“Ah Whitaker, Cornubia’s proudest boast, Thou brightest gem that ever genius lost From her Tiara—must we then deplore Thy last farewell, to time’s immortal shore, Must we oppressed with unavailing grief, Seek, (where thou sought’st) but vainly seek relief, From fair philosophy; alas! too true, Oh wisdom’s pride, oh virtue’s child! adieu! Not even age that checks fond fancy’s flight, And whelms the genius in Lethean night, Could to thy powers one envious barrier raise, Or blast the laurel of thy well-earned praise; But like a cloudless morn, thy period passed, Bright with superior virtues to the last. When way-worn travellers, at day’s decline, See yon grand orb with matchless lustre shine, Urged by a sudden impulse of delight, Heedless they wander of approaching night: Till deeper shades o’erspread their devious way, And every pleasure vanishes with day. Then, Whitaker, true votaries of woe! Robb’d of thy lustre, whither shall we go, Go where we list—prophetic is the strain, We ne’er shall look upon thy like again.” From Tregony to Grampound the distance is about two miles, within half a mile of which, on the left, is the parish church called _Creed_, a neat embattled structure, pleasantly surrounded by foliage. Here, till very lately, as rector, lived the Rev. William Gregor, one whom fame will ever eulogize as a being of a superior order; he is well known as a very scientific gentleman, and was the intimate friend of Mr. Whitaker. In this parish is a capital modern-built house, with beautiful gardens and fish ponds, the residence of the Rev. George Moore. GRAMPOUND is remarkable as having been, till lately, one of the Borough-towns of the county.[11] It principally consists of one street, the houses having a decayed and mean appearance. Nearly in the centre stand a very antient _Chapel_, and _Market-house_: the former, now fast mouldering to decay, has a small septangular cross in front of it. Grampound contains, according to the late returns, 668 inhabitants, being an increase of only 67 during the last 20 years. Crossing an antient bridge over the Fal at the bottom of the town, from which its name is derived, the distance to Probus is two miles and a half, and within one mile of that village, on the left, is _Trewitham_, the seat of Sir Christopher Hawkins, Bart., M.P. It is a spacious mansion, commanding a number of diversified prospects; the interior is embellished with a few good paintings and portraits, and also contains a very valuable selection of books. Much praise is due to its owner, for his unwearied endeavours to promote the mining interests of the county. He is a scientific gentleman, and has written a small interesting Treatise on Tin, &c.