A little to the north of Launcefton lies Werrington, an estate belonging to the Duke of Northumberland. The park contains many beautiful scenes, confifting of hanging lawns and woods, with a confiderable stream, the Aire, running through it. In fome parts, where the ground is high, the views are extensive. Many antiquarians fuppofe this to have been the feat of Orgar Earl of Devonshire, whose beautiful daughter, Elfrida, is the subject of one of the most affecting stories in the English history, and one of the pureft dramatic compofitions in the English language. Somewhere in this neighbourhood lived Thomafine Percival; at what time, I find not; but the ftory of this extraordinary woman is ftill current in the country. She was originally a poor girl, and being beautiful, had the fortune to marry a rich clothier, who dying early, left her a well-jointured widow. A second advantageous match, and a fecond widowhood, increased her jointure. Being yet in the bloom of youth and beauty, her third husband was Sir John Percival, a wealthy merchant of London, of which he was Lord Mayor. He also left left her a widow with a large acceffion of fortune. Poffeffed of this accumulated property fhe retired to her native country, where she spent her time and fortune altogether in works of generofity and charity. She repaired roads, built bridges, penfioned poor people, and portioned poor girls, fetting an example, which fhould never be forgotten among the extraordinary things of this country. From Launcefton we travelled as far into Cornwall as Bodmin, through a coarse naked country, and in all refpects as uninteresting as can well be conceived. Of wood, in every shape, it was utterly deftitute. Having heard that the country beyond Bodmin was exactly like what we had already paffed, we refolved to travel no farther in Cornwall; and instead of vifiting the Land's-end, as we had intended, we took the road to Lefcard, propofing to visit Plymouth in our return. An antiquarian, it is probable, might find more amusement in Cornwall than in almost any country in England. Even along the road we we faw ftones, and other objects, which feemed to bear marks both of curiosity and antiquity. Some of the stones appear plainly to be monumental: the famous Hurlers we did not fee. The naturalist also, the botanist, and the foffilift, especially the laft, might equally find Cornwall a country full of interefting objects. Here his fearch would be rewarded by a great variety of metals, foffils, ftones, pebbles, and earths. Here too the hiftorian might trace the various scenes of Druid rites, and of Roman and Danish power. Here also he might inveftigate fome of the capital actions of the civil wars of the last century; and follow the footsteps of Fairfax, Sir Beville Grenville, Lord Hopton, and other great commanders in the weft. The battle of Stratton, in which the laft of those generals commanded, was an action masterly enough to have added laurels to Cæfar, or the King of Pruffia. Indeed we could have wished to have gone a few miles farther to the north of this country, to have investigated the scene of this action. Lord Clarendon has defcribed it fo accurately, that it can hardly be mistaken. It was a hill, steep on all fides, bordering, if I understand him rightly, on |