The timber of the gallows tree, A gaol I'd build on purpose, And Hare should be the turnkey, For burking each Attorney. That subject for anatomy, No friends ye'd have to mourn ye, When I awake from slumber, My first prayer in the morn is, And when at night I go to bed, Then I will lead a pious life, And when to die my turn is, Where there are no Attornies. After many years enjoyment of sport on Dartmoor and its vicinity Mr. Templer retired; but those of his friends who, being assembled at Chulmleigh, I believe, with that keen sportsman, the Hon. Newton Fellowes, in the chair, and who had the privilege of hearing him recite his farewell poem, addressed to his "Old Horn," will never forget it : MY OLD HORN. Though toil hath somewhat worn thy frame, And time hath marred thy beauty; Come forth, lone relic of my fame, Thou well hast done thy duty. Time was when other tongues would praise Thy wavering notes of pleasure; Now, miser-like, alone I gaze Some hearts may prize thy music still, Grace still in every vale abounds, And there my steed has found a rest, That oft, like comrades sworn, we've prest- And some who at thy call would wake, Hath friendship long been weeping; I, too, the fading wreath resign, For friends and fame are fleeting; Where younger blood is beating. Henceforth be mute, my treasured horn, And I, like thee, by toil am worn, We both have done our duty. When Mr. Templer had finished this "farewell" to his "old horn," there was not a dry eye to be seen in all the company of stalwart sportsmen, most of whom are gone to that "bourne from whence no traveller returns." The tourist, as I have said, can reach Dartmoor from many convenient points. The branch line of railway from Newton Abbot to Moreton passes through some of the loveliest scenery in Devonshire: Lustleigh Cleeve, near which is Becky Fall, Bovey, and Manaton. *This was an allusion to his successor, Sir Walter Carew. Then there is Bowerman's Nose which, seen from the latter village, resembles a huge human head. Carrington thus graphically describes it :— On the very edge Of the vast moorland, startling every eye (Wild swept by every wind) on which he stands Houndtor, one of the most famous tors on the Moor, 66 "log now. Moreton tiful rivers in the county. A ramble by this stream in Spring, Summer, or Autumn, when the wild flowers, ferns, and fruits-which grow in profusion on its banks -are in perfection, cannot fail to delight the lover of fair sights and sweet sounds. Druidical remains are plentiful near to and on the river's banks. Through Whiddon Park, luminous in Summer timewith the bright hue of innumerable rhododendrons, Scorhill Down (where stand a columnar circle, tolmen and stone avenues) may be reached. Near the Park is a cromlech, called Spinsters Rock-an interesting remnant, worth seeing. Then there is Holy-street, supposed to have been the beginning of the Via Sacra, or processional road of the Druids; Castor Rock; Teigncombe Down, where there are hut circles; Kestor rock — on which there is the largest rock basin on the Moor; and Middletor, where other rock basins receive the dews and rain of Heaven, as they have done for many centuries past. A visit to Sittaford-tor should not be omitted by the tourist. It is distant about six miles from Chagford. On the south-eastern slope of this tor are the Grey Wethers-two circles, resembling the Hurlers on the Bodmin Moors, inasmuch as the circumference of the circles nearly touch each other. Two miles east of Sittaford-tor is a noted sacred circle, near Fernworthy. Drewsteignton, a favourite place of sojourn for artists, is a village four miles distant from Chagford. This little picturesque place is perched upon a breezy height, and not far off is a famous logan stone, on the banks of the Teign. Beautiful exceedingly is the scenery as viewed from the height of Prestonbury, where there was an ancient fort, and from its neighbour-Cranbrook Castlewhere lie the remains of an extensive British town. Wooston Castle, not far off from these heights, is said to be the most curious and interesting specimen of ancient castramentation in the whole of the Moorland This, with Cranbrook and Prestonbury, region. would seem to "have been one of a chain of forts on the Teign." From Moreton also large portions of the Moor may be conveniently explored. With a trusty guide, like friend Perrott, who lives at Chagford, but who obeys a message with wonderful alacrity and quickness-so fleet is he of foot-Grimspound (one of the finest and most complete specimens of an ancient British town to be found in any other part of the island), provided as it was with means of protracted defence, may be visited. Then there is Wistman's Wood, a pigmy Druidical grove of old oaks, each about ten feet high- weird and mysterious of aspect-near which the river Dart sends forth upon the silent desert air tones of unearthly cadence. The neighbouring moorman will tell the visitor that this is " a wisht old place sure enough, and as full of adders as can be." I saw none when I paid the interesting spot a visit. It is good, it is said, to be provided with an "ashen wand " to charm them, a custom which prevails among the peasantry That Wistman's grove was sacred to the rites of Druidism seems to be highly probable, inasmuch as it is surrounded by cairns and hut circles. South of it is Crockentor, the ancient seat of British jurisprudence and the Court of Stannaries, up to so recent a period as 1749. To the west is Bair-down, or the hill of bards, from which it is supposed the ancient minstrels were wont to come down to the lonely wood of Wistman for meditation and inspiration. Cranmere Pool-the "mother of rivers "-is interesting from the fact that the sources of many rivers are near where the pool once was. Dartmoor Convict Prison can be conveniently reached from Moreton. Prince's town boasts of the Duchy Hotel, a capital inn, where the tourist visiting the prison will, doubtless, take up his quarters. Great Mis-tor is not far from here. The grandest tor on the Moor is Great Mist-tor. On it is a very fine rock basin, named Mis-tor Pan. The picturesque river |