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A Drive to the Land’s End. 293 Lizard Point along the brow of the cliffs was delightful and exhilarat- ing: a succession of scrambling up and down the hills and undulations : whilst the fresh pure air from the sea blew with a feeling of life and health. Here and there a rent in the rocks exposed their ,rough, jagged edges running in steep precipices down to the sand. At one point the guide turned, and indicating a distant rock, asked if I could detect in it a likeness to anyone. It was the most perfect fac-simile of Lord Brougham. At the Lizard Point, the guide left me to find my way alone down the cliffs, whilst he went off in search of Z. The descent was steep and once or twice I narrowly escaped reaching the bottom more quickly than pleasantly. But, once on the flat sand, it was impossible to avoid confessing that the scene was beautiful, and, in a measure, erand. Looking down upon the rocks from a height, and looking up ROCK NEAR TOL PEDN PENWITH. at them from the depths, gave very distinct and separate impressions. The form of the rocks was varied and eccentric ; in some places great boulders had proclaimed their independence by detaching themselves from the main land, and jutting out into the sea. This added much to the effect of the whole. The colour of the water in shore was an exquisite pale green, of that peculiar transparency which is so marked a feature on this coast; except in spots where a large bunch of sea- weed, otherwise invisible, turned the surface into a ring of deep, dark, liquid purple. Seagulls were flying about and screaming, with their peculiar, plaintive cry, as if they feared an enemy was about to invade their lonely habitation. Now and then a cormorant detached itself from the flock, and flew screaming over the water, cutting the air with his long, black neck. | | | At length the guide reappeared, piloting Z. down the rough cutting, too steep and narrow to admit a carriage. ‘Then we visited the rocks and caves; all of which have distinguishing names, such as Kitchen, EORMNICLIOOKS. EO am