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" keep-keep-keep " from the rocks and skerries ; also the plaintive 

 piping of the Ringed Plover. The little dark Rock Pipits 

 abound everywhere, and we saw young on the islands well able to 

 fly and take care of themselves. 



From the chief island of the inner group there is a striking 

 view of Bamborough Castle and distant Cheviot. There are 

 few churchyards so picturesquely placed as that of this ancient 

 borough, and holding within its four low walls so goodly a 

 number of illustrious dead. At the west and highest part, 

 beneath a stone canopy, is the monumental effigy of Grace 

 Darling ; standing at its head, and looking eastward, we see, 

 beyond the northern flank of the castle, the Longstone Light, 

 where she spent her early days. On this western side, too, is 

 the monument erected to the memory of that Rev. G. Morell 

 Mackenzie, who, when the ' Pegasus ' was lost on the Goldstone, 

 in July, 184-3, stood amongst the passengers and crew on deck, 

 and praj r ed till the vessel went down under his feet, and the 

 water stopped his words. Here lies also Prideaux John Selby, 

 of Twizell House, the eminent ornithologist and natural historian 

 of the Fame Islands. In the crypt below the chancel rest, side 

 by side, " after life's fitful fever," Thomas Forster, the ill-starred 

 and incompetent General of the rising in the North in 1715, and 

 his most heroic sister Dorothy, immortalised by Mr. Walter 

 Besant, niece to that still more beautiful Dorothy, the young 

 wife of the great Lord Crewe, whose portrait hangs below that 

 of her lord in the banqueting room of Bamborough Keep. 

 Ferdinando Forster, uncle of Dorothy the younger, basely mur- 

 dered in a duel at Newcastle by one of the Fenwicks, is buried 

 in the same vault. 



Bamboroughshire also lays claim to a third heroine in Grizzel 

 Cochrane, daughter of that Sir John Cochrane of Ochiltree, 

 taken prisoner in 1685, in the rising under the Duke of Argyle, 

 and under sentence of death at Edinburgh. Disguised as a 

 man, she crossed the border, stopped the king's mail, and 

 obtained possession of the warrant for her father's execution, 

 and thus giving time for powerful friends at Court to obtain a 

 reprieve. 



But our time is up, and the longest and most pleasant day, 

 like everything else, must have an ending. We leave the Fame 

 lshinds to the peaceful possession of their many feathered tenants, 



