Dear lost Penelope, and must this tomb, Quench the sweet promise of thy opening bloom, Crush the sweet harvest of a mind so fair, Its early piety, its filial care.
No there are seeds that angry tempests brave, These cannot perish in a timeless grave, Sprung from the Tree of Life, to them ’tis given, Though sown on earth, to germinate in heaven.
Passing from hence through the hamlet of Hessingford, at a short distance is _Bake_, the seat of Sir J. S. Copley, Bart., His Majesty’s Solicitor General, which is a handsome modern edifice, built on the site of an antient mansion noted in former times as the residence of the Moyle’s, and which was destroyed by fire a few years ago.
On approaching the towns of EAST AND WEST LOOE, the scenery becomes highly romantic. These towns derive their appellation from the river, on the banks of which they are built, and over which is a low narrow stone bridge of 12 arches. Both places return members to Parliament, but in themselves contain little to interest the traveller. Several delightful modern residences have been built on the banks of the Looe river; among the most prominent, is Col. Lemon’s, near Polvellan. The population of both towns amounts to about 1300, and the inhabitants are mostly engaged in maritime employments.
About three miles west of Looe, is _Trelawny House_, the seat of the Rev. Sir Harry Trelawny, Bart., a venerable mansion, but built at different periods. It contains a few good family portraits, particularly one by Sir Godfrey Kneller, of Sir Jonathan Trelawny, Bishop of Winchester.
In _Pelynt Church_, which is not far distant from the house, there is a very curious monument to the memory of Francis Buller, Esq., who died in l6l5.
About five miles from hence, is FOWEY,[5] an antient Borough and market town, situated in one of the most delightful and romantic parts of the county, on the western bank of the river, from which its name is derived. It is distant 24 miles from Plymouth, and 244 from London. The houses are very irregularly built, with foundations composed of a hard bluish slate, (termed by Mineralogists, _Fat-quatz_, from its greasiness to the touch,) and the principal street extends nearly a mile in length.