NATURE NOTES 
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came into view. South, in the middle distance, Buryan church 
stands out, beyond St. Leven’s gap, where stands the Logan 
rock ; and beyond again, eight miles out at sea, a thin line denotes 
where stands the Wolf lighthouse. To the W^est is Land s 
End, Seamen Church, the Longships Lighthouse, and a little 
further north. Cape Cornwall (said to be the only cape in England), 
and St. Just village. Far to the south-west a grey streak denotes 
where the Scilly Isles are situated. 
On this hill John Wesley is said to have preached his first 
sermon in Cornwall to a large congregation of miners, who then 
inhabited St. Just, Sancreed, and other mining villages about 
here, but now, alas, do so no longer. 
A Rugby Selbornian. 
A COUNTRY WALK. 
was eight o’clock, a fine morning towards the end of 
yfij August, and we were all gathered round a large break- 
fast-table, planning different ways of passing the lovely 
day that was before us. We lived in a fine old house, 
fifteen miles from London, in the county of Kent, so famous for 
its hop-gardens and fruit orchards ; the house was surrounded 
by a pretty garden, well laid out with spacious lawns adapted 
for all outdoor amusements. Beyond the garden was the 
beautiful park, with its stately old elms and oaks, while woods 
and cornfields lay in the far distance. 
Very various were the plans proposed by each member of 
the household. Riding, driving, tennis, cricket and croquet 
were each discussed in turn, according to the different tastes of 
the speaker, and I was the only one who ventured to suggest a 
walk. My proposal was not a popular one, for they all declared 
1 should be baked alive, and I soon found that if I carried out 
my plan, 1 should only have the birds and flowers for com- 
panions. Nevertheless, I resolved to go, for after all, I thought. 
Nature is often the best company and is far more likely to 
reveal its mysteries to me if I am alone. 
So, directly after breakfast, I prepared myself for my walk, 
telling them not to expect me home till evening, for I meant to 
lunch with the birds in the woods ! As I stood on the steps 
before the house, surveying the attractive scene before me, I felt 
uncertain for a moment which way to go, but I soon made up my 
mind that the woods and fields would be the most tempting, 
especially as it was harvest time. 
As I walked through the garden everything looked bright 
and happy. The flower-beds were gay with every kind of 
