"The Sea rover pauses on the beach. With a face of wild despair he looks around ; he recollects neither rocks nor precipices ; still he urges his bewildered way ; he trembles at the frequent flash. The thunder bursts over his head. The mountain billows roar aloud. He attempts the rapid ford. - Heard you " that scream ! It was the shriek of death !
"How tumultuous is the foaming surge ! The .waves, resounding, lash the rocks ; while the shattered bark is dash'd on the inhospitable shore.
"What melancholy shade is that fitting on the lonely " beach ! I just discern it, faintly shadowed 'out by the pale beam of the moon, pasting through a thin robed cloud. It is a female form. Her eyes are fixed on the waves. Her dishevelled hair floats loose around her arm, which supports her pensive head. Ah ! mournful Maid ! dost thou still expect thy lover over the briny ocean. Thou sawest his distant bark at the close of the day, dancing upon the feathery waves ; thy breast throbs with suspense ; but thou knowest not yet, that he lies a corpse upon the shore !"
From Lovers Seat, either descend through the wood to the beach, or return along the valley up to Mr. Dugdall's farm-house, from which is a noble prospect of the sea to a considerable distance, east and west, -
