Bathe, truly! with the sea ever dashing against the side, and roaring and reverberating with deafening echo.
On a granite slab, fixed in the side of the rock at the bottom of the first descent is an inscription.

Time has very much effaced the letters, but by the aid of Mr.C.'s memory, we succeeded in deciphering them.
They will serve as the hundred and first exemplification of the Bonapartean maxim--"There is but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous." "In this remote, and hoarse resounding place, Which billows clash, and craggy cliffs embrace, These babbling springs amid such horrors rise, But armed with virtue, horrors we despise.
Bathe undismayed, nor dread the impending rock, 'Tis virtue shields us from each adverse shock.
GENIO LOCI SACRUM POSUIT J.R.
MARTIS MENSE 1769" From the "Crane," which is the name given to that section of the country in which the "Horse" is situated, we bent our way in a southerly direction to the Ridge estate, which was about eight miles distant, where we had engaged to dine.

On the way we passed an estate which had just been on fire.

The apprentices, fearing lest their houses should be burnt, had carried away all the moveables from them, and deposited them in separate heaps, on a newly ploughed field.

The very doors and window shutters had been torn off and carried into the field, several acres of which were strewed over with piles of such furniture.