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VISIT TO GRASSMERE.
he felt almost as if it were å sin not to come here
like heaven's sentinel on the gates of evening. A single taper shot its solitary ray across the waters. The little lake lay hushed in deep and solemn repose. Not a sound was heard upon its shore. The fading light trembled upon the bosom of the waters, which were here slightly ruffled, and there lay as a mirror to reflect the serenity of heaven. The dark mountains lay beyond, with every varying shade that varying distance could give them. The farthest ridges were sowed with light, as if it were resolved into separate particles and showered down into the darkness below, to make it visible. The mountain side had a softness of shadowing upon it, such as I never saw before, and such as no painting I ever saw approached in the remotest degree. It seemed, Mr. W said, as if it were, clothed with the air.” Above all, was the clear sky, looking almost cold, it looked so pure, along the horizon --but warmed in the region a little higher, with the vermilion tints of the softest sunset. persuaded that the world might be travelled over
without the sight of one such spectacle as this-
Amid these lakes and mountains of Cumberland
All this, to be sure, is mere memorandum ; but for the same purpose I will take up half a page, with marking my route, which was adopted on com-,
petent advice, and may possibly be of service to
From Keswick to Lyulph's Tower on Ullswater -the first view of Ullswater very striking ; the waters very dark; a dark, leaden coloured mountain rising up from the very edge of the water! a fine ride along down the shore, four miles, to Patterdale-through Patterdale, back to Ambleside. On the whole, perhaps, Ullswater presents more impressive scenery than any other lake. The scenery certainly is more bold.
Nothing can exceed the beauty of the cottages, and of their situations about these lakes. So also the sailboats, passing in all directions, seen among the wooded islands and shooting out from behind the headlands, freighted with beauty, and mirth, and music, communicate an inexpressible life and charm to the scenery. And I fancy that such tokens of social happiness are very necessary to give these scenes the power they have, over the heart and imagination. It fills up the measure of the contrast. But that is not it or it is not all. These signs of humanity and happiness make the scene image to us ourselves, as well as the Supreme Power. In the unvisited wilds of nature, in dell and grot, in grove and greensward untrodden by the footsteps of men, the mind is prone to imagine that fairy creatures walk; poetry has peopled them with life; the strong sympathy of the soul calls upon the whole creation to give it back, the image of itself.
AUGUST 3. I left the lake country and came down to Kendal.
The ride from Kendal to Lancaster is a pleasant one, especially about the banks of the Kent. At Lancaster is a castle, now turned into a jail, which belonged to the house of Lancaster, and was built in the reign of Edward III. The central tower,
tle, now turned into a jail, whid
OLD WORLD AND THE NEW.
the only portion of the old castle remaining, is square, and huge enough to have belonged to
exceed the beauty of the city tuations about these lakes de vassing in all directions
, seen ane lands and shooting out from bei freighted with beauty
, and my omunicate an inexpressible life
“Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.”
It is called John of Gaunt's Chair. Appropriately to this title, there is from the top of the tower a very delightful prospect. A fine symbol of office for an old baronial sovereign-patriarch, chieftain, landlord, all in one; a tower for his chair, where he sits, a king farmer, to overlook the rich glebe, pasture and valley. Those forms of power, with the rough and sternhearted times that gave them birth, are passing away. May other and nobler forms arise to take their place!
scenery. And I fancy that se
us ourselves, as well as their In the unvisited wilds of nam in grove and greensward unten reps of men, the mind is pro my creatures walk; poetry th life; the strong sympathy in the whole creation to give of itself. Jeft the lake country and eas
Kendal to Lancaster is a plecat out the banks of the Kent. 4
use of Lancaster, and was bui vard III. The central tower