Quit the bustle of the Bay, Hasten, Virgins, come away; Hasten to the mountain's brow, Leave, oh! leave St. Ives below! Haste to breathe a purer air Virgins fair, and pure as fair. Quit St. Ives and all her treasures, Fly her soft voluptuous pleasures, Fly her sons and all the wiles, Lurking in their wanton smiles; Fly her splendid midnight halls, Fly the revels of her Balls; Fly, oh! fly the chosen seat, Where vanity and fashion meet. Hither hasten; form the ring, Round the tomb in chorus sing, And on the lofty mountain's brow Aptly dite, (Just as we should be, all in white) Leave all our _Cowels_,[146] and our cares below. FOOTNOTES: [142] _Aunts and Uncles._ A Cornish epithet indiscriminately applied to elderly persons. [143] _One and All_ is the Cornish motto. [144] Common fish at St. Ives. [145] St. Ives abounds with a fish called a _Hake_. [146] See the explanation of this term at page 34. A CORNISH DIALOGUE Between GRACE PENVEAR and MARY TREVISKEY. GREACEY. Fath and Trath than! I bleeve in ten Parishes round Sichey Roag, sichey Vellan es nat to ba found. MALLY. Whoats' tha' fussing, Un Greacey! long wetha Cheel Vean? GREACEY. A fussing a ketha! oads splet 'es ould breane! Our Martn's cum'd hum cheeld so drunk as a beast, And so cross as the Gallish from Perran-zan feaast: A cum'd in a tottering, cussing, and sweering So hard as a Stompses, and tarving and teering! MALLY. Naver meynd et un Greacey, goa, poat en to bed Al sleep ale tha lecker aweay froam es head. GREACEY. I'd nat goa a neest en to fang tha Kings Crown, For a sweers ef I speek to'an al cleev ma skuel down: Tha navar en ale tha boarn daeys, fath and shoar, Dedst behould sichey Maze-gerry Pattick a foar. Why, a scat ale to Midjans and Jowds for the noans, A clom Buzza of scale melk about on tha scoans. And a raak'd up a showl for to steeve ma' outright, But I'm run'd awaey, readdy to feyntey for freyt! Loard! tell ma un Mally! whaat shall Ey do by 'an? For Zoundtikins Deth! Ey'm a fear'd to cum ny'an. MALLY. I know whoat Ey'd gee'an ef so bee 'twor my case, Ey'd scat tha ould Chacks aa'n; Ey'd trem 'an un Greace. GREACEY. Ey'm afeard o'my leyf to coam ny tha ould Vellan, Else pleas faather! Ey bleeve Ey shu'd murely kill 'an. Wor ever poor creychar so baal'd and aboos'd, Ma heep here leyke bazzom, tha Roag have a bruis'd. Ey mad for 'es sopar a Muggety Pye, But a shaan't clunk a croom a'te Ey wish Ey meay die! MALLY.