This tract of land around Tintagel is crowded with memorials and with relics about which superstition has cast its web. The caer-camp at Trenail Bury, and the huge stone monuments which lie embedded in the earth, take us back to British times. The pools, looking black and weird among the hills, all have their legends, and the wells commemorate a multitude of saints known only to Cornwall. Castle-an-Dinas looms majestically at a height of nearly eight hundred feet against the horizon: here was King Arthur’s hunting ground, and the remains of the structure cresting the summit was his palace. The scenes of some of his hard-fought battles are the wide valleys closed in by the shadowy hills, and the crags dashed by the tumultuous sea. You may wander at will for miles in any direction still keeping in sight the sturdy granite church standing exposed on the highest bit of the coast; you will hear no sound but the whimpering cry of the gulls; and you will be free to reconstruct here in imagination the vanished realm of King Arthur, while the words of the old priest, Joseph Iscarus of Exeter, ring in your ears-- “From this blest place immortal Arthur sprung Whose wondrous deeds shall be for ever sung, Sweet music to the ear, sweet honey to the tongue. The only prince that hears the just applause, Greatest that e’er shall be, and best that ever was.” CHAPTER V OF CAERLEON-UPON-USK “Caerleon, now step in with stately style, No feeble phrase may serve to set thee forth; Thy famous town was spoke of many a myle, Thou hast been great, though now but little worth: Thy noble bounds hath reacht beyond them all, In thee hath been King Arthur’s golden hall, In thee the wise and worthies did repose.”--_Old Poet._ “Slow sets the summer sun, Slow fall the mists, and, closing, droop the flowers, Faint in the gloaming dies the vesper bell, And dreamland sleeps round golden Carduel.”--_Lytton._ “When Arthur first in court began, And was approvèd King, By force of armes great victoreys wanne, And conquest home did bring.”--_Percy Reliques._ “Old Caerleon-upon-Usk” is the enchanted capital of the kingdom called Romance. Its domes of fretted gold, its countless pinnacles, its seventy churches, its gorgeous palace, and its giant tower-- “From whose high crest, they say, Men saw the goodly hills of Somerset, And white sails flying on the yellow sea,”