Passing back through the main cabin I paused to examine one or two of the fittings--particularly a neat glass-fronted bookcase, with a small sideboard below it, containing three drawers and a cellaret. The bookcase was empty and clean swept; so also were the drawers. At the bottom of the cellaret I found a couple of flags stowed--a tattered yellow quarantine-signal tightly rolled into a bundle, and a red ensign neatly folded. As I lifted out the latter, there dropped from its folds and fell upon the cabin floor--a book. I picked it up--a thin quarto bound in black morocco, and rather the worse for wear. On its top side it bore the following inscription in dingy gilt letters:-- JOB'S HOTEL, PENLEVEN, VISITORS' BOOK. J. JOB, _Proprietor_. Standing there beneath the skylight I turned its pages over, wondering vaguely how the visitors' book of a small provincial hotel had found its way into that drawer. It contained the usual assortment of conventional praise and vulgar jocosity:-- _Mr. and the Hon. Mrs. Smith of Huddersfield, cannot speak too highly of Mrs. Job's ham and eggs.--September 15, 1881_. _Arrived wet through after a 15-mile tramp along the coast; but thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Job were soon steaming over a comfortable fire.--John and Annie Watson, March, 1882._ Note appended by a humorist: _Then you sat on the hob, I suppose._ There was the politely patronising entry: _Being accustomed to Wolverhampton, I am greatly pleased with this coast.--F. B. W._ The poetical effusion: _Majestic spot! Say, doth the sun in heaven Behold aught to equal thee, wave-washed Penleven?_ etc. Lighter verse: _Here I came to take my ease, Agreeably disappointed to find no fl-- Mrs. Job, your bread and butter Is quite too utterly, utterly utter!_ _J. Harper, June 3rd, 1883._ The contemplative man's ejaculation: _It is impossible, on viewing these Cyclopean cliffs, to repress the thought, How great is Nature, how little Man!_ (A note: _So it is, old chap!_ and a reproof in another hand: _Shut up! can't you see he's suffering?)_ The last entry was a brief one: _J. MacGuire, Liverpool. September 2nd, 1886._