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264 st. Vincent's rocks.
" I should suppose you sometimes receive dan-
gerous hurts, if none of you are killed."
4 i About four years sin a man were killed."
(( How did the accident happen ?"
(i Why, sir, a slood, with three others, upon
a loose stone, not minding, when it fell, and all
four went down together. Three were only a
little bruised, but one cut his scull all open. A
never spoke, but a was not dead. He died a mat-
ter of twelve hour after we had un to the Firmary.
But you see that are wall: a father and son were
killed under that wall by one stone, by a blast."
Such are the horrors attending the rifting of
St. Vincent's rocks. During the conversation. just
related, I riveted my eyes on the dussel held by
one of the men, justly dreading a glance down-
wards, when the person unfortunately enquired
the time of day. I involuntarily turned to
examine my watch. At that instant my brain
whirled, and I recovered my recollection just in
time to seize the rope, by which I half slipped,
half fell along the projections to terra firma, sef-
ficiently alarmed to have made a vow to build a
monastery, and dedicate it to my patron Saint
-, had I been a prince of ancient days, or
a feudal baron.
The rocks that remain in their original {rate are
of stupendous height, and strongly resemble vast
walls
" I should suppose you sometimes receive dan-
gerous hurts, if none of you are killed."
4 i About four years sin a man were killed."
(( How did the accident happen ?"
(i Why, sir, a slood, with three others, upon
a loose stone, not minding, when it fell, and all
four went down together. Three were only a
little bruised, but one cut his scull all open. A
never spoke, but a was not dead. He died a mat-
ter of twelve hour after we had un to the Firmary.
But you see that are wall: a father and son were
killed under that wall by one stone, by a blast."
Such are the horrors attending the rifting of
St. Vincent's rocks. During the conversation. just
related, I riveted my eyes on the dussel held by
one of the men, justly dreading a glance down-
wards, when the person unfortunately enquired
the time of day. I involuntarily turned to
examine my watch. At that instant my brain
whirled, and I recovered my recollection just in
time to seize the rope, by which I half slipped,
half fell along the projections to terra firma, sef-
ficiently alarmed to have made a vow to build a
monastery, and dedicate it to my patron Saint
-, had I been a prince of ancient days, or
a feudal baron.
The rocks that remain in their original {rate are
of stupendous height, and strongly resemble vast
walls