“Belgia me Birth, Britain me Breeding gave, Cornwall a Wife, ten children and a grave.” Paul’s, dedicated to S. Paul of Leon, brother of S. Wulvella of Gulval, has a good tower, and several points of interest. Here was buried, 1778, Dolly Pentreath, the last person able to converse in the old Cornish language. Pentreath was her maiden name. She was married to a man of the name of Jeffery. It is still the custom in the villages of Mousehole and Newlyn for women to be called by their maiden names after marriage; indeed, there are some instances in which the husband goes by the maiden name of his wife, when his individuality disappears under her more pronounced personality. Such would doubtless be the case in the following instance I quote from the _Cornish Magazine_:-- _Girl_ (selling papers): “If you please, sir, do you want a _’Ome Companion_?” _Householder_ (at door): “No, thank’ee, my dear. I got wan.” _Girl_: “_’Ome Chat_, sir?” _Householder_: “_’Ome Chat!_” (throws open the door). “Here, just come fore and listen for yourself. Hark to her a bellerin’ in the back kitchen.” Or in such a case as this. Pasco Polglaze was henpecked. He opened his heart to Uncle Zackie at the “Dog and Pheasant.” “Now, look here,” said Uncle Zackie, “you be a man and show yourself maister in your own ’ouse, You go ’ome and snap your vingers in the missus’ vaice, and sit down on the table. I’ll come in two minutes after and see your triumph--you maister and all.” “Right,” said Pasco, and went home. But when he had snapped his fingers under the nose of his wife she took the poker at him, and he took refuge under the table. Tap! tap! at the door. “Come out from under there,” said Susan, his wife. Then Pasco lifted up his voice and sang out as loud as thunder, “No, Sue! no, I want come out from under the table. I’ll stick where I be; for all you say, I’ll show Uncle Zackie as I’ll be maister in my own house.” In 1768 the Hon. Daines Barrington visited Cornwall to ascertain whether the Cornish language had entirely died out or not, and in a letter written to John Lloyd a few years after he gives the result of his journey, and in it refers to Dolly Pentreath:--