A Visit To The English Lakes.

relieA'e the good landlad y ' s fears for our safety . I have rowed about twentytwo miles , my friend not being . an oarsman , and in consequence have no less than thirteen blisters . A hearty supper is very acceptable , and so is bed . We get up early to release the boat , and Avhen in it cannot refrain from having another TOW . We meet three OY four acquaintauces Ave had made at Stake Pass ancl Keswick . The ivind is rather fresh as Ave go with them to see the

" Avild stream of Aira . " A comel y damsel leads the way for Lyulp h ' s Tower ( which is covered with ivy , aud looks very romantic in the sun ) , by winding walks , to " the torrent hoarse

Fit music for a solemn vale ! The spirit of a mournful tale Embodied in the sound . " At last we reach the grotto , and gaze on the pretty fall , — " Whore clouds that spread in solemn shade Are edged with golden rays !"

AVe return with our genteel guide Avell satisfied , and as there is no fixed fee we hardly know IIOAV to repay such a person for her trouble . However , Ave get over the delicate difficulty , and finding the boats once more embark on the bosom of the lake . Tying the two boats together we make a novel steering apparatus of one of them for the other , and thus end our morning ' s excursion . Our friends accompany us to Ambleside after dinner on the coach . The

AVhite Lion is a A'ery reasonable place , and ivell attended . Clergymen abound in the lake district , ancl many of them have rubbed off the pride of office , and are communicatiA'e with their felloAV-travellers . On the way we pass the beautiful little lake termed Brothers' Water , from two brothers haA'ing been drowned there . Now we are ascending the steep pass of " noble " Kirkstone , " guardian of the mountain Avay" ancl here dismount while the horses slowl

, y drag the cumbersome conveyance up between the " fraternal hills . " On the left is the peculiar stone , " whose church-like frame Gives to the savage pass its name , "

ancl from this side seems very much like a Church , " cognizably shaped . " The scenery is grand ancl rugged . AA hen ive gain the top of the " aspiring road !" we hai'e excellent views , both retrospective and prospective . A little house is erected here , called " The Travellers' Rest , " said to be the highest inhabited dwelling in England , being 1 , 475 feet above the level of the sea . Here a book is kept , in which visitors inscribe their names . We mount the coach again , leaving "Helvellyn over all things mountain lord , " and slide down the other side of the pass ivith the " shoe " on the wheel , seeming in imminent danger of toppling over . Before us " the glorious sun

Makes AVinander one wide wave of gold , and we rapidly descend on the familiar charming scenery . Doivn , down we go , one continual descent , till the coach clatters through the narrow archway behind the " Salutation . " The driver , as usual , requires to be fee-cl . Our old lodging-house is able once more to accommodate us . Tea over , we stroll through "the " rustling swing of old Rydal AVood" on to "Ry dalmere ' s white

flashing flood , " ancl enjoy a dolce far niente on its banks . A lovely sunset flickers on tho ripples , the dreamy islands seem to float in a sea of jewels , and the gauzy reflection of the fertile mountains in the water is most inviting . A lame attempt to transfer this scene to paper utterly fails ; here , indeed , is scope for the painter to ply his pleasant profession . A boat partly disturbs the reverie , and arrives loaded with small perch , caught by a gay party of ladies . In the stream ive find another follower of the gentle craft fishing for