This little volume has been republished, at the earnest solicitation of numerous friends and applicants, and with such additions and improvements as the present extended state of information appeared to render necessary. In obeying this call, the author trusts that he may, in some degree, remove the prejudice to which the carelessness of his provincial compositor must, on the former occasion, have exposed the work. Since the publication of the first Edition, Penzance , and the District of the Mo

Between Dr. A.—a Physician, and Mr. B.—an Invalid, on the comparative merits of different Climates, as places of Winter residence. Mr. B. —In a conversation which we held together in the early part of the summer, you will remember the promise you then gave of affording me such advice, relative to the choice of a winter's residence, as the declining state of my health might require. The autumn is now rapidly advancing, and I feel that no time should be lost in making such arrangements as may enab

We trust that our readers will find some amusement and relaxation, after the fatigue of their day's excursion, in the following Jeu d'Esprit , as originally written by an eye witness of the festivity; an institution which, adds the said writer, will go far to preserve the tone of the Cornish character, and which can never be neglected while the Cornish men continue to be brave, and the Cornish women to be virtuous. The celebration of the Games at Olympia, after the revolution of every four years

(Fuss) [a low cant word] a tumult, a bustle. Swift. (Un) Aunt—a title usually given to an elderly woman. (Vean) [Cornish for little] Cheel Vean—little Child. (Tarving) [a cant word] struggling, convulsions, Tarvings . (Fang) [Saxon] to gripe, receive, &c. Shakespear. (Maze-gerry Pattick) a mad brutish or frolicsome fool. (Midjans and Jouds) shreds and tatters. (Noans) [Nonce] on purpose. (Clom Buzza) a coarse earthen pot. (Scoans) the pavement. (Showl) a shovel. (Steeve) stave. (Scat) to

While nature slumbers in the shade, And Cynthia, cloth'd in paly light, Walks her lone way, the mount I tread, Majestic mid the gloom of night. With reverence to the lofty hill I bow, Where Wisdom, Virtue, taught their founts to flow. Wan, on yon rocks' aspiring steep Behold a Druid form, forlorn! I see the white rob'd phantom weep— I hear to heaven his wild harp mourn. The temples open'd to the vulgar eye; And Oaks departed, wake his inmost sigh. O! lover of the twilight hour, That calls thee f