On our way towards St. Austell we passed some very interesting places to the right and left of our road, and had some fine views of the sea.  Presently we arrived at a considerable village inhabited by miners, the name of which we did not know until my brother, who was walking with a miner in the rear, suddenly called to me, and pointing to a name on a board, said:  “See where we’ve got to!” When my brother called out the name of the place, I heard a man shout from across the road in a triumphant tone of voice, “Yes, you’re in it now, sir!” and sure enough we had arrived at St. Blazey, a rather queer name, we thought, for a place called after a saint!  But, unlike the people of Fowey, the inhabitants seemed quite satisfied with their saint, and indeed rather proud of him than otherwise.  Asked where we could get some coffee and something to eat, the quarryman to whom my brother had been talking directed us to a temperance house near at hand, where we were well served.  We were rather surprised at the number of people who came in after us at intervals, but it appeared afterwards that my brother had incidentally told the man with whom he was walking about our long journey, and that we had walked about 1,300 miles.  The news had circulated rapidly about the village, and we eventually found ourselves the centre of a crowd anxious to see us, and ask questions.  They seemed quite a homely, steady class of men, and gave us a Cornish welcome and a Cornish cheer as we left the village.

[Illustration:  SARCOPHAGUS OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON IN THE CRYPT OF ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL.]

Just before reaching St. Blazey, however, we walked a short distance up a very charming little valley, which has been described as a paradise of ferns, wooden glades, and granite boulders, and possesses some of the finest landscapes in the district, with the ground in springtime azure with wild hyacinths.  Some of the finest ferns grew in profusion in this glen, including the “Osmunda regalis” and the graceful lady fern; but, fortunately for the ferns, much of the valley passed through private grounds, and the pretty Carmears waterfall could only be seen on certain days.

The parish church of Luxulyan, after which village the valley was named, stood at the head of the glen, and as the people of Cornwall had so many saints, they had been able to spare two of them for Luxulyan, so that the church was dedicated conjointly to St. Cyricus and St. Julitta, while the name of a third was said to be concealed in the modern name of the village, St. Suhan, a saint who also appeared in Wales and Brittany.  The name of the village well was St. Cyricus, which probably accounted for the name appearing the first in the dedication of the church.  The church tower at one time contained the Cornish Stannary Records, but in the time of the Civil War they had been removed for greater safety to Lostwithiel, where they were unfortunately destroyed.  There were many ancient and disused tin workings in the