The Blackmore country . THE WATERSLIDE, LANCOMBE (page 163). THE MOUTH OF THE LYN 177 Vain world, farewell! I must begone,I cannot longer stay ;My time is spent, my glass is run,Gods will I must obey. For when that Christ to judgment unto us will say,If we his laws observe and keep, Ye blessed, come away ! A friend of mine wrote to Blackmore respect-ing the harvest-song in Lorna Doone (chapterxxix.), being under the impression that it mightbe a true farmhouse ditty such as were commonuntil a comparatively recent date. The romancer,however, admitted that the composition was
The Blackmore country . THE WATERSLIDE, LANCOMBE (page 163). THE MOUTH OF THE LYN 177 Vain world, farewell! I must begone,I cannot longer stay ;My time is spent, my glass is run,Gods will I must obey. For when that Christ to judgment unto us will say,If we his laws observe and keep, Ye blessed, come away ! A friend of mine wrote to Blackmore respect-ing the harvest-song in Lorna Doone (chapterxxix.), being under the impression that it mightbe a true farmhouse ditty such as were commonuntil a comparatively recent date. The romancer,however, admitted that the composition was hisown. CHAPTER XII ROUND DUNKERY Wkst of Lee Abbey and Duty Point lies muchthat is interesting, but this is also true of thecountry to the east of Lynton. For themoment we mount the coach with the intentionof making a circuitous return to Dulverton. Thewriter does not forget his first experience of NorthDevon coaching. The placards showed fournoble steeds, full of fettle and the joy of life ; but galled jades would better have de
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