From the brow over St. Aubin’s the view is splendid, overlooking the now poor, yet neat and secluded little village town, its petty haven, and its castle. We are at the entrance of a richly wooded glen, leading up to the peninsular hill (on which stands a tolmen stone), that dips southward to _Noirmont_, a ridge formed of sienite, rose feldspar, and thallite, striated at the point; ay, and we may gather a wallet-full of ferns—and there is one very rare, if not quite unknown, in England, _gynogramma leptophylla_. We may creep round the secluded _Portelet_ Bay (enlivened by the Janerim towers or martello) from _Noirmont_ to _Point la Frette_, or descend from the brow to the broad bright bay of _St. Brelade’s_, divided by a red rock ledge into two; the cliffs and rocks come out in great splendour, and the out-crops of the sienite groups on the hills are in the finest style. One enormous mass of blocks is a perfect specimen of Titanic arrangement; it looks primeval, antediluvian. It is richly covered by grey and yellow lichen, and deeply festooned with ivy and clematis, amidst the most luxuriant variety of heath-flowers, pink and deep purple, blended with the bright golden pods and deep green of the mountain furze. Around it are the green tufts of the _protonoma_ moss and the _adiantum_, or maiden-hair fern, and myriads of the dwarf _rose d’amour_ are studding the turf, and amidst all this floral profusion green lizards are creeping stealthily, their eyelets sparkling like diamond points amid the leaves—a perfect study for a Pre-Raphaelite. From the hills we descend to the white _hard-soft_ sand around the crescent bay—it is a luxury to step on it. [Illustration: ST. BRELADE’S CHURCH] The gem of St. Brelade’s is its very quaint little church, the parish fane of St. Aubin’s. It is perched on the edge of the Rock cliff, overwashed by the waves at spring tide, and surrounded by tombs and slabs on the velvet turf, and spotted with cypress. It is of the æra of Henry I., 1111, one of the twenty-five erected at that period, and its history bears a very romantic legend. It was to have been built eastward of the bay, but the fairies of the sward removed from their realm the work and tools of the masons for three successive nights, and dropped them at St. Brelade’s; and at length the people, in a panic, yet warned and directed by this deposit, erected their church on the spot which the fairies had thus selected. On the walls of an antique chapel the form of Herod and the angel Gabriel are rudely figured, and on a scroll from the mouth of the Tetrarch is inscribed, “_Herod le Roy_,” and before him is the Saviour, bearing his cross. On the brow of _La Maye_ is the signal-post, and off the cove of _Beauport_ lie the _Aiguillons_ rocks, and off the south-west point the rock of _La Corbière_, its apex painted white for a sea-mark. From the downs the views are complete.