n avenue of stones,
but that the existence of an inner inclosure could scarcely be
traced. It was, in fact, evident that some modern Vandal had here
been at work. A laborer, employed in the field close by, with a
complaisant smile, informed me that the old Round had been dug
into last year, for the sake of the stones. I found, however,
enough of the work left to be worthy of a few notes, sufficient to
show that it was a kindred structure to that at Kerris, known as
the Roundago, and described and figured in Borlase's 'Antiquities
of Cornwall.' ... Mr. Crozier also refers to a stone, five feet
high, which stood within a hundred yards of the Castallack Round,
and from which the Pipers at Boleit could be seen.

"The attention of the Royal Institution of Cornwall has been
repeatedly called to the destruction of Cornish antiquities, and
the interference of landed proprietors has been frequently invoked
in aid of their preservation; but it unfortunately happens, in
most cases, that important remains are demolished by the tenants
without the knowledge or consent of the landlords. On comparing
the present condition of the Castallack Round with a description
of its appearance so recently as in 1861, I find that the greater
and more interesting part has been barbarously and irreparably
destroyed; and I regret to say, I could draw up a long list of
ancient remains in Cornwall, partially or totally demolished
within the last few years."

We can hardly hope that the wholesome superstition which prevented people
in former days from desecrating their ancient monuments will be any
protection to them much longer, though the following story shows that some
grains of the old leaven are still left in the Cornish mind. Near Carleen,
in Breage, an old cross has been removed from its place, and now does duty
as a gate-post. The farmer occupying the farm where the cross stood, set
his laborer to sink a pit in the required spot for the gate-post, but when
it was intimated that the cross standing at a little distance off was to
be erected therein, the man absolutely refused to have any hand in the
matter, not on account of the beautiful or the antique, but for fear of
the old people. Another farmer related that he had a neighbor who "haeled
down a lot of stoans called the Roundago, and sold 'em for building the
docks at Penzance. But not a penny of t