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weathered and softened down, and then mosses settle in this 

 crevice, and lovingly fill up that gap, while lichens, red, orange, 

 and purple, star its uniformity with their beauties. Anon ferns 

 spring up here and there, polypody being sure to be first. 

 Now the fence has lost its obtrusive ugliness, being tufted with 

 heather here and there, and everywhere seamed with velvet 

 moss, while honeysuckles, and ivy, pink, white, and yellow 

 stonecrop, smother it annually with a richer covering overhead, 

 till the wayfarer believes, were it not for a glimpse of granite 

 breaking through now and then, that he is once more between 

 the earth banks and hedgerows of Devon. 



Trees disappear as we near St. Buryan's, whose tower, ninety 

 feet high, is a conspicuous object from every part of this dis- 

 trict. From its summit another magnificent Cornish church- 

 tower is to be seen Probus, forty-one miles distant by road. 

 There is a good deal worth notice at St. Buryan's, beside the 

 tower. Inside are curious monuments, a very fine wood screen 

 and bench end carvings. A lich stone and gate stand at the 

 entrance of the yard, and in it is one of the most characteristic 

 crosses of the county. It stands on a broad base of five steps, 

 with a representation of the Crucifixion on one side, and five 

 bosses, symbolical of our Lord's wounds, on the other. Inside 

 the porch here and at St. Le van's (as often in the rural churches 

 of South Wales) are stoups for holy water. 



The road to the Logan Stone from this village commands 

 splendid views of coast and combe. Penberth, with its clump 

 of fishermen's cottages, is eminently picturesque. The Logan 

 itself is reached by a scramble over huge masses of granite, 

 through Treryn Dinas, an old line of defence which may have 

 been originally fortified by the Kelts, and which, doubtless (like 

 the Dane's Dyke at Flamborough and many other similar posi- 

 tions), supplied succeeding ages with a fortress. Of the Logan 

 Stone itself, we shall say nothing. Show-sights are generally 

 disappointing, and this has been described over and over again. 



