THE LIGHT-HOUSE ROCK. 269 



' Come on, Sir ; here's the place : Stand still. 

 ' How fearful, and dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! 

 ' The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, 

 ' Shew scarce so gross as beetles 



the murmuring surge, 



' That on the unnumberM idle pebbles chafes, 



' Cannot be heard so high :' 



KING LEAR. 



IN order to prevent the time hanging heavy on 

 their hands, and to render their visit to him as 

 agreeable as he could make it, Dr. Hastings pro- 

 posed to his guests that they should accompany 

 him the next day to see a bold and interesting rock 

 near the mouth of the river on which they had 

 been angling. This rock was the resort of nume- 

 rous sea-fowl, which were protected by the kind- 

 hearted light-house keeper who resided upon it. 

 On their way back, they were to fish in a well 

 stocked trout stream, which was strictly preserved 

 by a friend of Dr. Hastings' 1 , who had given him 

 permission to have a day's angling in it. The 

 party accordingly set out, and after an agreeable 

 drive entered a boat, and were conveyed to the rork, 

 where Dr. Hastings hoped to obtain some informa- 

 tion respecting the habits of the birds which fre- 

 quented it, and also to learn something in regard 

 to the migration of the smaller birds of passage. 



