The reason why Mawes settled where he did was probably this. His disciple, Tudy, was a cousin of S. Wenn, who was queen, the wife of Selyf, or Salomon, and Tudy doubtless advised his master to go to Cornwall, and see whether his kinsfolk would do something for them. However, Mawes does not seem to have been long satisfied with his entertainment, for he crossed into Brittany, where he died. The holy well of S. Mawes is immediately opposite the post office, and supplies the place with drinking water. The pointed arched door is walled up, and two ugly ventilating shafts have been inserted to keep the air sweet above the spring. From the land side, the castle of S. Mawes is a picturesque object. One of the main charms of Falmouth and its neighbourhood is the climate. Sharp frosts are almost unknown, the mild and balmy air is wonderfully even in temperature, and the marvellous gardens of Enys show delicate kinds of rhododendron--elsewhere growing in greenhouses--luxuriating in the open air. The climate is that of the lotus-eaters, pleasant but enervating. "Propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly) With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill-- Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, Only to hear were sweet, stretch'd out beneath the pine. * * * * * "Let us swear an oath, and keep it with equal mind, In the hollow lotus-land to live, and lie reclined On the hills like gods together, careless of mankind." And there are good hotels at Falmouth where the lotus-eaters may do this. Finally, a story of S. Just. He left Cornwall and settled in North Brittany, at Plestin, but left it for a pilgrimage. On his return he found his cell occupied by an Irish chief, S. Efflam, who had settled into it to follow a religious life. Whose should the cell be? "Let us sit down," said Just, "and he on whom the sun first falls, his the cell shall be." So they sat down. The golden streak through the little window travelled on, as the sun declined, and lighted up the face of Efflam. Just rose and departed, but surely bore away on his face the radiance of Charity, not on face only, but also in his heart. ---------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER XV. NEWQUAY Mr. Austin Treffry--The sands--Cliff-castles--Castel-an-Dinas--The Gannel--S. Carantock--Newlyn--Perranzabuloe--Church of S. Piran--History--Roche--S. Denis--Columb Major and Minor--S. Agnes--The Cornish rotten boroughs--How they passed away from the Crown--Mitchell--The town hall--Kit Hawkins--Trerice--Lanherne--Church--William Noye--S. Mawgan--The educator--The early missionaries.