But he happened at last to be in it once too often--namely, when
   that dreadful tempest blew, November 27, 1703.  This tempest began
   on the Wednesday before, and blew with such violence, and shook the
   lighthouse so much, that, as they told me there, Mr. Winstanley
   would fain have been on shore, and made signals for help; but no
   boats durst go off to him; and, to finish the tragedy, on the
   Friday, November 26, when the tempest was so redoubled that it
   became a terror to the whole nation, the first sight there seaward
   that the people of Plymouth were presented with in the morning
   after the storm was the bare Eddystone, the lighthouse being gone;
   in which Mr. Winstanley and all that were with him perished, and
   were never seen or heard of since.  But that which was a worse loss
   still was that, a few days after, a merchant's ship called the
   Winchelsea, homeward bound from Virginia, not knowing the Eddystone
   lighthouse was down, for want of the light that should have been
   seen, run foul of the rock itself, and was lost with all her lading
   and most of her men.  But there is now another light-house built on
   the same rock.
   What other disasters happened at the same time in the Sound and in
   the roads about Plymouth is not my business; they are also
   published in other books, to which I refer.
   One thing which I was a witness to on a former journey to this
   place, I cannot omit.  It was the next year after that great storm,
   and but a little sooner in the year, being in August; I was at
   Plymouth, and walking on the Hoo (which is a plain on the edge of
   the sea, looking to the road), I observed the evening so serene, so
   calm, so bright, and the sea so smooth, that a finer sight, I
   think, I never saw.  There was very little wind, but what was,
   seemed to be westerly; and about an hour after, it blew a little
   breeze at south-west, with which wind there came into the Sound
   that night and the next morning a fleet of fourteen sail of ships
   from Barbadoes, richly laden for London.  Having been long at sea,
   most of the captains and passengers came on shore to refresh
   themselves, as is usual after such tedious voyages; and the ships
   rode all in the Sound on that side next to Catwater.  As is
   customary upon safe arriving to their native country, there was a
   general joy and rejoicing both on board and on shore.
   The next day the wind began to freshen, especially in the
   afternoon, and the sea to be disturbed, and very hard it blew at
   night; but all was well for that time.  But the night after, it
   blew a dreadful storm (not much inferior, for the time it lasted,
   to the storm mentioned above which blew down the lighthouse on the
   Eddystone).  About mid-night the noise, indeed, was very dreadful,
   what with the rearing of the sea and of the wind, intermixed with
   the firing of guns for help from the ships, the cries of the seamen
   and people on shore, and (which was worse) the cries of those which
   were driven on shore by the tempest and dashed in pieces.  In a
   word, all the fleet except three, or thereabouts, were dashed to
   pieces against the rocks and sunk in the sea, most of the men being
   drowned.  Those three who were saved, received so much damage that
   their lading was almost all spoiled.  One ship in the dark of the
   night, the men not knowing where they were, run into Catwater, and
   run on shore there; by which she was, however, saved from
   shipwreck, and the lives of her crew were saved also.
   This was a melancholy morning indeed.  Nothing was to be seen but
   wrecks of the ships and a foaming, furious sea in that very place
   where they rode all in joy and triumph but the evening before.  The
   captains, passengers, and officers who were, as I have said, gone
   on shore, between the joy of saving their lives, and the affliction
   of having lost their ships, their cargoes, and their friends, were
   objects indeed worth our compassion and observation.  And there was
   a great variety of the passions to be observed in them--now
   lamenting their losses, their giving thanks for their deliverance.
   Many of the passengers had lost their all, and were, as they
   expressed themselves, "utterly undone."  They were, I say, now
   lamenting their losses with violent excesses of grief; then giving
   thanks for their lives, and that they should be brought on shore,
   as it were, on purpose to be saved from death; then again in tears
   for such as were drowned.  The various cases were indeed very
   affecting, and, in many things, very instructing.
   As I say, Plymouth lies in the bottom of this Sound, in the centre
   between the two waters, so there lies against it, in the same
   position, an island, which they call St. Nicholas, on which there
   is a castle which commands the entrance into Hamoaze, and indeed
   that also into Catwater in some degree.  In this island the famous
   General Lambert, one of Cromwell's great agents or officers in the
   rebellion, was imprisoned for life, and lived many years there.
   On the shore over against this island is the citadel of Plymouth, a
   small but regular fortification, inaccessible by sea, but not
   exceeding strong by land, except that they say the works are of a
   stone hard as marble, and would not seen yield to the batteries of
   an enemy--but that is a language our modern engineers now laugh at.
   The town stands above this, upon the same rock, and lies sloping on
   the side of it, towards the east--the inlet of the sea which is
   called Catwater, and which is a harbour capable of receiving any
   number of ships and of any size, washing the eastern shore of the
   town, where they have a kind of natural mole or haven, with a quay
   and all other conveniences for bringing in vessels for loading and
   unloading; nor is the trade carried on here inconsiderable in
   itself, or the number of merchants small.
   The other inlet of the sea, as I term it, is on the other side of
   the town, and is called Hamoaze, being the mouth of the River
   Tamar, a considerable river which parts the two counties of Devon
   and Cornwall.  Here (the war with France making it necessary that
   the ships of war should have a retreat nearer hand than at
   Portsmouth) the late King William ordered a wet dock--with yards,
   dry docks, launches, and conveniences of all kinds for building and
   repairing of ships--to be built; and with these followed
   necessarily the building of store-houses and warehouses for the
   rigging, sails, naval and military stores, &c., of such ships as
   may be appointed to be laid up there, as now several are; with very
   handsome houses for the commissioners, clerks, and officers of all
   kinds usual in the king's yards, to dwell in.  It is, in short, now
   become as complete an arsenal or yard for building and fitting men-
   of-war as any the Government are masters of, and perhaps much more
   convenient than some of them, though not so large.
   The building of these things, with the addition of rope-walks and
   mast-yards, &c., as it brought abundance of trades-people and
   workmen to the place, so they began by little and 
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   houses on the lands adjacent, till at length there appeared a very
   handsome street, spacious and large, and as well inhabited; and so
   many houses are since added that it is become a considerable town,
   and must of consequence in time draw abundance of people from
   Plymouth itself.
   However, the town of Plymouth is, and will always be, a very
   considerable town, while that excellent harbour makes it such a
   general port for the receiving all the fleets of merchants' ships
   from the southward (as from Spain, Italy, the West Indies, &c.),
   who generally make it the first port to put in at for refreshment,
   or safety from either weather or enemies.
   The town is populous and wealthy, having, as above, several
   considerable merchants and abundance of wealthy shopkeepers, whose
   trade depends upon supplying the sea-faring people that upon so
   many occasions put into that port.  As for gentlemen--I mean, those
   that are such by family and birth and way of living--it cannot be
   expected to find many such in a town merely depending on trade,
   shipping, and sea-faring business; yet I found here some men of
   value (persons of liberal education, general knowledge, and
   excellent behaviour), whose society obliges me to say that a
   gentleman might find very agreeable company in Plymouth.
   From Plymouth we pass the Tamar over a ferry to Saltash--a little,
   poor, shattered town, the first we set foot on in the county of
   Cornwall.  The Tamar here is very wide, and the ferry-boats bad; so
   that I thought myself well escaped when I got safe on shore in
   Cornwall.
   Saltash seems to be the ruins of a larger place; and we saw many
   houses, as it were, falling down, and I doubt not but the mice and
   rats have abandoned many more, as they say they will when they are
   likely to fall.  Yet this town is governed by a mayor and aldermen,
   has many privileges, sends members to Parliament, takes toll of all
   vessels that pass the river, and have the sole oyster-fishing in
   the whole river, which is considerable.  Mr. Carew, author of the
   "Survey of Cornwall," tells us a strange story of a dog in this
   town, of whom it was observed that if they gave him any large bone
   or piece of meat, he immediately went out of doors with it, and
   after having disappeared for some time would return again; upon
   which, after some time, they watched him, when, to their great
   surprise, they found that the poor charitable creature carried what
   he so got to an old decrepit mastiff, which lay in a nest that he
   had made among the brakes a little way out of the town, and was
   blind, so that he could not help himself; and there this creature
   fed him.  He adds also that on Sundays or holidays, when he found
   they made good cheer in the house where he lived, he would go out
   and bring this old blind dog to the door, and feed him there till
   he had enough, and then go with him back to his habitation in the
   country again, and see him safe in.  If this story is true, it is
   very remarkable indeed; and I thought it worth telling, because the
   author was a person who, they say, might be credited.
   This town has a kind of jurisdiction upon the River Tamar down to
   the mouth of the port, so that they claim anchorage of all small
   ships that enter the river; their coroner sits upon all dead bodies
   that are found drowned in the river and the like, but they make not
   much profit of them.  There is a good market here, and that is the
   best thing to be said of the town; it is also very much increased
   since the number of the inhabitants are increased at the new town,
   as I mentioned as near the dock at the mouth of Hamoaze, for those
   people choose rather to go to Saltash to market by water than to
   walk to Plymouth by land for their provisions.  Because, first, as
   they go in the town boat, the same boat brings home what they buy,
   so that it is much less trouble; second, because provisions are
   bought much cheaper at Saltash than at Plymouth.  This, I say, is
   like to be a very great advantage to the town of Saltash, and may
   in time put a new face of wealth upon the place.
   They talk of some merchants beginning to trade here, and they have
   some ships that use the Newfoundland fishery; but I could not hear
   of anything considerable they do in it.  There is no other
   considerable town up the Tamar till we come to Launceston, the
   county town, which I shall take in my return; so I turned west,
   keeping the south shore of the county to the Land's End.
   From Saltash I went to Liskeard, about seven miles.  This is a
   considerable town, well built; has people of fashion in it, and a
   very great market; it also sends two members to Parliament, and is
   one of the five towns called Stannary Towns--that is to say, where
   the blocks of tin are brought to the coinage; of which, by itself,
   this coinage of tin is an article very much to the advantage of the
   towns where it is settled, though the money paid goes another way.
   This town of Liskeard was once eminent, had a good castle, and a
   large house, where the ancient Dukes of Cornwall kept their court
   in those days; also it enjoyed several privileges, especially by
   the favour of the Black Prince, who as Prince of Wales and Duke of
   Cornwall resided here.  And in return they say this town and the
   country round it raised a great body of stout young fellows, who
   entered into his service and followed his fortunes in his wars in
   France, as also in Spain.  But these buildings are so decayed that
   there are now scarce any of the ruins of the castle or of the
   prince's court remaining.
   The only public edifices they have now to show are the guild or
   town hall, on which there is a turret with a fine clock; a very
   good free school, well provided; a very fine conduit in the market-
   place; an ancient large church; and, which is something rare for
   the county of Cornwall, a large, new-built meeting-house for the
   Dissenters, which I name because they assured me there was but
   three more, and those very inconsiderable, in all the county of
   Cornwall; whereas in Devonshire, which is the next county, there
   are reckoned about seventy, some of which are exceeding large and
   fine.
   This town is also remarkable for a very great trade in all
   manufactures of leather, such as boots, shoes, gloves, purses,
   breaches, &c.; and some spinning of late years is set up here,
   encouraged by the woollen manufacturers of Devonshire.
   Between these two towns of Saltash and Liskeard is St. Germans, now
   a village, decayed, and without any market, but the largest parish
   in the whole county--in the bounds of which is contained, as they
   report, seventeen villages, and the town of Saltash among them; for
   Saltash has no parish church, it seems, of itself, but as a chapel-
   of-ease to St. Germans.  In the neighbourhood of these towns are
   many pleasant seats of the Cornish gentry, who are indeed very
   numerous, though their estates may not be so large as is usual in
   England; yet neither are they despicable in th 
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   particular this may be said of them--that as they generally live
   cheap, and are more at home than in other counties, so they live
   more like gentlemen, and keep more within bounds of their estates
   than the English generally do, take them all together.
   Add to this that they are the most sociable, generous, and to one
   another the kindest, neighbours that are to be found; and as they
   generally live, as we may say, together (for they are almost always
   at one another's houses), so they generally intermarry among
   themselves, the gentlemen seldom going out of the county for a
   wife, or the ladies for a husband; from whence they say that
   proverb upon them was raised, viz., "That all the Cornish gentlemen
   are cousins."
   On the hills north of Liskeard, and in the way between Liskeard and
   Launceston, there are many tin-mines.  And, as they told us, some
   of the richest veins of that metal are found there that are in the
   whole county--the metal, when cast at the blowing houses into
   blocks, being, as above, carried to Liskeard to be coined.
   From Liskeard, in our course west, we are necessarily carried to
   the sea-coast, because of the River Fowey or Fowath, which empties
   itself into the sea at a very large mouth.  And hereby this river
   rising in the middle of the breadth of the county and running
   south, and the River Camel rising not far from it and running
   north, with a like large channel, the land from Bodmin to the
   western part of the county is almost made an island and in a manner
   cut off from the eastern part--the peninsula, or neck of land
   between, being not above twelve miles over.
   On this south side we came to Foy or Fowey, an ancient town, and
   formerly very large--nay, not large only, but powerful and potent;
   for the Foyens, as they were then called, were able to fit out
   large fleets, not only for merchants' ships, but even of men-of-
   war; and with these not only fought with, but several times
   vanquished and routed, the squadron of the Cinque Ports men, who in
   those days were thought very powerful.
   Mr. Camden observes that the town of Foy quarters some part of the
   arms of every one of those Cinque Ports with their own, intimating
   that they had at several times trampled over them all.  Certain it
   is they did often beat them, and took their ships, and brought them
   as good prizes into their haven of Foy; and carried it so high that
   they fitted out their fleets against the French, and took several
   of their men-of-war when they were at war with England, and
   enriched their town by the spoil of their enemies.
   Edward IV. favoured them much; and because the French threatened
   them to come up their river with a powerful navy to burn their
   town, he caused two forts to be built at the public charge for
   security of the town and river, which forts--at least, some show of
   them--remain there still.  But the same King Edward was some time
   after so disgusted at the townsmen for officiously falling upon the
   French, after a truce was made and proclaimed, that he effectually
   disarmed them, took away their whole fleet, ships, tackle, apparel,
   and furniture; and since that time we do not read of any of their
   naval exploits, nor that they ever recovered or attempted to
   recover their strength at sea.  However, Foy at this time is a very
   fair town; it lies extended on the east side of the river for above
   a mile, the buildings fair.  And there are a great many flourishing
   merchants in it, who have a great share in the fishing trade,
   especially for pilchards, of which they take a great quantity
   hereabouts.  In this town is also a coinage for the tin, of which a
   great quantity is dug up in the country north and west of the town.
   The River Fowey, which is very broad and deep here, was formerly
   navigable by ships of good burthen as high as Lostwithiel--an
   ancient and once a flourishing but now a decayed town; and as to
   trade and navigation, quite destitute; which is occasioned by the
   river being filled up with sands, which, some say, the tides drive