In the parish of Bootle is a small inlet of the sea, called Selker's Bay, where the neighbouring people say, that in calm weather the sunken remains of several small vessels or galleys can be seen, which are traditionally stated to have been sunk and left there on some great invasion of the northern parts of this island, by the Romans, or the colonizing Northmen. Various circles of standing stones, or what are generally called Druidical remains, lie scattered about the vicinity of Black Combe near the sea shore: several indicating by their name the popular tradition associated with them, to which the inhabitants around attach implicit credence, the spot beneath which lie the ruins of a church that sank on a sudden, with the minister and all the congregation within its walls. Hence, they say, the name Kirk-Sank-ton, Kirk-Sunken, Kirk-Sinking, and Sunken Kirks. THE RAVEN ON KERNAL CRAG. A Raven alighted on Kernal Rock Amid thunder's roar and earthquake's shock. O'er the tumbling crags he rolled his eye Round valley and lake, and hills and sky. 'Twas a gloomy world. He settled his head Close into his shoulders and meekly said-- "Poor Raven!" The Raven on Kernal Crag grew old: A human voice up the valley rolled. Bel was worshipp'd on mountain brows: Men made huts of the forest boughs: And wrapt in skins in ambush lay At the base of his crag, and seized their prey. An old Raven. The Raven sat in his purple cloke. A Roman column the silence broke. He had watched the eagles around him fly: He saw them perched on spears go by. The legions marched from hill to hill. He settled his feathers; and all was still-- Still was the Raven. The Raven was thinking, on Kernal Stone. The hammers of Thor he heard them groan: Regin, and Korni, and Lodinn, and Bor, Clearing the forests from fell to shore; With Odin's bird on their banner upraised. And he quietly said as he downward gazed-- "A Raven!" The Raven on Kernal was musing still. King Dunmail's hosts went up the hill, In the narrow Pass, to their final fall. With an iron gaze he followed them all; Till, piled the cairn of mighty stones, Was heaped the Raise o'er Dunmail's bones. Ha! hungry Raven! The Raven on Kernal saw, in a trance, Knights with gorgeous banner and lance, Castles, and towers, and ladies fair. Music floating high on the air Reached his nest on Kernal's Steep, And broke the spell of his solemn sleep. A lonely Raven.