south, for miles. The country consists, in this part, of open uncultivated heath, beneath which, lies granite, which in many places protrudes above the surface of the ground, and gives it a most dreary, but romantic appearance. Some parts resembled a church yard, long neglected, and whose tomb-stones are out of the perpendicular, or broken and prostrated: so singular was the appearance of the rocks. I observed a little land, here and there, enclosed and cultivated with corn and potatoes. In parts of the road, there were large pieces of stone, at least 2 feet square, being either the surface of the granitic rock, levelled to make the road, or large pieces compacted together.

There was a sign post, directing to "Gweek and Trello warren; " which I cite as specimens of curious Cornish names.

In the cornfields, I often saw a large circular raised bed, perhaps ten or twenty feet in diameter, about two feet above the surrounding level, and studded with cab

These are

bages, or other vegetables. deposits of manure, or of materials for making it; which are thus accumulated, and left for a season, instead of being prepared in a corner of a field. Sea-weed and sand are often thus prepared, in the absence of other manure.

I was gratified, as I passed various cottages, in the evening, by hearing the voices of their tenants exercised in hymning and psalmody; and their strains were in some instances strikingly beautiful, by the several parts which they respectively performed. In other parts of England, even on the Sabbath evening, you hear wrangling and vociferation, idle jesting, and profane language; but here was one pervading stillness, save where you met a cheerful party retiring home, or strolling out in the moonlight. Before sunset, I saw several sturdy fellows, with books; and I heard distinctly one young man, standing in the road, reading a hymn book.

I do not remember, in my life, to have

seen so much good manners and kindness, and such entire absence of depravity as I saw in Cornwall. I walked an hundred and seventy-five miles in seven days; I went through towns and villages; I visited mines, and perambulated the rural scenes of the retired cottager's dwellings; I mingled with genteel society, and with persons of an humble grade; I sojourned at first-rate hotels, and at humble inns; yet never once did I, to my remembrance, see a tumult or brawl, hear a single oath or obscene expression, or witness uncivil conduct. I did not encounter a beggar, or feel myself insecure, walking for hours, by the light of the moon, in lanes and roads where I was distant from any habitation. Every man, woman, or child whom I met, day or night, had a word of civil greeting for me; and as I passed daily the humble cottage of the miner, the peasant, or the mechanic, I frequently distingnished the voice of psalmody.

The immortal Wesley has done much

for this favored region; where his name is held in great reverence, and throughout which, chapels are dedicated to his principles. HELSTON

is a pretty town, consisting of two large streets which cross each other. Here has just been opened a very large and handsome Anabaptist chapel, with an elegant front. The main street is on a descent, at the bottom of which, is a triumphal arch, built of stone, and inscribed" to the memory of Humphry Millett Gryllt;" behind which is a bowling-green,-and, beyond that, is the open country, rising in lofty hills. This street is wide, and consists, in part, of respectable houses. The river Cober runs at the western end of Helston, which is a town of antiquity, and once possessed a castle. It has a good market-house and town-hall; and the church, which is handsome, stands on a hill at the northern end of the town, and was built in 1762, at an expence of some thousands. Helston has a mayor, aldermen, and assist

ants; and was one of the towns, for coinage of tin, till the practice became obsolete. The inhabitants are about 3,000 in number. The road out of Helston is, by a sharp turn to the north, at the bottom of this street. Helston is about ten miles west by south of Penryn.

The road hence to Marazion is beautiful --diversified by hill and dale,-and commanding, from eminences, extensive prospects of sea and land. You are now in the land of mines; but Cornwall is not, universally, a mining country: there being large districts where no mines are worked, and which are fertile, and adorned with wood. It is in these more barren parts that the mines are most prevalent, for when there is a wide tract of granitie waste; where a herd of goats love to skip from rock to rock, and browse on the wild flowers which nature has scattered on the barren heath; there, far beneath the ken of mortal glance, and undisturbed by the earlier generations of untutored antiquity, lie rich lodes of