A Word for my Native Place.—Should any of my readers ever be making a tour to the west of England, I venture to say they will be highly gratified with the grandeur of the prospect afforded them on “Raven Rock,” and other commanding points in that locality; and there are several high Tors, besides other places of attraction, in the neighbourhood of Ashburton, which will well repay the visitor.—E. E. Foot, London, 1867.
Some summer’s day, upon that rock—
A cliff, wherein the ravens flock,
List ye to the Dart,[16] below;
See the little rapids flow:—
From that proud stream no discords rise
No shipwrecks e’er bedim our eyes.
Oft have I[17] watch’d, thereon, its course,
(Astride the rock, as ’twere a horse,)