How different the feelings while traversing the magnificent summit of the Breakwater! There we behold the triumph of man, not over his fellow man, but over the fury of the elements. The achievement is marvellous, most impressively illustrating the power of the continued exercise of human toil and human skill. This prodigious work required the labour of two hundred men during the space of thirty-four years to construct, thereby creating a barrier which bids eternal defiance to the collective force of the most exasperated fury of the Atlantic. Here is created a haven of safety for the life and property of every nation in all future time!

The whole of these magnificent works, from first to last, were superintended by one individual-Mr. William Stuart— and on the completion of the lighthouse, in the summer of 1844, the assembled workmen, to the number of two hundred, presented him with a handsome silver salver, on which was inscribed the following appropriate inscription:-"Presented to William Stuart, Esq., Civil Engineer, M.I.C.E., Superintendent of the Plymouth Breakwater, by the Officers and Workmen of that Establishment, on the occasion of the completion of the Lighthouse, erected on the western end of the Breakwater; as a small token of grateful respect and esteem, after his connection with the undertaking for a period of more than thirty-two years.-1st June, 1844."

Ilfracombe, 81 miles from Plymouth, and 51 from Exeter, is a favourite watering place of the west, on the north coast of Devon. This sea-port, which was once of considerable importance, still carries on an extensive coasting trade. The scenery is exceedingly bold and romantic. Hillsborough Rock, which rises with a rugged outline upwards of 500 feet

above the level of the beach, bounds the harbour on the eastern side, and on the western is a smaller eminence, crested by a lighthouse, which is about 150 feet above low-water mark. Capstone Hill, Wildersmouth, the hot and cold baths at Crewkhorne, with the tunnel, and a range of delightful excursions to the romantic glades and coves in the vicinity, all contribute to increase the attractions of the town. The views comprise the Bristol Channel and the Welch coast. Hotels and libraries are plentifully distributed, and furnished houses and apartments are easily obtained, the rent of course varying according to the season. Conveyances afford the choice of transit between coach and packet; steam-boats running twice a week to Swansea and Bristol, and vans and coaches being in daily communication with Barnstaple and Exeter. The post-office is near the harbour. Letters from London are delivered at 11 25 a.m.; box closing, 2 35 p.m.

Bude-a small port and picturesque village in the northeastern extremity of Cornwall-has within the last half-dozen years risen to the dignity of a fashionable marine resort; to which distinction the excellent facilities it affords to bathers, and the picturesque scenery of its environs, have in a great measure contributed. The bed of the harbour, which is dry at low water, is composed of a fine bright yellow sand, chiefly consisting of small shells. The sea view is of a striking, bold, and sublime description-the rocks rising on every side to lofty broken elevations; and those who desire a sequestered and romantic retreat will find in Bude the very object of their wish. The Bude Canal was commenced in 1819, and completed in 1826, at a cost of £128,000. It terminates within three miles of Launceston, forming an internal communication through Devon and Cornwall of nearly forty miles. Bude is

fifty-two miles from Exeter, whence a coach runs three times a week through Crediton, Bow, Hatherleigh, Holsworthy, and Stratton. Letters delivered, 1 20 p.m.; box closes, 8 45 p.m.

Weston-super-Mare has the advantage of being very acces sible from Bristol, Bath, Exeter, and other towns on the line of the Great Western Railway, as a short branch line of a mile from the station leads up to the very centre of the town. Weston has none of the picturesqueness arising from old streets and buildings, but situated on the margin of Uphill Bay, near the Bristol Channel, it possesses the usual attractions of a neat watering place, having within the last ten years become considerably enlarged and frequented. The receding of the tide leaves a disfiguring bank of mud along the beach, which is a great drawback to the enjoyment of bathing; but a good market, numerous shops, and a delightful neighbourhood for rambling, present some counterbalancing advantages. Worle Hill is one of the pleasantest spots that a tourist could desire to meet with. In traversing the northern or sea side of the hill, the path lies, most of the way, through a copse of young fir trees, presenting occasional openings of the Channel and the rocky coast beyond. Towards the eastern end of the hill beautiful prospects are unfolded over a large and richly cultivated plain, extending to Woodspring Priory and Clevedon, with two or three churches standing up amid the elms and ashes. The nearest of these is Kewstoke Church, situated on the slope of Worle Hill itself. It derives its name from St. Kew, who once formed his cell upon the bleak hill top. From the church a craggy track, called the Pass of St. Kew, consisting of a hundred natural and artificial steps, leads over the hill to the village of Milton on the opposite side, and these are said to have been worn by the feet of the pious

recluse, as he daily went to perform his devotions at the church which then occupied the same spot as it does at present. The ruins of the Priory at Woodspring are of considerable extent, and very picturesque, situated in a very solitary position at the farther end of a wide marshy but cultivated flat; they are divided from the sea by a narrow ridge of rocks, called Swallow Cliffs, quite out of the way of any frequented road. Crossing the broad mossy top of Worle Hill we can descend upon the village of Worle, which is prettily situated on the southern slope of the hill, and commands a delightful view over the richly cultivated flat to the range of the Mendip Hills. In short, the inducements to prolong a visit to Weston will be found principally to arise from the charming localities by which it is surrounded. The climate is bracing, and the air very salubrious. The postal arrangements are-Letters delivered 10 a.m.; box for London closing 4 p.m.

TORQUAY.

MONGST the mysteries of modern movements may be fairly ranked the rapidity with which a morning lounger along the dark narrow thoroughfares of the city may transport

himself into an afternoon promenade on the glittering sun-lit sands of a freshening watering-place on the coast of Devon. He who, at ten o'clock, a.m., has just dispatched his basin of mock-turtle at Birch's in Cornhill, may, if he make good use of the facilities afforded him by the Great Western, and its lineal descendant, the South Devon Railway, be in excellent time for a cup of coffee by twilight at Hearder's family hotel,