, it was Charles Wesley ; and here it was 

 that he composed a poem, which, with your per- 

 mission, I shall now recite to you." And then he 

 began in tragic form, and in a loud voice 



" O, on a narrow neck of land, 

 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand," etc., etc. 



After showing us many other objects of interest, 

 unnecessary to record, as I am not writing a 

 guide-book, we parted with him, and returned to 

 Penzance by another route. 



Thursday, July 27, was my first fishing day a 



