William Bentinck Forfar, The Wizard of West Penwith: A Tale of the Land's-End
“ Poor Alrina! it was an anxious day for her. She knew that her lover was gone out on the mare to attempt that daring feat; and she knew, also, the extent of the risk he was incurring,—for she had often, in her solitary rambles, walked down to the edge of the Land's-End cliffs, and looked over, out of curiosity, and it made her shudder when she thought of him. Even should he be able to get the mare [Pg 51] down to the brink,—sitting there at the mercy of the horse, one false step, or a moment's giddiness, must be fatal to both. ”
