The coast is still bold, and there are tiny cascades on the runnels close by, and a ruined mill somewhat picturesque. It is on this northern coast that the scenic contrasts of the islet are so exquisitely displayed. Not far from the verge of a cliff 300 feet high, we are in a leafy dingle, and look over the waters unconscious of our height. Yonder, a mile off, are the _Pierres du lacq_ at low water; the front of Guernsey looming on the left, and Serk rearing its majestic wall of sienite on the right. [Illustration: GUERNSEY AND SERK, FROM JERSEY] The granite quarries of _Mount Mado_ are above the coast, and near the point of Belle Hogue there is a little _twin_ spring of water that is believed to cure blindness, age, and dumbness—and this is the legend of the wells. These little founts were the tears of two fairies—for fays feel like ordinary mortals.—Well, _Arna_ and _Aruna_ were wont to gambol and to chant around the rocks of _Belle Hogue_. They were at length sanctified, and wafted to heaven by an angel; but the love of their Channel home was still warm in their little bosoms, and once, musing in melancholy mood on the delights of their Belle Hogue, and fluttering with longing hearts directly over the enchanting spot, each dropped a tear of regret on the earth, and from them two little fountains were instantly playing up the sparkle of their crystal drops. From _Belle Hogue_ to the bold round block of _La Coupé_, the cliffs are of breccia, or pudding-stone; the rest is chiefly schist, with veins of porphyry, especially about St. Martin’s and Roselle. _Trinity_ lies about a mile from the shore. In the old manor house, the home of the Carterets, are still preserved the goblet, table, and gloves, presented by Charles II. The lord of this manor presents two drakes before the sovereign who may be dining in Jersey. Descending along a fine dingle, we open the wide bold bay of _Boullay_, the landing-place of Strozzi, the invader, in 1549. The panorama, enlivened by its beacon and its pier, is almost as beautiful as that of St. Brelade’s, and it is belted by very splendid cliffs and rocks of thallite, greenstone, and porphyry. Near _Le Nez du Guet_ are the Roman mound works of _La Petite Cæsare_. And now opens the little bay, _Havre de Roselle_, a beautiful rocky basin, bounded by Le Nez du Guet and _Le Couperose_, and spotted with three rocklets, and possessing a barrack. A fine rocky dingle, between lofty cliffs and fringed with wood, runs up into the land towards a Druidical _Poquelaye_ above Le Couperose and _La Coupé_ and the bay of _Fliquet_, with its tower. The road from Roselle to Gourey is scooped in the shore rock. Round the point of _Verclut_ opens the bay of _St. Catherine_ with its insular horns of rock, and one crowned by the tower of _Archirondel_. Then there is _St. Geoffrey’s rock_, from which in the olden time criminals were thrown into the sea. Roselle Manor and the ville of St. Martin’s lie on the high ground.