. Leaves from the journal of our life in the Highlands, from 1848 to 1861. To which are prefixed and added extracts from the same journal giving an account of earlier visits to Scotland, and tours in England and Ireland, and yachting excursions. d Falmouth Harhow^ where we were immediately-surrounded by boats. The evening was beautiful and thesea as smooth as glass, and without even a ripple. Thecalmest night possible, with a beautiful moon, when wewent on deck ; every now and then the splashing of oarsand the hum of voices were heard; but they were theonly sounds, unlike the constant dashing
. Leaves from the journal of our life in the Highlands, from 1848 to 1861. To which are prefixed and added extracts from the same journal giving an account of earlier visits to Scotland, and tours in England and Ireland, and yachting excursions. d Falmouth Harhow^ where we were immediately-surrounded by boats. The evening was beautiful and thesea as smooth as glass, and without even a ripple. Thecalmest night possible, with a beautiful moon, when wewent on deck ; every now and then the splashing of oarsand the hum of voices were heard; but they were theonly sounds, unlike the constant dashing of the seaagainst the vessel, which we heard all the time we wereat Jersey, Moiinfs Bay, Cornwall, Saturday, September eight oclock we left Falmouth and proceeded alongthe coast of Corjiwall, which becomes bold and ruggedbeyond the Lizard Point and as one approaches Land^sEfid. At about twelve we passed Land^s End, whichis very fine and rocky, the view from thence openingbeautifully. We passed quite close by the Longships,some rocks on which stands a lighthouse. The sea wasunusually smooth for the Lands End. We went beyonda point w*ith some rocks near it, called The Brisons, andthen steamed back; the famous Botallack mine lies A little before two we landed in this beautiful Moiinfs,Bay, close below St. MichaeVs Mount, which is very the bay first opened to our view the sun was ( 20S ) lighting up this beautiful castle, so peculiarly built on alofty rock, and which forms an island at high water. In entering the bay we passed the small village ofMousehole and the town of Penzance^ which is prettilysituated, about one mile and a half from St, MichaePsMount. The day brightened just as we arrived, and thesea again became so blue. Soon after our arrival wt anchored; the crowd ofboats w^as beyond everything; numbers of Cornishpilchard fishermen, in their curious large boats, keptgoing round and round, and then anchored, besidesmany other boats full of people. The
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