PENZANCE. 87 
MicliaePs Mount is by water when the tide is full. 
The old dwelhng place of the St. Aubyns, placed 
on the pinnacle of a bold rugged rockj stands out 
from the blue waters beneath, showing itself clear 
and distinct against the blue of the heavens above, 
like the fortress of some enchanted princess, 
accessible to fairies alone. As you near the 
miniature island, a few cottages are seen on its 
tiny shore, and you are landed on a flight of steps 
that leads to the Mount. 
Penzance abounds in beautiful country walks. 
It has, too, its Hyde Park or Cascine, where the 
fishermen, miners, and citizens, with their wives 
and children, assemble every Sunday afternoon in 
holiday attire, pacing up and down on a raised 
walk by the sea shore, exchanging kindly greetings 
with each other. I have never seen this custom 
in any other place in England ; it gives to Pen- 
zance the appearance of a foreign town on a fete 
day. 
In the country walks you will find every field, 
and thicket, and hedge abounding in strange and 
