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THE JAMAICA INN.
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Trecarrel, an old Tudor mansion, built by Sir Henry Trecarrel, in 1540, where
Charles I. passed a night on his entrance into Cornwall in 1645. The scenery in
which it is embosomed is admirably romantic, and enlivened by the rippling Inny.
Distance from Launceston via LEZANT (population, 869), nearly 6£ miles.
Endsleigii (Duke of Bedford), on the Tavistock road, 9 miles. Tickets of admis¬
sion may bo procured at the White Hart. ]
The Bodmin Bo ad is by no means to be lauded for the cheer¬
ful scenery which it brings within our ken. Lonesome and
desolate enough, even in these days of high-pressure cultivation,
are the wild moorlands which it traverses, and but seldom does
the weary eye light upon a patch of blooming garden-ground, a
rich grassy croft, or a golden gleaming com field.
At 4 miles we pass Holloway, or Holy-way Cross, one of
those wayside memorials so abundant on the Cornish roads.
At 4£ miles from Launceston, at Hick’s Mill, we cross the
Inny, a pleasant tributary of the Tamar, which rises in the north¬
west near DAVIDSTOW (population, 410), on the Camelford
road.
1J mile further and we cross a branch of the Inny, at Tre-
rethick Bridge, and enter the wild, barren, and far-reaching
parish of ALTERNON (population, 1200), its Church and Vil¬
lage, and St. Hum’s Well, lying on our right, in a country of many
streams.
Five Lanes is a small hamlet, 7 miles from Launceston,
mournfully situated on the borders of the wind-swept moorland.
1 mile beyond is Trewint, whence we may diverge to Camel-
ford on the right, and Northill on the left. Continuing our
route, however, we plunge at once into the Bodmin Moors, a dis¬
trict of scanty cultivation, but not without interest for the tra¬
veller. Its stream-works, cams, and abrupt hills, its wayside
memorials, its little glens, overgrown with an unprofitable vege¬
tation, its sparkling rills and water-courses, and its piles of bare,
bleak granite, relieve the tedium of his journey. He who hath
eyes to see, let him see !
At 10£ miles from Launceston we light upon a wayside
“ public,” called the “ Jamaica Inn,” well known to every Cor¬
nish touiist. It formerly stood all alone ih its glory, in a barren
solitude which might even have disgusted an anchorite, and yet had
charms of its own for a Boniface, but now it is neighboured by a
neat little church, a school-house, a parsonage, and several simple
cottages, recently erected by the lord of the manor, F. Rodd, Esq.
of Trebartha. Adams the astronomer, and the discoverer of the