I prayed for death, and, in the agony of the moment, could not help repeating those exquisite verses of the poet Miguel De Cervantes: Vanny Buren, tan escondida Query no te senty venny Pork and pleasure, delly morry Nommy, torny, darry, widdy! But now a new horror presented itself, and one indeed sufficient to startle the strongest nerves.
His exorcising formula is said to have commenced with the words "in Nommy Dommy," and we are told it was in Latin throughout as we may believe from this specimen. But the days of the exorcist are over now there are no ghosts to lay, or only such as will not be laid. There is a ferry at Lelant, taking the traveller across the Hayle creek to sandy Phillack, one of the mother-parishes of Hayle.