The name of the village was Sennen, and near the church was a large stone 8 feet long and 3 feet wide, said to have been the table-stone at which seven Saxon kings once dined.  An old historian gave their names as Ethelbert V, King of Kent; Cissa II, King of the South Saxons; Kinigils, King of the West Saxons; Sebert, King of Essex or the East Saxons; Ethelfred, King of Northumbria; Penda, King of Mercia; and Sigebert V, King of East Anglia.  It was also supposed that King Alfred had on one occasion dined at the same stone after defeating the Danes at Vellandruacher.

The mile or so of moorland over which we now walked to the Land’s End must have looked very beautiful earlier in the year, as the gorse or furze was mingled with several varieties of heather which had displayed large bell-formed blooms of various colours, and there had been other flowers in addition.  Even at this late period of the year sufficient combination of colour remained to give us an idea how beautiful it must have appeared when at its best.  From some distance away we could see the whitewashed wall of a house displaying in large black letters the words:  “THE FIRST AND LAST HOUSE IN ENGLAND,” and this we found to be an inn.  Here we were practically at the end of our walk of 1,372 miles, which had extended over a period of nine weeks.  We had passed through many dangers and hardships, and a feeling of thankfulness to the Almighty was not wanting on our part as we found ourselves at the end.  We had still to cross a narrow neck of land which was just wide enough at the top for a footpath, while almost immediately below we could hear the sea thundering on each side of us.  As we cautiously walked across in single file our thoughts were running on the many Cornish saints in whose footsteps we might now be treading, and on King Arthur and the Giant Tregeagle, when our friend, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and told us we were now on the spot where Charles Wesley stood when he composed a memorable verse which still appeared in one of his hymns: 

  Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
  ’Twixt two unbounded seas I stand
    Secure, insensible;
  A point of time, a moment’s space,
  Removes me to that heavenly place
    Or shuts me up in hell.

As we were crossing the narrow path we had not thought of the Wesleys as being amongst the Cornish saints; but where was there a greater saint than John Wesley? and how much does Cornwall owe to him!  He laboured there abundantly, and laid low the shades of the giants and the saints whom the Cornish people almost worshipped before he came amongst them, and in the place of these shadows he planted the better faith of a simple and true religion, undefiled and that fadeth not away!