On the other hand we find, amidst the rocks of the s and the hills, numerous devil's coits, plenty of devil's steps, with devil's bellows, devil's frying-pans, devil's of and devil's caves in abundance. Of course, on Dartmoor, the devil remained in Devonshire, we might expect to such evidences of his presence. The devil's frying-pa Mistor is well known, and nearly every granite tor pres some impression of this melancholy wandering wicked o KING ARTHUR'S STONE. N the western part of Cornwall, all the marks of any I giants or the devil. In the eastern part of the county markings are almost always attributed to Arthur. No from the Devil's Coit is St Columb, on the edge of the moor, there is a large stone, upon which are deeply pressed marks, which a little fancy may convert into marks of four horse-shoes. This is "King Arthur's St and these marks were made by the horse upon which British king rode when he resided at Castle Denis, hunted on these moors. King Arthur's beds, and ch and caves, are frequently to be met with. The Gi Coits, and many traditions of these will be found in section devoted to the giant romances, are probably m ments of the earliest types of rock mythology. Arthur belong to the period when the Britons were s advanced in civilisation as to war under experienced ru and those which are appropriated by the devil are evide instances of the influence of priestcraft on the minds o impressible people.* Thos * Another example of like stories in Wales may be interesting: "Five juvenile saints, on their pilgrimage to the celebrated shri A THE COCK-CROW STONE. ROCK of white marble (?) with many rock basins on its surface lies in Looe harbour, under Saunder's Lane, and is now covered by every tide. This stone once stood on the top of an elevated rock near it, and when in this position, whenever it heard a cock crow in the neighbouring farm-yard of Hay, it turned round three times. The topmost stone of that curious pile of rocks in the parish of St Cleer, known as the Cheesewring, is gifted in like manner. Even now the poultry-yards are very distant, but in ancient days the cocks must have crowed most lustily, to have produced vibrations on either the sensitive rock or the tympanum of man. St David, emaciated with hunger, and exhausted with fatigue, here reclined themselves to rest, and reposed their weary heads on this ponderous pillow; their eyes were soon closed by the powerful hand of sleep, and they were no longer able to resist, by the force of prayer, the artifices of their foes. The sky was suddenly overwhelmed with clouds-the thunder rolled-the lightning flashed, and the rain poured in torrents. The storm increased in vehemence; all nature became chilled with cold, and even Piety and Charity felt its effects. The drops of rain were soon congealed into enormous hailstones, which, by the force of the wind, were driven with so much violence against the heads of the weary pilgrims as to affix them to their pillow, and the vestiges they left are still discernible. Being borne away in triumph by the malignant sorcerer who inhabits the hollows of these hills, they were concealed in the innermost recesses of his cavern, where they are destined to remain asleep, bound in the irrefragable chain of enchantment until that happy period shall arrive when the diocese shall be blessed with a pious bishop, for when that happens, no doubt Merlin himself, the enemy of malignant sorcerers, will be disenchanted, and he will come and restore to liberty the dormant saints, when they will immediately engage in the patriotic work of reforming the Welsh."-From the English Works of the late Rev. Eleazor Williams, quoted by Warington W. Smyth, M.A. Memoirs of the Geological Survey, vol. i. p. 480. LOST CITIES. "Between Land's-End and Scilly rocks Sunk lies a town that ocean mocks. Where breathes the man that would not weep -Historical Records of Ancient Cornwall.-THOMAS HOGG. ROMANCES OF LOST CITIES. T LOST LANDS. "And oh! how short are human schemes ! JONATHAN SWIFT. HE notion of cities and extensive tracts of culti vated country being under the waters of the ocean and of lakes appears to have existed from all time. In the "Arabian Nights" we have constant references to lands under the sea; and in the traditionary stories of all Celtic people the same idea presents itself in some form or other. Mr Campbell appears to confound stories of mermaids with those traditions which have their origin in actual physical changes. They appear to me to have little relation to each other.* In addition to the traditions given of large tracts of land which have been lost in the sea, I have given those which relate to cities, or towns, or churches which have been buried in the sands. These traditions are of the same general character. This subject deserves a much more careful investigation than it has yet received. I hope simply to draw attention to * See West Highland Tales, by J. F. Campbell. Vol. iii. p. 410. the subject, and to shew that those dim traditions point to some buried truth. They are like the buried lights which are supposed to indicate the resting-places of the dead. THE TRADITION OF THE LYONESSE OR LETHOWSOW. HOSE who may stand on the extreme point of the Land's the Atlantic mix with those of the British Channel, see in the far distance the Scilly Islands, will have to call upon. their imagination to conceive that these broad waters roll over a country which has existed within historic time. A region of extreme fertility, we are told, once united the Scilly Islands with Western Cornwall. A people, known as the Silures, inhabited this tract,-which has been called the Lyonesse, or sometimes Lethowsow,-who were remarkable for their industry and their piety. No less than 140 churches stood over that region, which is now a waste of waters; and the rocks called the Seven Stones are said to mark the place of a large city. Even tradition is silent on the character of this great cataclysm. We have only one hint and we know not its value-which appears to shew that the deluge was comparatively gradual. One of the ancestors of the Trevilians is said to have had time to remove his family and his cattle; but at last he had to fly himself with all the speed which a fleet horse could give him. From this it might appear that, though gradual at first, the waters, having broken down the barriers, burst over the whole at last with uncontrolled fury. A small, but very ancient, oratory, "Chapel Idne," or the "Narrow Chapel," formerly stood in Sennen Cove. It is said to have been founded by one Lord of Goonhilly, who owned a portion of the Lyonesse, on the occasion of his escape from the flood. By this war of |