Note 4 — THE PENZANCE OF OUR GRANDFATHERS.

We will now start for town in good earnest, as we don’t know what fine doings may be going on there this week, besides the wrestling-match on the Western Green, where the best gentlemen in the land do not disdain to try a hitch with the poorest labouring man—not for the value of the prize, but for the honour of proving their manliness. There is also to be a grand hurling-match on the Eastern Green between Ludgvan hurlers4 and any two other parishes who have a mind to accept the challenge. There we shall see all the gentry from the eastward, who no more think themselves degraded by joining the commontry, in the ancient manly game, than a real old squire’s lady would think it unbecoming to ply the spinning-wheel in the ancient hall, surrounded by her maidens at the same work. So now we bid good morrow to the hearty old folks of the Land’s End, and hope we shall have a pleasant journey to Penzance.