At the end of twenty-one years it happened that he spent the summer with his family at an house which he possessed on the sea coast in Cornwall.

It was at no great distance from a cliff which overhung the ocean, and rose into the air to a great height.

The summit was level and secure, and easily ascended on the land side.

The company frequently repaired hither in clear weather, invited by its pure airs and extensive prospects.

One evening in June my father, with his wife and some friends, chanced to be on this spot.