See, from afar, yon Rock that mates the Sky, / About whoſe Feet ſuch Heaps of Rubbiſh lye: / Such indigeſted Ruin; bleak and bare, / How deſart now it ſtands, expos'd in Air!

While I was cleaning the kitchen cupboards, I ran across Mother's recipe for Cornish game hens.

Besides displays on the geology and history of the region, the centre provides an introduction to local wildlife, with reptilariums holding live rattlesnakes.

[…] continual drinking is most convenient to the distemper of an hydropick body, though most disconvenient to its present welfare.