A Visit To The English Lakes.

finished , we return to our lodgings and retire to rest . The night gives place to a most lovely morning , the sun shining brightly , and the birds chirping merrily . AVe saunter by the lake beneath the trees , ancl amid the ferns , intoxicated with the balmy atmosphere . " Deep stillness lies upon , this lovely lake : The air is calm , the forest trees are still . "

A glorious walk brings us at last to the famous Loclore Fall , immortalised by Southey , and from his poem most people expect to see a much more magnificent fall than the one that exists . It is very broken ancl crowded with huge stones rolled from the mountain side ; there is not much water , and we climbed and scrambled to the head . It is a Avild but beautiful scene , the " water clashing and splashing " between two precipitous crags covered with vegetation . A

deep draught of its pure iee-eohl Avater and ive are off back again . In the afternoon ive walk along the Denvenb , " the fairest of all rivers , winding among gi \ issy holms , " and watch the fish sporting in its dappled ivaters till ive come to Orosthwaite , with a pretty little church , containing a monument of the poet Southey and a poetical inscri ption by Wordsworth . In the churchyard is a neat slab to the memory of Southey , ancl many ancient gravestones , among the number that of Hogarth ' s family . After tea ive take a silent row on the placid lake , ancl touch at St . Herbert ' s Island .

I ins island , guarded from profane approach By mountains high and ivaters widely spread , Is tho recess to ivhich St . Herbert came In life ' s decline . " " Here stood his threshold ; here was spread the roof , That sheltered him—a self-secluded man . " AVe row round the lake till the stars shine and the lihts appear ; the

moung tains and islands around us , the beautiful reflection of the glowing sky in the water , and the rapid motion of the boat on the calm surface of the lake , make the situation one of the most deli ghtful . But to descend from the sublime to the commonplace , blisters are the result of our tAvo hours' row . AVe seem to like Keswick better than any place ive have been to yet , and imagine that nothing can supersede it . The morning brings another fine dayand we again

, attempt the ascent of Sea Fell ; a A'iew of the ordnance model gives us a distinc idea of ivhafc Ave are going to clo . We take the Bnttermere coach as far as Seatoller so as to lessen the labour . On the road we stop at BarroAV Fall , a poor artificial one , and scarcely Avorth seeing . AVe also-stop at the BoAvder Stone ;

' Upon a semi-cirqne of turf-clad ground , A mass of rock , resembling- as it lays Eight at the foot of that moist precipice A stranded ship with keel upturned , that rests Careless of wind and waves . "

This is a true description of this huge stone , estimated to weigh nearly two thousand tons . We climb to the top ^ of it , and shake hands through the hole underneath it , and give the old woman at the little cottage her expected fee . The coach is resumed again , which leaves a lad y ancl gentlemen at Rosthwaite to Avalk over Stake Pass . AVe leave it at Seatoller to go on to Buttermere , while we take the road to Sea Fell . We are gradually getting to the head of the valley , ancl the dark-green yeiv trees mentioned , by AVordsworth are the next objects that meet our notice .

" those fraternal four of Borrowdalo , Joined in one solemn , and capacious grove ; Huge trunks , and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine , Upcoiling , and iiiveterately convolved Nor uuinformed with phantasy , and looks That threaten tho profane . "