part of the parish, to visit a ruin situated in a wild
and remote spot, which possessed some degree of historical
interest. In the evening I decided on returning
by the coast in order to vary my route. The day
had been clear and sultry, and though the wind blew
fresh from the southward, yet its refreshing influence
seemed exhausted by the intense heat of the sun.
In my progress along shore, though it was getting late,
and I was somewhat fatigued, I could not resist the
opportunity of exploring a sort of natural opening
or cove in a part of the coast where the cliffs were
unusually precipitous; affording the geologist the
highest gratification; you were reminded indeed of
the flat surface of a stone wall in many parts, which
effect the regular stratification of the rocks contributed
to produce; and it required no great stretch of fancy
to imagine it one vast fortification, with loop-holes
at regular intervals—at a short distance
from seaward certainly it would be difficult to divest
a stranger of the idea that it was something artificial.
Two high points of rock contracting at their extremities
in a circular direction so as almost to meet, ran
into the sandy beach, and you found on advancing beyond
the narrow entrance, a considerable space, which gradually
extended to something like an oblong square, with a
sandy bottom everywhere, surrounded by the same lofty
cliffs which composed the adjacent coast. I was
much surprised that I had never heard of this place
before; it had apparently been more the effect of some
natural convulsion than of the encroachment of the
sea, and at the further end was a high mass of shingles,
seaweed, and fragments of rock packed closely together
by the tide. On examination I discovered, about
the centre of the shingles, a large stone cross, carved
out of a projecting part near the base of the cliff.
It bore simply the initials W.D. and though the surrounding
rocks were thickly covered with seaweed and barnacles,
yet the cross itself was perfectly clean, and bore
marks of recent care. Some singular event had
evidently occurred in this retired and desolate place.
I loitered a considerable time in musing and examining
the spot, regardless of the whining and uneasiness
of my Newfoundland dog, Retriever, when I was suddenly
and fully aroused by the sharp echo and plashing of
the tide against the rock, within the entrance of
the cove. I now recollected with alarm that it
was a spring flood, and that I had heard the tide
sets in on this part of the coast with extraordinary
velocity. I ran hastily forward, expecting to
escape with a mere wetting, along the base of the
rocks to an opening which I had passed about half
a mile to the westward. I had just grounds of
alarm. The mouth of the cove as I have already
stated, extended some way abruptly into the beach.
On wading to its extremity I found the tide already
breaking in impetuous surf towards the foot of the
cliffs, and it was now so far advanced as to preclude
any hope of escape from that quarter; for the sands