very small temporary stack, in a conical form, about four feet wide at bottom, and

about eight feet high, and they slightly thatch the top. This wheat, so thatched, they call the arrish mow, because when thus protected from the weather, they consider it saved. These arrish mows they carry, and permanently house or stack, as soon as the weather and their leisure permit. These give a very peculiar character to the country; there being, perhaps, from ten to twenty on an acre of ground; and whilst the farmer is busily carrying some of them, others are being (with industrious rapidity) formed in an adjoining field. In Derbyshire, owing to the frequency and suddenness of rain, (caused, as in Cornwall, by the lofty hills,) they have a custom of hay making and stacking, which gives a peculiarity likewise to the character of that county. The farmer cuts a little grass at a time, makes it into hay with diligent speed, and stacks it on the spot; so that here and there, and every where,

the grass land is bespangled with diminutive hay stacks.

I think I saw thousands of acres of land in Cornwall, which might, by persevering toil, be brought into a state of husbandry. I lament to see a fine British population, dwindled by expatriation, when they might here, as well as in Australasia. or elsewhere, exercise their industry, and remain domiciled. Surely, with an encouraging boon from government, equal to the apportionable expense of their expatriation, those individuals who are now by hundreds, bidding adieu to their native shores, might bring allotments of soil in their native land, to a fruitful state. We are leaving a great part of Britain in a sterile condition, and weakening our country by emigration. We are squabbling about corn laws, and the propriety of having a free trade with foreign markets, in corn, the staff of life; whilst we have thousands of acres, lying barren and waste, whose cultivation would fill the bread-basket of

every poor British subject; and enable us to astonish the natives of other countries, by offering them our own grain at a moderate price. I anticipate with sanguine hope, the day when England's ports will be thrown open to foreign corn, and every thing else that can supply the necessities and promote the comfort of my fellow-men; but I cannot choose but grieve, that this independent course, of cultivating all our own improveable land, is not adopted.

When a fierce war breaks out, which God forefend, there will, no doubt, always be plenty of officers to wear swords and epaulettes, and hold commissions;

"But a bold peasantry, her country's pride.

When once destroyed, can never be supplied." I observed in Cornwall that there abounds a very fine breed of the tame goose; the quantity of heath, no doubt, enabling the cottagers to keep them at little expense. They are sold at five-pence half-penny and sixpence the pound. There are also very fine pigs, of which almost all the cottagers

have one or two. At Sennon, one mile and a half from Land's End, are several farms, and in their locality, there is a good deal of arable land; but close to the coast are nothing but downs, as is usual, in all these high and exposed shores.

I now reached "the last inn in England," which, when you read the counter side of the sign board, you find called the "first inn in England," and so it is; for, when returning from Land's End, you approach this inn before any other. Here I breakfasted, and rested.

CHAPTER IX.

"Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,

Secure, insensible ;

A point of time,-a moment's space,

Removes me * * *

WESLEY, 59.

AFTER walking a mile and a half, I reached

LAND'S END;

and sat down on a protuberant block of granite, close to a precipice, overhanging the multangular rocks, which form an impenetrable barrier against the raging tides of the mighty waters. From the southwest to the north-east, I enjoyed an unimpeded view of oceanic expanse; the waters of St. George's channel, rolling on the