by that Lord; which I most strictly observed, as if obliged by a religious vow, till Divine Providence called me to a more active life."

What is called Bushell's House, now ruinous, consists only of one narrow entrance, and an adjoining room, probably a bed-chamber, with a recess about three feet wide and six deep, wherein it is supposed his bed was placed. This building is situated upon the highest ground in the island, and within a few yards of a rugged cliff nearly perpendicular.

The two rocks of the Stack are of a triangu lar shape, of the computed height of one hundred feet, and base of sixty feet. They are ten or fifteen yards from the bottom of the cliff, with deep water intervening. Off the south-east shore is the Eye or Borough, a large mass of rock, half as high again as the Stack, with steep rugged sides, accessible only at one part, and there with difficulty, and the only place where rabbits are not visible. On the top is a place called Bushell's Grave; but thought by some to have been intended for a hiding place. It is an excavation of the rock, in the form of a cross, each of the two longitudinal cavities being about six feet long, three wide, and two deep. Im

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mediately at the edge of the cavities is a wall of stone and mortar, two feet high, except at the southern, western, and eastern ends, which were left open perhaps for ingress, egress, observation, and the admission of light. The whole is covered with slate -and mortar. Salt water is often to be found at the bottom, the consequence of the sea's breaking over the rock in stormy weather; and of the stone being too solid to admit its passage. The borough is joined to the Calf at low water; but at high water there are forty feet of intermediate sea.

The day which I spent on this retired but hospitable island, was the harvest-home, the meller of the Manks, a time of jubilee. The labourers had plenty of ale, and the master dealt out his excellent rum with a cautious, not sparing hand. Though of ten or twelve people all were merry, none was absolutely intoxicated. A dance in the barn concluded the festivity of the day and Mr. Gourlay conducted me to the opposite shore in his own boat.

Very near Port-Erin is Kirk Christ Rushen, so called, according to Chaloner, from being built on the side of a rushy bog." Of the church I know nothing worthy of remark. On

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a sun-dial, by the steps at the eastern entrance of the church-yard, is this motto:

"Horula dum quota sit

"Quæritur hora fugit."

Proceeding towards Balasalla, we enter the parish of Arbory, and immediately perceive the church on our left. The name is said by Chaloner to be derived from the number of trees, "arbour-like," which formerly surrounded the church-yard. None of them remain. Here is a vertical monument of Poolvash limestone, a frequent material for this purpose, thus commemorating Mr. Stevenson :

Coat of Arms.

This monument was erected by Mrs. Alice Stevenson to the memory of her son.

Here lie the remains of Richard

Ambrose Stevenson, Esq. who departed

this life, February 27, 1773, aged 30

years.

"Adieu blest shade; oh! cease to mourn;

Nor strive to wake the silent urn.
Rather each care, each thought employ

To meet thee in the realms of joy.”

Surrounding iron rails keep the people at a respectable distance.

Westward of the church is the little village of Colby.

Continuing our journey, the next object of attention is South Barrule. The direct way to it from Castletown or Peel is along the mountain road between the towns, and the ascent may be made on horse-back or on foot. The view from its summit is nearly equal to that from Snawfel. Of Ireland, may be discerned the Arklow mountains, the high point of land on this side the bay of Carlingford, and the hills behind Strangford; of Wales, the towering Snowdon, Great Orm's Head, and other mountains: of England, part of the coast of Cumberland and of Scotland, all the high land between Dumfries and Port Patrick. Of nearer scenery is the Calf, the mountains to the north-east obscuring part of the English coast, and a concentrated view of the chief part of the Isle of Man.

On the side of the road, opposite this mountain, are the abandoned lead mines of Foxdale. Further, on the left, is a mountain torrent tumbling down a rock of the height of about forty feet, nearly perpendicular, and of twenty or thirty oblique. A few ash trees, chiefly at the bottom, improve the scenery.

Having crossed a bridge we take the first cross road on our left, leaving St. John's and the Tynwald mount for a future visit. At the end of three miles and a half we arrive at Kirk Patrick, erected in the year 1710. This building, with many others, is owing to the religious zeal and exertions of Bishop Wilson. Besides a hundred pounds towards bettering the endowment, he gave a pulpit, reading-desk, clerk's seat, communion-table, carpet and rails.

Not far off is the valley of Clanmy, now called Glenmay. This is the prettiest spot upon the island, and a most delightful one. It is, as its name imports, a glen, with deep, rocky, woody banks; in some places nearly perpendicular, terminated by a rivulet murmuring over the rocks, and, in one place, forming a cascade. The scenery here is highly romantic. The ground is well covered with the chesnut, the hazel, and the ash, apparently all planted. The northern bank is a perpendicular rock, of the height of sixty feet, here and there making its appearance through a covering of luxuriant ivy at the top and bottom the holly flourishes. The southern bank, though not perpendicular, is very steep and well wooded. The valley winds