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<titlePart>Transcription of Thomas West's Guide to the Lakes, 
1778</titlePart>
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<docAuthor>Norgate, Martin</docAuthor>
<docDate>2005</docDate>
<docEdition>last edit: 27.4.2008</docEdition>
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<div type="identification">
<p rend="title">Transcription of Thomas West's Guide to the Lakes, 
1778</p>
<p rend="series-title">Lakes Guides</p>
<p rend="abstract">Transcription of A Guide to the Lakes, by Thomas 
West, published by William Pennington, Kendal, Westmorland, and in 
London, 1778; made from the 11th edition, 1821.</p>
<p rend="text">editor -- Norgate, Martin &amp; MN : 30.3.2005</p>
<p rend="text">last edit: 18.12.2006</p>
<note rend="kwdlist">
<kw>Transcription of Thomas West's Guide to the Lakes, 1778</kw>
<kw>author</kw>
<kw>West, Thomas</kw>
<kw>1778</kw>
<kw>18th century, late</kw>
<kw>1770s</kw>
<kw>guide book</kw>
<kw>Guide to the Lakes</kw>
<kw>AMATL:AS1221</kw>
</note>
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<div type="editorial">
<div type="section">
<head rend="main">
NOTES from WEST'S GUIDE TO THE LAKES, 1778
</head>
<p rend="text">
These notes are taken from several editions of A Guide to the Lakes by
Thomas West, published by William Pennington, Kendal, Westmorland, and
in London, 1778 to 1821. The books studied are those in the Armitt 
Museum and Library, Ambleside, Cumbria.
</p>
<p rend="text">
The edition used for transcription is the 11th edition, 1821, item 
AMATL:A1221. The choice of this edition was originally made by Lynda 
Powell, when working at the Armitt, who sent photocopy pages for a 
'trial run' of transcription and versioning the text into web pages, 
in 2001. While it would be valuable to use the very first edition, 
that would not have the useful added material of later editions, from 
Thomas West himself and from later editors. It may be possible to do a
more pure transcription at a later stage of the project.
</p>
<p rend="text">source type : West 1778</p>
<p rend="text">
All editions of the guidebook are available in the Armitt Library 
collections:-
</p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head rend="red">
Map of the Lakes
</head>
<p rend="text">
A map of the tours is provided from the 3rd edition, 1784, onwards.
</p>
</div>
</div>


<div type="editorial">
<div type="section">
<head rend="main">
Guide to the Lakes, Editions
</head>
<p rend="text">source type : West 1778</p>
<p rend="text">
The following editions of A Guide to the Lakes, by Thomas West, have 
been seen at the Armitt Museum and Library, 18.12.2003:-
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1208
<p rend="term-text">
1st edition, 1778
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1778: Guide to the Lakes: Richardson and Urquhart 
(London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
no map; no illustrations
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1209
<p rend="term-text">
2nd edition, 1780
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1780 (2nd edn): Guide to the Lakes: Richardson and 
Urquhart (Royal Exchange, London) &amp; Robson, J (New Bond Street, 
London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Grasmere; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1210
<p rend="term-text">
3rd edition, 1784
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1784 (3rd edn): Guide to the Lakes: Law, B (Ave Mary 
Lane, London) &amp; Richardson and Urquhart (Royal Exchange, London) &amp; 
Robson, J (New Bond Street, London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, 
Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Grasmere; Map of the Lakes, Paas; numerous addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1211
<p rend="term-text">
4th edition, 1789
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1789 (4th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Richardson, W (Royal
Exchange, London) Robson, J (New Bond Street, London) &amp; Pennington, W 
(Kendal, Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Grasmere; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1212
<p rend="term-text">
5th edition, 1793
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1793 (5th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Richardson, W (Royal
Exchange, London) Robson, J (New Bond Street, London) &amp; Clarke, W (New
Bond Street, London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Map of the Lakes, Paas; numerous illustrations; numerous addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1213
<p rend="term-text">
5th edition, 1793
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1793 (5th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Richardson, W (Royal
Exchange, London) &amp; Robson, J (New Bond Street, London) &amp; Clarke, W 
(New Bond Street, London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Map of the Lakes, Paas; Map of Cumberland, J Cary, in 4 pieces; Map of
Westmoreland, J Cary, in 4 pieces; numerous engravings, various 
styles; numerous addenda, other descriptions of the Lakes
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1214
<p rend="term-text">
6th edition, 1796
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1796 (6th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Richardson, W (Royal
Exchange, London) Robson, J (New Bond Street, London) &amp; Clarke, W (New
Bond Street, London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Grasmere; Map of the Lakes, Paas; ?one other 
illustration; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1215
<p rend="term-text">
7th edition, 1799
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1799 (7th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Richardson, W J and 
J (Royal Exchange, London) &amp; Robson, J (New Bond Street, London) &amp; 
Clarke, W (New Bond Street, London) &amp; Pennington, W (Kendal, 
Westmorland)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Lowdore; Map of the Lakes, Paas; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1216
<p rend="term-text">
8th edition, 1802
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1802 (8th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Pennington, William 
(Kendal, Westmorland) &amp; Richardson, W J and J (Royal Exchange, London)
&amp; Clarke, W (New Bond Street, London)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Map of the Lakes, Paas, tinted; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1217
<p rend="term-text">
9th edition, 1807
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1807 (9th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Pennington, William 
(Kendal, Westmorland) &amp; Richardson, W J and J (Royal Exchange, London)
&amp; Clarke, W (New Bond Street, London)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Map of the Lakes, Paas, tinted; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1218
<p rend="term-text">
9th edition, 1807
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1807 (9th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Pennington, William 
(Kendal, Westmorland) &amp; Richardson, W J and J (Royal Exchange, London)
&amp; Clarke, W (New Bond Street, London)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Map of the Lakes, Paas, tinted; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1219
<p rend="term-text">
10th edition, 1812
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1812 (10th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Pennington, W 
(Kendal, Westmorland) &amp; Richardson, J (Royal Exchange, London) &amp; 
Clarke, W (New Bond Street, London)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Map of the Lakes, Paas, tinted; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1220
<p rend="term-text">
11th edition, 1821
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1821 (11th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Pennington, W 
(Kendal, Westmorland) &amp; Richardson, J (Royal Exchange, London)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Grasmere; Map of the Lakes, Paas, tinted; some addenda
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">AMATL:A1221
<p rend="term-text">
11th edition, 1821
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
West, Thomas: 1821 (11th edn): Guide to the Lakes: Pennington, W 
(Kendal, Westmorland) &amp; Richardson, J (Royal Exchange, London)
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
frontispiece, Grasmere; some addenda; (this copy is the edition 
transcribed)
</p>
</p>
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<div type="editorial">
<div type="section">
<head rend="main">
Guide to the Lakes, Addenda
</head>
<p rend="text">source type : West 1778</p>
<p rend="text">
The eleven addenda included with the 11th edition of the Guide to the 
Lakes by Thomas West, 1821, are listed below:-
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE I.
<p rend="term-text">
Dr Brown's letter describing vale and the lake of Keswick.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 193
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE II.
<p rend="term-text">
Extract from Dr Dalton's descriptive poem enumerating the beauties of 
the Vale of Keswick
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
First printed in Pearch's Collection of Poems, vol.1, 1775.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 197
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE III.
<p rend="term-text">
Mr Gray's Journal, in a letter to Dr Wharton, 18 October 1769.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 199
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE IV.
<p rend="term-text">
Ode to the Sun, by Mr Cumberland, 1776.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 224
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE V.
<p rend="term-text">
A Night Piece on the Banks of Windermere, by Rev James Plumtre, Summer
1797.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 229
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE VI.
<p rend="term-text">
A Description of Dunald Mill Hole, by A Walker, 1760.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 236
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE VII.
<p rend="term-text">
A Tour to the Caves in the West Riding of Yorkshire.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 238
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE VIII.
<p rend="term-text">
Further Account of Furness Fells
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Or, Observations on placing objects on the eminences, and planting 
trees in the vallies seen in this tour.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 284
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE IX.
<p rend="term-text">
Account of Ennerdale.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 293
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE X
<p rend="term-text">
Specimens of the Cumberland Dialect:-
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Harvest; or, the Bashful Shepherd
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
Horace book.2 ode.7, translated in the Cumberland dialect.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 298
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">ARTICLE XI.
<p rend="term-text">
Mrs Radcliffe's Description of the Scenery in a Ride over Skiddaw, 
1794.
</p>
<p rend="term-inset">
page 304
</p>
</p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
Addenda in Other Editions
</head>
<p rend="text">
The addenda to West's Guide have not always been the same. Three other
articles were included in one edition or another:-
</p>
<p rend="term">Article 6
<p rend="term-text">
Description of the natural curiosities in the edge of Yorkshire
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
in the 2nd to 7th editions; replaced by the Night Piece from the 8th 
edition.
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">Article 10
<p rend="term-text">
Some remarks on the provincial words ...
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
in the 2nd to 5th editions; replaced by Mrs Radcliffe's article from 
the 6th edition.
</p>
</p>
<p rend="term">Article 11
<p rend="term-text">
Address to the Genius of the Caves
</p>
<p rend="term-text">
in the 3rd edition; replaced by Ennerdale from the 4th edition.
</p>
</p>
</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="tight">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>edition</cell>
<cell>1st</cell>
<cell>2nd</cell>
<cell>3rd</cell>
<cell>4/5th</cell>
<cell>6/7th</cell>
<cell>8-11th</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>article numbers</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Dr Brown; Keswick</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>1</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Dr Dalton; Keswick</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>2</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Mr Gray's journal</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>3</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Ode to the Sun</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>4</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Dunald Mill Hole</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Curiosities of Yorks.</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Night Piece</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Tour to the Caves</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>7</cell>
<cell>7</cell>
<cell>7</cell>
<cell>7</cell>
<cell>7</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>on Furness</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>8</cell>
<cell>8</cell>
<cell>8</cell>
<cell>8</cell>
<cell>8</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Cumberland Dialect</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>9</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Provincial words</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell>10</cell>
<cell>10</cell>
<cell>10</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Mrs Radcliffe; Skiddaw</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>10</cell>
<cell>10</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Genius of the Caves</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>11</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Ennerdale</cell>
<cell>-</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>11</cell>
<cell>11</cell>
<cell>11</cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
</div>


<div type="editorial">
<div type="section">
<head rend="main">
Guide to the Lakes, Advertisements
</head>
<p rend="text">source type : West 1778</p>
<p rend="text">
Various advertisements, etc, appear in different editions of West's 
Guide to the Lakes. Relevant advertisements from a number of editions 
are listed below:-
</p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 2nd edn 1780
</head>
<p rend="text">
Preface page ii:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IN TRUTH A MORE PLEASING TOUR THAN THESE LAKES HOLD OUT TO MEN OF 
LEISURE AND CURIOSITY CANNOT BE DEVISED. WE PENETRATE THE GLACIERS, 
TRAVERSE THE RHONE AND THE RHINE, WHILST OUR DOMESTIC LAKES OF 
ULLS-WATER, KESWICK, AND WINDERMERE, EXHIBIT SCENES IN SO SUBLIME A 
STILE, WITH SUCH BEAUTIFUL COLOURINGS OF ROCK, WOOD, AND WATER, BACKED
WITH SO TREMENDOUS A DISPOSITION OF MOUNTAINS, THAT IF THEY DO NOT 
FAIRLY TAKE THE LEAD OF ALL THE VIEWS IN EUROPE, YET THEY ARE 
INDISPUTABLY SUCH AS NO ENGLISH TRAVELLER SHOULD LEAVE BEHIND HIM.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Cumberland's Dedication to Mr. Romney.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 5th edn 1793
</head>
<p rend="text">
Preface page i:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE Lakes. Engraved by S. ALKEN, from drawings by J. 
SMITH and J. EMES. / Printed for WM. CLARKE, No.38, New Bond Street, 
London; and sold by W. PENNINGTON, Kendal. / Directions for placing 
the Views in West's Guide to the Lakes.
</q></p>
<p rend="inset">
Vale of Lonsdale, : 25
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Coniston Lake, : 51
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Winandermere, great island, : 56
</p>
<p rend="inset">
..., from Calgarth, : 75
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Elter Water, : 76
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Stockgill Force, : 78
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Upper Cascade Rydal, : 79
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Rydal Water, : 81
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Grasmere Lake, : 82
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Leathes Water, : 84
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Derwent Water from Castle Crag, : 95
</p>
<p rend="inset">
... from Ormathwaite, : 112
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Buttermere, : 135
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Lowes Water, : 139
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Ulles Water, upper end, : 154
</p>
<p rend="inset">
..., towards Gowbarrow, : 156
</p>
<p rend="text">
Preface page ii:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This Day are Published, In a Portable Quarto Volume, price Twelve 
Shillings in Boards, PLANS OF The Lakes IN Cumberland, Westmorland, 
&amp;c. WITH AN ACCURATE SURVEY OF THE ROADS LEADING TO THEM, FROM 
PENRITH, KESWICK, &amp;c. ON A LARGE SCALE, And forming a Complete Guide 
for those who Make the TOUR of the LAKES. BY JAMES CLARKE, 
LAND-SURVEYOR. Printed for W. CLARKE, New Bond-street, London; and 
Sold by the AUTHOR'S WIDOW, Penrith, Cumberland; and W. PENNINGTON, 
Kendal.
</q></p>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the end of the volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
TWENTY VIEWS OF THE LAKES By MR. FARINGTON, ENGRAVED BY MR. BYRNE, AND
OTHERS.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
1. General view of Derwent and Bassenthwaite waters, from Ashness.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
2. View of Skiddaw, and Derwent-water, from Brandilow Woods
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
3. View of Lowdore water-fall.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
4. View of Grange, in Borrowdale.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
5. View of the lake and vale of Grasmere.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
6. View of Rydal-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
7. View of the bridge and town of Keswick.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
8. View of Brathay-Bridge, near Ambleside.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
9. View of the upper end of Ulls-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
10. View of the lower end of Ulls-water
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
11. View of the Palace of Patterdale.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
12. View of Patterdale, from Martindale-Fell.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
13. View of the lower water-fall at Rydal.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
14. View of Windermere-Water, from Gill-Head, below Bowness.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
15. View from Rydal, looking towards Windermere-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
16. View of Ambleside
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
17. View across Windermere-water, looking over the great island, from 
the hill above the ferry-house.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
18. North view on the road leading from Keswick to Ambleside, taken 
near the sixth mile stone.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
19. View looking down Windermere-water, from above Rayrig.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
20. View of the bridge and part of the village of Rydal.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Published by W. BYRNE, No 79. Tichfield Street, London; and sold by W.
PENNINGTON, Kendal,- Price four pound and eight shillings.
</q></p>
<p rend="text">
And last:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
MAY 1, 1793. IN THE COURSE OF THE PRESENT YEAR WILL BE PUBLISHED, A 
Series of Views of the Lakes, IN AQUA-TINTA, Of a proper size to bind 
with West's Guide, From Drawings by Messrs. SMITH and EMES. The Price 
will not exceed one Guinea.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Subscribers names are received by Mr. SMITH, Bryanstone Street, 
Portman Square; Mr. EMES, No.1, North Street, Upper Charlotte Street; 
Mr. BLAMIRE, Strand; and Mr. CLARKE, Bookseller, New Bond Street, 
London; also by Mr. PENNINGTON, Kendal, where specimens of the Work 
may be seen.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 5th edn 1793
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the back of the volume.
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE Lakes. Engraved by S. ALKEN, from drawings by J. 
SMITH and J. EMES. / Printed for WM. CLARKE, No.38, New Bond Street, 
London; and sold by W. PENNINGTON, Kendal. / Directions for placing 
the Views in West's Guide to the Lakes.
</q></p>
<p rend="inset">
[list as before]
</p>
<p rend="text">
Followed on the next page:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This Day are Published, In a Portable Quarto Volume, price Twelve 
Shillings in Boards, PLANS OF The Lakes IN Cumberland, Westmorland, 
&amp;c. WITH AN ACCURATE SURVEY OF THE ROADS LEADING TO THEM, FROM 
PENRITH, KESWICK, &amp;c. ON A LARGE SCALE, And forming a Complete Guide 
for those who Make the TOUR of the LAKES. BY JAMES CLARKE, 
LAND-SURVEYOR. Printed for W. CLARKE, New Bond-street, London; and 
Sold by the AUTHOR'S WIDOW, Penrith, Cumberland; and W. PENNINGTON, 
Kendal.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 6th edn 1796
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the end of the volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE LAKES By MESSRS. SMITH AND EMES, ENGRAVED BY MR. 
ALKEN. Of a proper size to bind with the Guide. ...
</q></p>
<p rend="inset">
[list as before]
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Printed for W. CLARKE, New Bond Street, London; and Sold by W. 
PENNINGTON, Kendal.- Price one Guinea.
</q></p>
<p rend="text">
Then:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
TWENTY VIEWS OF THE LAKES By MR. FARINGTON, ENGRAVED BY MR. BYRNE, AND
OTHERS.
</q></p>
<p rend="inset">
[list as before]
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Published by W. BYRNE, No 79. Tichfield Street, London; and sold by W.
PENNINGTON, Kendal,- Price four pound and eight shillings.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 7th edn 1799
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at end of volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE LAKES. BY MESSRS. SMITH AND EMES, ENGRAVED BY MR.
ALKEN. Of a proper size to bind with the Guide. [list] PRINTED FOR W. 
CLARKE, New Bond Street, London; and sold by W. PENNINGTON, Kendal. 
Price, one Guinea.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 8th edn 1802
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the end of the volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
THE FOLLOWING ARTICLES ARE SOLD BY WM. PENNINGTON, Kendal, and other 
Booksellers.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE LAKES, BY MESSRS. SMITH AND EMES, ENGRAVED BY MR.
ALKIN, Of a proper size to bind with the Guide, and consisting of / 
... / Price, 1l. 1s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
TWENTY VIEWS OF THE LAKES, BY MR. FARINGTON, ENGRAVED BY MR. BYRNE AND
OTHERS. Price, 4l. 8s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
TWENTY SELECT VIEWS OF THE LAKES, BY MR. HOLLAND, ENGRAVED BY MR. 
ROSENBERG. Price, 1l. 6s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
FOUR VIEWS OF THE LAKES, BY MR. WALMSLEY, ENGRAVED BY MR. JUKES. 
Price, 15s.; or, coloured, 1l. 10s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SMITH'S MAP OF THE LAKES, NEATLY COLOURED. Price, 4s.; or, on Canvas, 
in a Case, 6s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A MAP OF THE LAKES, NEATLY COLOURED. (The same as in the Guide). 
Price, 1s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
CROSTHWAITE'S MAPS OF THE LAKES. Price, 10s. 6d.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 9th edn 1807
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the end of the volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
LATELY PUBLISHED AND SOLD BY W. PENNINGTON, KENDAL, And other 
Booksellers.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE LAKES. BY MESSRS. SMITH AND EMES, ENGRAVED BY MR.
ALKIN. Of a proper size to bind with the Guide, and consisting of 
[list] Price, 1l. 1s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
TWENTY SELECT VIEWS OF THE LAKES, BY MR. HOLLAND, ENGRAVED BY MR. 
ROSENBERG. Price, 1l. 6s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SMITH'S MAP OF THE LAKES, NEATLY COLOURED. Price, 4s. or, on Canvas, 
in a Case, 6s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A MAP OF THE LAKES, NEATLY COLOURED. (The same as in the Guide.) 
Price, 1s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
CROSTHWAITE'S MAPS OF THE LAKES. Price, 10s. 6d.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, 10th edn 1812
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the end of the volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
LATELY PUBLISHED AND SOLD BY W. PENNINGTON, KENDAL, And other 
Booksellers.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
THE DESCRIPTIVE PART ONLY, of West's Guide to the Lakes. Price, 3s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIXTEEN VIEWS OF THE LAKES. BY MESSRS. SMITH AND EMES, ENGRAVED BY MR.
ALKIN, of a proper size to bind with the Guide, and consisting of 
[list] Price, 1l. 1s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SMITH'S MAP OF THE LAKES, NEATLY COLOURED. Price, 4s. or, on Canvas, 
in a Case, 6s.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A MAP OF THE LAKES, NEATLY COLOURED. (The same as in the Guide.) 
Price, 1s.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
West's Guide, descriptive part, 2nd edn 1813
</head>
<p rend="text">
Advertisement at the end of the volume:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
LATELY PUBLISHED, AND SOLD BY W. PENNINGTON, KENDAL, AND OTHER 
BOOKSELLERS, Price 6 Shillings, THE TENTH EDITION OF West's Guide to 
the Lakes, With the Map neatly coloured, various Notes, and an 
Addenda, containing
</q></p>
<p rend="inset">
[addenda listed]
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Smith's Map of the Lakes, neatly coloured, On Canvas, in a Case, 
Price, 7s. 6d.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A Map of the Lakes, neatly coloured, (the same as in the Guide) Price 
1s.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>

<div type="introduction">
<div type="section" n="1821.intro 1">
<head rend="main">
Transcription of Thomas West's Guide to the Lakes, 1778
</head>
<p rend="text">
This transcription, and notes, are from A Guide to the Lakes, 
published by William Pennington, Kendal, Westmorland, and in London, 
1778; using the 11th edition, 1821. This edition has footnotes by 
William Cockin, made for the 2nd and 3rd editions, 1780 and 1784, and 
numerous addenda. The copy used is in the Armitt Library, Ambleside, 
item AMATL:AS1221.
</p>
<p rend="text">source type : West 1778</p>
<head>
Transcription
</head>
<p rend="text">
Deciding how to arrange a transcription in 'records' which are 
destined to become html pages is not easy. Thomas West's text is ever 
so slightly rambling; there is no regular paragraph structure, no 
regular use of headings, though it's all very readable! even if the 
picturesque hyperbole is repetitive. The transcript here is made page 
by page, ignoring the problems that a sentence might be split across 
page breaks; excepting footnotes, which may go on from page to page, 
and which are gathered together on the page on which they start. The 
original markers for footnotes are star or asterisk, section sign, 
etc, which are replaced in the transcript by a serial number within 
each page.
</p>
<p rend="text">
Somewhen, the text, at present in MODES records, will migrate to xml. 
At this change the Text Encoding Initiative (TEI) should be 
considered, though at first sight that methodology seems very biased 
towards academic study of 'Literature' rather than everyday text. TEI 
would mark up the whole of West's text as one document, the particular
arrangement into pages for an edition treated as a subsidiary feature.
</p>
<p rend="text">
The exact typesetting has been ignored. In particular: font posture, 
italic or upright, is ignored (a future upgrade will have italics 
recognised); and hyphenation across lines has been removed, judging as
well as I am able to retain the hyphen where it likely belongs. A word
split across pages is left that way, but the beginning part of the 
word is added as inferred data to its continuation on the following 
page.
</p>
<p rend="text">
Peculiarities of spelling and grammar are preserved, some are perhaps 
just typesetter's errors; they are perhaps confirmed by '(sic)', 
though the variable use of o and ou in words like colour and honour is
not usually commented upon.
</p>
<p rend="text">
Also see OFR file:-
</p>
<p rend="text">
Notice that there is potential for interesting problems if the 
transcription is checked by machine for consistency of punctuation. It
happens that there are more open quotes than close quotes, and for 
quotes to remain unclosed at the end of a page of text ...
</p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>transcription</kw>
<kw>footnotes</kw>
<kw>Cockin, William</kw>
<kw>Armitt Library</kw>
<kw>West 1778</kw>
<kw>italic</kw>
<kw>hyphenation</kw>
<kw>spelling</kw>
<kw>grammar</kw>
<kw>Text Encoding Initiative</kw>
<kw>TEI</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="section" n="1821.intro 2">
<head>
Text Indexing
</head>
<p rend="text">
Keywords for indexing the text have been recorded, as well as I am 
able: using today's placenames as well as the text's versions; 
recognising unnamed places if possible; using locality type terms if 
nothing else is possible, in particular trying to spot 'stations' ie 
special viewpoints; indexing objects and topics only if useful. Thus, 
I have tried to interpret and understand the text to make the indexing
helful and comprehensible in today's world; a basic rule is 'would you
want this page if you were searching with this keyword?'
</p>
<head>
Marginal Comments
</head>
<p rend="text">
Marginal comments have been added by the present editor and attempt to
structure the text into journeys and descriptions at viewpoints, the 
stations, and of places.
</p>
<head>
Map Indexing
</head>
<p rend="text">
We have indexed maps by cutting them up into 'squares', using the 
national grid so that all maps conform to some extent, and indexing 
placename in both map and standard spellings to the map square. It is 
fairly easy to find place within a square, as long as it is not too 
crowded, and the map square is presented at a reasonable size.
</p>
<p rend="text">
The analogous process with text is to cut it up into pages and index 
placenames to page, again using both the text and standard spellings. 
The index terms are in the set of keywords allocated by the editor. 
But it is always a bother trying to find a placename within a whole 
page of text; not too difficult, but more trouble than is reasonable. 
The bits of text relevant to one place might be scattered over several
pages.
</p>
<head>
Gazetteer Extracts
</head>
<p rend="text">
For text, it is worth carrying out a further process. The chunks of 
text relevant to each place are extracted and gathered together, and 
loaded into the record for the place in a gazetteer. This is much 
easier to use. And you can still go to the original text and read it 
all in context. The gazetteer is arranged using standard placename 
spellings, today's version of the placename, but will be indexable on 
all sorts of spellings, and by other place data. The gazetteer can 
also hold extracts from other sources, and map square images.
</p>
<p rend="text">
Not all keywords allocated to the text will prompt a gazetteer entry. 
Some places in the text will be unidentifiable; for some places there 
will be no useful description (perhaps they shouldn't be indexed at 
all); some keywords are for other topics than places, char, clap 
bread, roads in general, etc.
</p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>keywords</kw>
<kw>indexing</kw>
<kw>placename</kw>
<kw>stations</kw>
</note>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>marginal notes</kw>
<kw>route descriptions</kw>
</note>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>indexing</kw>
<kw>keywords</kw>
<kw>gazetteer</kw>
<kw>map squares</kw>
<kw>pages</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="section" n="1821.intro 3">
<head>
Following West
</head>
<p rend="text">
Thomas West's description of his routes takes a great deal for 
granted; there are no grid references of locations, no step by step 
instructions. Thomas West uses trees and other landscape features for 
markers, which will have changed after more than 200 years. He 
travelled on foot and horseback so following his routes by car is not 
always practical; following them by foot would take more time than we 
have. Although paths are remarkably longlived they do change, as do 
roads. Some interpretation of Thomas West's routes is done from maps, 
some from our own travels, using car and foot. Forgive us our errors; 
we've done our best.
</p>
<p rend="text">
Thomas West in his time was a 'gentleman' and could presume on other 
gentlemen. He could ask to cross their private grounds, stand in their
gardens for views, and so on. Today this is not possible. As an 
individual you may be well behaved, gentlemanly, but the number of 
people wanting to see what there is to see, is too great for access to
be granted so easily.
</p>
</div>
<div type="section" n="1821.intro 4">
<head>
Stations
</head>
<p rend="text">
Thomas West suggests a number of 'stations' from which to appreciate a
view. These are noticed quite formally, in numbered sequences, for 
some of the lakes. But the reader should be aware that there are other
stations along the way, referred to in the text without a heading, and
that the system of headings is abandoned after Bassenthwaite Lake has 
been visited.
</p>
<p rend="text">
The gazetteer entries, and indexing keywords, use the term 'station' 
followed with a pertinent placename. Other authors introduced their 
own stations at later dates. In particular notice that the maps of 
Peter Crosthwaite, drawn in the 1780s, plot both West's and 
Crosthwaite's own stations.
</p>
<p rend="text">
The reader must also be aware that the term station is also used by 
Thomas West for roman camps etc.
</p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>stations</kw>
<kw>viewpoints</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="editorial">
<div type="section">
<head rend="red">
West 1778/1821, Marginal Notes
</head>
<head>
Synopsis
</head>
<p rend="text">
The marginal notes in the transcription are added by the editor. In 
effect they provide a synopsis of the lakeland tour proposed by Thomas
West in his guide book.
</p>
<table>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">frontispiece</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>fpce</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Grasmere, print</cell><cell>section <num>fpce</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">map</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>map</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>The Lakes</cell><cell>section <num>map</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">introduction</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>1</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Hornby 
Road</emph></cell><cell>section <num>6</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">introduction, 
continued</emph></cell><cell>section <num>7</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>itinerary</cell><cell>section <num>7</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>season to visit</cell><cell>section <num>7</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>itinerary from north</cell><cell>section <num>9</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>itinerary from south</cell><cell>section <num>10</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>telescope</cell><cell>section <num>11</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>landscape mirror</cell><cell>section <num>12</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Lancaster</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>13</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Lancaster Castle</cell><cell>section <num>13</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman camps</cell><cell>section <num>14</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>placename</cell><cell>section <num>14</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Lancaster Castle</cell><cell>section <num>15</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Wery Wall</cell><cell>section <num>17</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Romans</cell><cell>section <num>18</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Scots</cell><cell>section <num>19</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman altar (?)</cell><cell>section <num>20</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman potsherd &amp; roman coin</cell><cell>section 
<num>21</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>charter</cell><cell>section <num>22</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Lancaster</cell><cell>section <num>23</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Hornby Road</cell><cell>section <num>25</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Lancaster to 
Cartmel</emph></cell><cell>section <num>26</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Lancaster to Hest Bank &amp; Lancaster Sands</cell><cell>section
<num>26</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Cartmel</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>31</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Kents Bank to Cartmel &amp; Cartmel Priory</cell><cell>section 
<num>31</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Cartmel to 
Ulverston</emph></cell><cell>section <num>34</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Leven Sands</cell><cell>section <num>35</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ulverston</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>36</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>iron mines</cell><cell>section <num>37</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Furness Abbey</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>37</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">return to Ulverston</emph></cell><cell>section
<num>41</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Conishead Priory</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>42</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>stations, Conishead</cell><cell>section <num>44</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ulverston to Lowick &amp; Greenodd to 
Coniston</emph></cell><cell>section <num>46</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Coniston road</cell><cell>section <num>46</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Coniston Water</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>47</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Water Park</emph></cell><cell>section
<num>47</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">along Coniston 
Water</emph></cell><cell>section <num>48</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Peel Ness</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>49</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Beck Leven 
Foot</emph></cell><cell>section <num>51</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Coniston Water by 
boat</emph></cell><cell>section <num>52</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Coniston Water</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>53</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Coniston to 
Hawkshead</emph></cell><cell>section <num>54</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Hollin Bank S</cell><cell>section <num>54</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Esthwaite Water</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>55</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Hawkshead to 
Windermere</emph></cell><cell>section <num>56</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Windermere</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>56</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Station, Claife</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>57</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Harrow Farm</cell><cell>section <num>60</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Belle Isle 
S</emph></cell><cell>section <num>61</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Belle Isle 
N</emph></cell><cell>section <num>62</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Windermere by boat</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>63</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Rawlinson 
Nab</emph></cell><cell>section <num>65</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Brant Fell</emph></cell><cell>section
<num>66</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Windermere</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>70</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Bowness-on-Windermere</cell><cell>section <num>73</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Bowness to 
Ambleside</emph></cell><cell>section <num>73</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Rayrigg</cell><cell>section <num>73</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman fort, Ambleside</cell><cell>section <num>75</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ambleside</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>75</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Stockghyll Force</cell><cell>section <num>76</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ambleside to 
Keswick</emph></cell><cell>section <num>77</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Rydal waterfalls</cell><cell>section <num>78</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Rydal Hall &amp; station, Rydal Hall</cell><cell>section 
<num>79</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Rydal Water &amp; 
Grasmere</emph></cell><cell>section <num>80</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Grasmere Hill</cell><cell>section <num>80</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Loughrig Fell</cell><cell>section <num>81</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Leathes Water</cell><cell>section <num>83</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Station, Dalehead Hall</cell><cell>section <num>84</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Keswick</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>86</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Derwent Water</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>87</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Cockshot 
Wood</emph></cell><cell>section <num>87</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Crow Park</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>88</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Walla Crag</emph></cell><cell>section
<num>89</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">along Derwent Water</emph></cell><cell>section
<num>92</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Castle 
Crag</emph></cell><cell>section <num>94</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Keswick to 
Borrowdale</emph></cell><cell>section <num>96</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>return to Keswick</cell><cell>section <num>100</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Borrowdale to 
Ambleside</emph></cell><cell>section <num>101</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Crow Park</cell><cell>section <num>104</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Swinside</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>105</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Fawe Park</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>105</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Latrigg</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>106</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, River Greta</cell><cell>section <num>108</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Crosthwaite 
Vicarage</emph></cell><cell>section <num>110</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Derwent Water by 
boat</emph></cell><cell>section <num>112</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Derwent Water by 
moonlight</emph></cell><cell>section <num>116</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Derwent Water</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>117</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Bassenthwaite Lake</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>118</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Armathwaite 
Hall</emph></cell><cell>section <num>120</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Scarness</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>121</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Broadness</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>122</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">along Bassenthwaite 
Lake</emph></cell><cell>section <num>123</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman camps</cell><cell>section <num>124</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>along Bassenthwaite Lake</cell><cell>section 
<num>126</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">station, Beck 
Wythop</emph></cell><cell>section <num>126</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Keswick to 
Buttermere</emph></cell><cell>section <num>129</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Newlands Hause</cell><cell>section <num>129</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Buttermere</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>136</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>tourists' woes</cell><cell>section <num>137</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Crummock Water</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>138</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Loweswater</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>140</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Mellbreak</cell><cell>section <num>140</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">to Ennerdale and Wast 
Water</emph></cell><cell>section <num>141</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Keswick to Penrith</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>144</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman road &amp; roman camp</cell><cell>section 
<num>144</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Scots</cell><cell>section <num>149</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ullswater</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>151</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Dunmallard Hill</cell><cell>section 
<num>153</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>roman camp</cell><cell>section <num>154</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Stybarrow Crag</cell><cell>section 
<num>156</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Patterdale Hotel</cell><cell>section 
<num>157</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">along Ullswater</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>158</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Watermillock &amp; cannon &amp; 
echoes</cell><cell>section <num>161</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ullswater to 
Ambleside</emph></cell><cell>section <num>162</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Kirkstone Pass</cell><cell>section <num>162</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">to Haweswater</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>162</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Haweswater</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>163</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Haweswater to 
Kendal</emph></cell><cell>section <num>165</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Penrith</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>167</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>placename &amp; charter</cell><cell>section 
<num>169</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Giant's Grave</cell><cell>section <num>170</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">from Penrith</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>170</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Beacon Hill</cell><cell>section <num>172</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Shap Abbey</cell><cell>section <num>173</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Shap to Kendal</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>173</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>station, Stone Crag</cell><cell>section <num>176</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Kendal</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>177</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>manufactures</cell><cell>section <num>178</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>charter</cell><cell>section <num>179</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>church</cell><cell>section <num>179</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Kendal Castle</cell><cell>section <num>182</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">from Kendal</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>183</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Watercrook</cell><cell>section <num>183</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Levens Force etc</cell><cell>section <num>184</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>return to Kendal</cell><cell>section <num>187</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Kendal to Lancaster</emph></cell><cell>section
<num>188</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">addenda</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>193</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Dr Brown &amp; 
Keswick</emph></cell><cell>section <num>193</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Dr Dalton &amp; 
Keswick</emph></cell><cell>section <num>197</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Mr Gray's Journal</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>199</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Mr Cumberland &amp; Ode to the 
Sun</emph></cell><cell>section <num>224</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Rev Plumtre &amp; Night Piece on 
Windermere</emph></cell><cell>section <num>229</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">A Walker &amp; Dunald Mill 
Hole</emph></cell><cell>section <num>236</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Tour to the Caves &amp; Rev John 
Hutton</emph></cell><cell>section <num>238</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Furness Fells</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>284</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>eminences &amp; objects &amp; trees</cell><cell>section 
<num>284</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Ennerdale</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>293</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Cumberland Dialect</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>298</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Bashful Shepherd</cell><cell>section <num>298</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>Horace bk.4 ode 7</cell><cell>section <num>302</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">Mrs Radcliffe &amp; Ride over 
Skiddaw</emph></cell><cell>section <num>304</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">title page</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>i</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">preface</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>iii</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell>advertisement</cell><cell>section <num>vi</num></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell><emph rend="bold">contents</emph></cell><cell>section 
<num>vii</num></cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.fpce">
<p rend="text">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>frontispiece</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Grasmere, print</kw>
</note>
Frontispiece
</p>
<p rend="text">Image WS21F.jpg. 
<caption rend="quote">I. Feary delint. / Engraved by Robt. Havell &amp; 
Son. / GRASMERE.</caption>
</p>
<p rend="text">
The hills appear to be Helm Crag on the left; the road to Keswick 
going up to Dunmail Raise; then Seat Sandal and the Helvellyn Range 
which in reality would be visible from an elevated position; Great 
Rigg leading up to Fairfield; and part of Rydal Fell to the right.
</p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Feary, I</kw>
<kw>Havell, Robert and Son</kw>
<kw>cattle</kw>
<kw>agriculture</kw>
<kw>dairy</kw>
<kw>milking</kw>
<kw>Helm Crag</kw>
<kw>Seat Sandal</kw>
<kw>Dunmail Raise</kw>
<kw>Great Rigg</kw>
<kw>Fairfield</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.i">
<p rend="text">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>title page</kw>
</note>
Title page, 11th edition:-
</p>
<p rend="text">Image WS21T.jpg. 
</p>
<p>
<head>
A GUIDE TO THE LAKES, IN CUMBERLAND, WESTMORLAND, AND LANCASHIRE. 
<emph rend="italic">BY THE AUTHOR OF THE ANTIQUITIES OF FURNESS.</emph>
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>For Nature here</l>
<l>Wanton'd as in her prime, and play'd at will</l>
<l>Her virgin fancies.</l>
<l>Wild above rule or art (and beauteous form'd)</l>
<l>A happy rural seat of various view.</l>
<l>- <emph rend="italic">Paradise Lost</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
THE ELEVENTH EDITION KENDAL: PRINTED FOR W. PENNINGTON, AND SOLD BY J.
RICHARDSON, ROYAL-EXCHANGE, LONDON. 1821. <emph rend="italic">PRICE SEVEN 
SHILLINGS.</emph>
</q></p>
<p rend="text">
Reverse of title page, ie page ii:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Printed by J. Kilner, Market-Place, Kendal.</emph>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>title page</kw>
<kw>Nature</kw>
<kw>Pennington, William</kw>
<kw>Richardson, J</kw>
<kw>Kilner, J</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.iii">
<p rend="text">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>preface</kw>
</note>
Preface, page iii:-
</p>
<p>
<head>
PREFACE
</head></p>
<p>
<head>
TO THE SECOND EDITION.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">THE speedy sale of the first edition of this work, has 
induced the 
publishers to use their best endeavours to make the present one still 
more worthy of public encouragement, by subjecting it to such 
alterations and improvements as were judged necessary to complete its 
design,- and of which it may be here proper to give some account.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">The many imperfections of style and composition which but 
too 
evidently appeared in the first impression, are attempted to be 
rectified in this. Some additional matter is introduced into the body 
of the text, and a few notes are inserted on incidental subjects which
were thought to be properly allied to the leading one. An 
</emph>ADDENDA<emph rend="italic"> is subjoined, containing a collection of 
several 
valuable miscellaneous pieces which have occasionally appeard 
respecting the lakes. And a friend of the publishers has communicated 
an original article, called </emph>A TOUR TO THE CAVES<emph rend="italic">, 
which, it is 
hoped, will not only entertain, but be found particularly accurate as 
to matter of fact.-</emph>
</q></p>
<p rend="text">
Preface, page iv:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">In short, the publishers have done every thing in their 
power to 
make this </emph>GUIDE<emph rend="italic"> as complete and useful as its object 

is curious
and popular.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GUIDES <emph rend="italic">of every description should be well acquainted with 
the 
regions in which they exercise their vocation; and it must be natural 
for the purchasers of this manual to wish to know something of its 
author, and the pretensions he has to claim their implicit confidence 
in the character he assumes. This curiosity may now be properly 
indulged, as he is no longer within reach of either praise or 
censure;- but what we have to say on the subject will be very 
short.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
MR. WEST, <emph rend="italic">late of Ulverston, author of this tract, and also 

of the 
Antiquities of Furness, is supposed to have had the chief part of his 
education on the Continent, where he afterwards presided as a 
professor in some of the branches of natural philosophy: whence it 
will appear, that, though upon some account or other, he had not 
acquired the habit of composing correctly in English, he must 
nevertheless have been a man of learning. He had seen many parts of 
Europe, and considered what was extraordinary in them with a curious, 
if not with judicious, and philosophic eye. Having in the latter part 
of his life much leasure time on his hands, he frequently accompanied 
genteel parties on the Tour of the Lakes; and after he had formed the 
design of drawing up his Guide, besides consulting the most esteemed 
writers on the subject (as Dr. Brown, Messrs. Gray, Young, Pennant, 
&amp;c.), he took several journeys, on purpose to examine the lakes, and 
to collect such information concerning them, from the neighbouring 
gentlemen, as he thought necessary to complete the work, and make it 
truly deserving of its title. From these particulars, and the internal
evidence of the following pages, it is presumed</emph>
</q></p>
<p rend="text">
Preface, page v:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">the reader will be satisfied that the author was, in the 
most 
essential respects, well qualified for his undertaking. And should 
some of his digressions into antiquity be thought too long, or a few 
descriptions want precision, and now and then a station be dubiously 
pointed out - if, on the whole, the matter be selected by no uniform 
plan - let it be remembered, few writers of tours have been able to 
avoid blemishes of this kind, and that the chief end of the work is 
accomplished, if, along with due copiousness, it be authentic in the 
principal articles of local information.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Before the author's death (which happened very lately [1]) 
he had 
collected some new matter for this tract, which is introduced in the 
present edition in the manner he designed; but the revision of the 
language, &amp;c. mentioned before, fell of course to another person; and,
in justice to him and the author, it is proper to say here in what 
manner it has been executed.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">As there is something particular, and often pleasing in the 


author's strokes of description, and manner of thinking, care has been
taken, all along to preserve his ideas as much as possible, in his own
order, terms, and mode of construction. A few needless repetitions aud
(sic) redundancies have, indeed, been retrenched, but little has been 
added which was not necessary to complete the sense. On this account, 
as the work is in itself more of an useful than entertaining nature, 
it is presumed the judicious reader will not yet expect elegance of 
language, but be satisfied if, on the whole, he find it decently 
perspicuous and correct.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
September 28, 1779.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>preface</kw>
<kw>addenda</kw>
<kw>West, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Tour of the Lakes</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Brown, Dr</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.preface iii.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. WEST died the 10th of July, 1779, at the ancient seat of the 
Stricklands, at Sizergh, in Westmorland, in the sixty-third year of 
his age; and, according to his own request, was interred in the choir,
or chapel, belonging to the Strickland Family in Kendal Church.- As he
was a man of worth as well as ingenuity, this further short memorial 
of his exit will not need an apology.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>West, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Holy Trinity, Kendal</kw>
<kw>Strickland chapel</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.vi">
<p rend="text">
<note type="margin">
<kw>advertisement</kw>
</note>
Advertisement, page vi:-
</p>
<p>
<head>
ADVERTISEMENT.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The late ingenious Mr. COCKIN, of Burton, wrote the preface to the 
second edition of this work, and revised the whole after the death of 
Mr. WEST: he also wrote all the articles marked with the letter X. All
who knew Mr. C. will be satisfied how well he was qualified for the 
undertaking; and the internal evidence of the articles themselves, and
the sale of ten editions. will, it is expected, be sufficient for 
others.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In thus edition, such corrections and improvements are made, as have 
appeared necessary since the publication of the former, in order to 
make the whole complete.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
W. P.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Kendal, 1821.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Cockin, William</kw>
<kw>Pennington, William</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.vii">
<p rend="text">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>contents</kw>
</note>
Contents, page vii:-
</p>
<p>
<head>
TABLE OF THE LAKES,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IN THE Order they are described.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
1. Coniston-water ... [PAGE.] 46
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
2. Esthwaite-water ... 55
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
3. Windermere-water ... 56
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
4. Rydal-water ... 80
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
5. Grasmere-water ... <emph rend="italic">ib</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
6. Leathes-water ... 83
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
7. Derwent-water ... 86
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
8. Bassenthwaite-water ... 118
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
9. Buttermere-water ... 129
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
10. Cromack-water ... 138
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
11. Lowes-water ... 140
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
12. Ulls-water ... 151
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
13. Hawes-water ... 162
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
THE CHIEF TOWNS
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
DESCRIBED (OR PASSED THOUGH) IN THIS TOUR.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Lancaster ... 13
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Cartmel ... 31
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Ulverston ... 36
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Dalton in Furness ... 41
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(Hawkshead) ... 55
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Ambleside ... 75
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Keswick ... 86
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Penrith ... 167
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(Shap) ... 173
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Kendal ... 177
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(Burton in Kendal) ... 188
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Articles contained in the Addenda.</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
ARTICLE I. Dr. Brown's Description of the Vale and Lake of Keswick ...
193
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
II. Extract from Dr. Dalton's Descriptive Poem ... 187
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
III. Mr. Gray's Journal of his Northern Tour ... 199
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IV. Mr. Cumberland's Ode to the Sun ... 224
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
V. A Night-Piece, on the Banks of Windermere ... 229
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
VI. Description of Dunald-Mill Hole ... 236
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
VII. A Tour to the Caves in the West Riding of Yorkshire ... 238
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
VIII. Further Account of the Furness Fells &amp;c. ... 284
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IX. Account of Ennerdale ... 293
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X. Specimens of the Cumberland Dialect ... 298
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
XI. Mrs. Radcliffe's Description of the Scenery in a ride over Skiddaw
... 304
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>contents</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>map</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>The Lakes</kw>
</note>
A Map of the Lakes is tipped in facing page 1 in this copy of the 11th
edition.
</p>
<p rend="text">Image WS02.jpg. 
<caption rend="quote">A MAP of the LAKES in Cumberland, Westmorland 
and Lancashire.</caption>
</p>
</div>
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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>introduction</kw>
</note>
<head>
A GUIDE TO THE LAKES.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SINCE persons of genius, taste, and observation, began to make the 
tour of their own country, and to give such pleasing accounts of the 
natural history and improving state of the northern part of the 
kingdom, the spirit of visiting them has diffused itself among the 
curious of all ranks.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Particularly the taste for one branch of a noble art [1] (cherished 
under the protection of the greatest kings and best of men) in which 
the genius of Britain rivals that of ancient Greece and modern Rome, 
induces many to visit the lakes of Cumberland, Westmorland, and 
Lancashire; there to contemplate in Alpine scenery, finished in 
nature's highest tints, the pastoral and rural landscape, exhibited in
all their styles, the soft, the rude, the romantic, and the sublime; 
and of which, perhaps, like instances can no where be found assembled 
in so small a tract of country.- What may be <emph rend="italic">now</emph> 
mentioned as 
another in-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>map</kw>
<kw>Map of the Lakes in Cumberland, Westmorland and Lancashire</kw>
<kw>West 1784 map</kw>
<kw>introduction</kw>
<kw>landscape</kw>
<kw>landscape painting</kw>
<kw>painting</kw>
<kw>Guide to the Lakes</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.1.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Landscape Painting.
</q></p>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
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[in]ducement to visit these natural beauties, is the goodness of the 
roads, which are much improved since Mr. Gray made his tour in 1765, 
and Mr. Pennant in 1772. The gentlemen of these counties have set a 
precedent worthy of imitation in the politest parts of the kingdom, by
opening, at private expense, carriage roads for the ease and safety of
such as visit the country; and the public roads are equally properly 
attended to.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The design of the following sheets is to encourage the taste for 
visiting the lakes, by furnishing the traveller with a Guide; and for 
that purpose, the writer has here collected and laid before him all 
the select stations and points of view, noticed by those authors who 
have made the tour of the lakes, verified by his own repeated 
observations. He has also added remarks on the principal objects, as 
they appear viewed from the different stations; and such other 
incidental information as he judged would greatly facilitate and 
heighten the pleasure of the tour, and relieve the traveller from the 
burthen of those tedious enquiries on the road, or at the inns, which 
generally embarrass, and often mislead.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The local knowledge here communicated will not, however, injure, much 
less prevent,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
<kw>stations</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
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the agreeable surprise that attends the first sight of scenes that 
surpass all description, and of objects which will always affect the 
spectator in the highest degree.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Such as wish to unbend the mind from anxious cares or fatiguing 
studies, will meet with agreeable relaxation in making the tour of the
lakes. Something new will open itself at the turn of every mountain, 
and a succession of ideas will be supported by a perpetual change of 
objects, and a display of scenes behind scenes in endless perspective.
The <emph rend="italic">contemplative</emph> traveller will be charmed with the 

sight of 
the sweet retreats that he will observe in these enchanting regions of
calm repose; and the <emph rend="italic">fanciful</emph> may figuratively 
review the hurry
and bustle of busy life, in all its gradations, in the variety of 
unshaded rills that hang on the mountains' sides, the hasty brooks 
that warble through the dell, or the mighty torrents precipitating 
themselves at once with thundering noise from tremendous rocky 
heights; all pursuing one general end, their increase in the vale, and
their union in the ocean.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Such as spend their lives in cities, and their time in crowds, will 
here meet with objects that will enlarge the mind, by contemplation, 
and raise it from nature to nature's first
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>objects</kw>
<kw>ideas</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
cause. Whoever takes a walk into these scenes, must return penetrated 
with a sense of the Creator's power, in heaping mountains upon 
mountains, and enthroning rocks upon rocks. Such exhibitions of 
sublime and beautiful objects cannot but excite at once both rapture 
and reverence.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
When exercise and change of air are recommended for health, the 
convalescent will find the latter here in the purest state, and the 
former will be the concomitant of the tour. The many hills and 
mountains of various heights, separated by narrow vales, through which
the air is agitated and hurried on, by a multiplicity of brooks and 
mountain torrents, keep it in constant circulation, which is known to 
add much to its purity. The water is also as pure as the air, and on 
that account recommends itself to the valetudinarian.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As there are few people, in easy circumstances, but may find a motive 
for visiting this extraordinary region, so more especially those who 
intend to make the continental tour should begin here; as it will 
give, in miniature, an idea of what they are to meet with there, in 
traversing the Alps and Appenines; to which our northern mountains are
not inferior in beauty of line, or variety
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>convalescence</kw>
<kw>air</kw>
<kw>water</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
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of summit, number of lakes, and transparency of water; not in 
colouring of rock, or softness of turf; but in height and extent only.
The mountains here are all accessible to the summit, and furnish 
prospects no less surprising, and with more variety than the Alps 
themselves. The tops of the highest Alps are inaccessible, being 
covered with everlasting snow, which commencing at regular heights 
above the cultivated tracts, of wooded and verdant sides, form, 
indeed, the highest contrast in nature; for there may be seen all the 
variety of climate in one view. To this, however, we oppose the sight 
of the ocean, from the summit of all the higher mountains, as it 
appears intersected with promontories, decorated with islands, and 
animated with navigation; which adds greatly to the perfection and 
variety of all grand views.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Those who have traversed the Alps, visited the lake of Geneva, and 
viewed Mount Blanc, the highest of the Glaziers, from the valley of 
Chamouni, in Savoy, may still find entertainment in this domestic 
tour. To trace the analogy and differences of mountainous countries, 
furnishes the observant traveller with amusement; and the travelled 
visitor of the Cumbrian lakes and mountains, will not be disappointed 
of pleasure in this particular [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>climate</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.5.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In truth, a more pleasing tour than these lakes hold out to men of 
leisure and curiosity cannot be devised. We penetrate the Glaziers, 
traverse the Rhone and the Rhine, whilst our domestic lakes of 
Ulls-water, Keswick, and Windermere, exhibit seenes (sic) in so 
sublime a style, with such beautiful colourings of rock, wood, and 
water, backed with so tremendous a disposition of mountains, that if 
they do not fairly take the lead of all the views of Europe, yet they 
are indisputably such as no English traveller should leave behind him.
- <emph rend="italic">Mr. Cumberland's Dedication to Mr. Romney.</emph>
</q></p>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This Guide may also be of use to the artist who may purpose to copy 
any of these views and landscapes, by directing his choice of 
stations, and pointing out the principal objects. Yet it is not 
presumed positively to decide on these particulars, but only to 
suggest hints, that may be adopted or rejected at his pleasure.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Hornby Road</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The late Mr. Gray was a great judge of landscapes; yet whoever makes 
choice of his station at the three mile stone from Lancaster, on the 
Hornby road, will fail in taking one of the finest afternoon rural 
views in England. The station he points out is a quarter of a mile too
low and somewhat too much to the left. The more advantageous station, 
as I apprehend, is on the south side of the great, or Queen's road, a 
little higher than where Mr. Gray stood; for there the vale is in full
display, including a long reach of the river and the wheel of Lune, 
forming a high crowned isthmus, fringed with tall trees, that in time 
past was the solitary site of a hermit [1]. A few
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>artist</kw>
<kw>painting</kw>
<kw>landscape painting</kw>
<kw>stations</kw>
<kw>objects</kw>
<kw>station, Hornby Road</kw>
<kw>Wheel of Lune</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>hermit</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.6.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Hugh, to whom William de Lancastre, sixth baron of Kendal, gave a 
certain place called Askeleros and Croc, to look to his fishing in the
river Loyn [or Lune.] - <emph rend="italic">Burn's Westmorland, p.</emph>31.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hugh, the Hermit</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, William de</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>fishing</kw>
<kw>Askeleros and Croc</kw>
</note>
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</p>
<p>
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trees preserved on purpose by the owner, conceal the nakedness of 
Caton-Moor on the right, and render the view complete.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>introduction, continued</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>itinerary</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
By company from the south (sic), the lakes may be best visited by 
beginning with Hawes-water, and ending with Coniston-water, or <emph 
rend="italic">vice
versa</emph>. Mr. Gray began his tour with Ulls-water, but did not see 
all the Lakes.- Mr. Pennant proceeded from Coniston-water to 
Windermere-water, &amp;c. but omitted Ulls and Hawes-water. Mr. Gray was 
too late in the season for enjoying the beauties of prospect and rural
landscape in a mountainous country; for in October the dews lie long 
on the grass in the morning, and the clouds descend soon in the 
evening, and conceal the mountains. Mr. Pennant was too early in the 
spring, when the mountains were mantled with snow, and the dells were 
darkened with impenetrable mist; hence his gloomy description of the 
beautiful and romantic vale of St. John, in his journey from Ambleside
to Keswick. Flora displays few of her charms early in May, in a 
country that has been chilled by seven winter months.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>season to visit</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The best season for visiting the Lakes is from the beginning of June 
to the end of Au-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Caton Moor</kw>
<kw>itineraries</kw>
<kw>season to visit</kw>
<kw>winter</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[Au]gust [1]. During these months the mountains are decked in all the 
trim of summer vegetation, and the woods and trees which hang on the 
mountains' sides, and adorn the banks of the Lakes, are robed in every
variety of foliage and summer bloom. In August nature has given her 
highest tints to all her colours on the enamelled plain and borders of
the Lakes. These are also the months favorable to botanic studies. 
Some rare plants are then only to be found; such as delight in Alpine 
heights, or such as appear in ever-shaded dells, or gloomy vales [2].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Young visited the Lakes in this fine season, and saw them all, 
except Coniston and Esthwaite (both Lancashire Lakes), which are on 
the western side of the others, and lie parallel to Windermere-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Nothing but want of information could have prevented that curious 
traveller from
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>season to visit</kw>
<kw>botany</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.8.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Those, however, who love to see the variety of <emph rend="italic">green</emph> 

and 
<emph rend="italic">olive</emph> tints which appear in the <emph rend="italic">
springing</emph> and 
<emph rend="italic">decaying</emph> foliage, would be much pleased with a sight 

of the 
lakes, either in May or September.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>season to visit</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.8.2">
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Can Flora's self recount the shrubs and flowers,</l>
<l>That scent the shade, that clasp the rocky bowers?</l>
<l>From the hard veins of sapless marble rise</l>
<l>The fragrant race, and shoot into the skies.</l>
<l>Wond'rous the cause! can human search explore</l>
<l>What vegetation lurks in every pore?</l>
<l>What in the womb of different strata breeds?</l>
<l>What fills the universe with genial seeds?</l>
<l>Wond'rous the cause! and fruitless to enquire,</l>
<l>Our wiser part is humbly to admire.</l>
<l>- <emph rend="italic">Killarney</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Killarney, poem</kw>
<kw>Flora</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
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visiting the whole range of the lakes; which had he done, and 
described their scenery with that accuracy and glow of colouring he 
has bestowed upon the lakes of Keswick, Windermere, &amp;c. a copy of his 
account would have served for a guide to all who make the same tour.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>itinerary from north</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The course of visiting the lakes from Penrith, is by Bampton to 
Hawes-water, and from thence to Ulls-water, and return to Penrith. 
Next set out for Keswick, seventeen miles good road. Having seen the 
wonders of Keswick, and the environs, depart for Ambleside, fifteen 
miles of excellent mountain road, which afford much entertainment. 
From Ambleside ride along the side of Windermere, six miles, to 
Bowness, and, having explored the lake, either return to Ambleside, 
and from thence to Hawkshead, five miles, or cross Windermere at the 
ferry, to Hawkshead, 4 miles. The road, part of the way, is along the 
beautiful banks of Esthwaite-water. From Hawkshead the road is along 
the skirts of the Furness Appenines, to the head of Coniston-water, 
three miles, good road. This lake stretches from the feet of 
Coniston-fells to the south, six miles. The road is on the eastern 
side, along its banks, to Lowick-Bridge; from thence to Ulverston by 
Penny-Bridge, or by Lowick-Hall, eight miles; good carriage road
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>itineraries</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
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<q rend="quote continued">
every where. From Ulverston, by Dalton, to the ruins of Furness Abbey,
six miles. Return to Ulverston, from thence to Kendal, twenty-one 
miles, or to Lancaster, over the sands, twenty miles.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>itinerary from south</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
This order of making the tour of the lakes is the most convenient for 
company coming from the north, or over Stainmoor; but for such company
as come by Lancaster, it will be more convenient to begin the visit 
with Coniston-water. By this course, the lakes lie in an order more 
agreeable to the eye, and grateful to the imagination. The change of 
scenes is from what is pleasing, to what is surprising; from the 
delicate touches of <emph rend="italic">Claude</emph>, verified on Coniston 
lake, to the 
noble scenes of <emph rend="italic">Poussin</emph>, exhibited on Windermere; 
and, from 
these, to the stupendous, romantic ideas of <emph rend="italic">Salvator 
Rosa</emph>, 
realized on Derwent-lake.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This Guide shall therefore take up the company at Lancaster, and 
attend them in the tour to all the lakes [1]; pointing out (what only 
can be described) the <emph rend="italic">permanent</emph> features of each 
scene; the 
vales, the dells, the groves, the hanging woods, the scattered cots, 
the deep mountains, the impending cliff, the broken ridge, &amp;c. Their 
<emph rend="italic">accidental</emph> beauties depend upon a variety of 
circumstances; 
light
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>itineraries</kw>
<kw>Poussin</kw>
<kw>Dughet, Gaspard</kw>
<kw>Lorrain, Claude</kw>
<kw>Claude</kw>
<kw>Rosa, Salvator</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.10.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
An abridged view of the tour may be seen in a table of roads at the 
end.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>itineraries</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
and shade, the air, the winds, the clouds, the situation with respect 
to objects, and the time of the day. For though the ruling tints be 
permanent, yet the green and gold of the meadow and vale, and the 
brown and purple of the mountain, the silver gray of the rock, and the
azure hue of the cloud-topt pike, are frequently varied in appearance,
by an inter-mixture of reflection from wandering clouds, or other 
bodies, or a sudden stream of sunshine that harmonizes all the parts 
anew. The pleasure therefore arising from such scenes is in some sort 
accidental.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>telescope</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
To render the tour more agreeable, the company should be provided with
a telescope, for viewing the fronts and summits of inacccssible (sic) 
rocks, and the distant country from the tops of the high mountains 
Skiddaw and Helvellyn. [1]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>light</kw>
<kw>clouds</kw>
<kw>winds</kw>
<kw>colours</kw>
<kw>telescope</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.11.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As descriptions of prospects, greatly extended and variegated, are 
often more tedious than entertaining, perhaps the reader will not 
lament that our author has not any where attempted to delineate a view
taken from either of these capital mountains, but rather wish he had 
shown the same judgement of omission in some other parts of his work. 
However, as an apology of the most persuasive kind for what may appear
either prolix or too high-coloured, in some of the following 
descriptions, let it be noted by the candid reader, at the out-set, 
that the lakes were his favourite object, and on which he thought 
enough could scarce ever be said, and, that the seducing effects of an
ardent passion, are, in any case, easier to discover in others, than 
to rectify in ourselves. X.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
N. B. In this edition is given Mrs. Radcliffe's description of the 
scenery in a ride over Skiddaw, Addenda, Article XI.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>literary style</kw>
<kw>descriptions</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The landscape mirror will also furnish much amusement in this tour. 
Where the objects are great and near, it removes them to a due 
distance, and shows them in the soft colours of nature, and in the 
most regular perspective the eye can perceive, or science demonstrate.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The mirror is of the greatest use in sunshine, and the person using it
ought always to turn his back on the object that he views. It should 
be suspended by the upper part of the case, holding it a little to the
right or left (as the position of the parts to be viewed require) and 
the face screened from the sun.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The mirror is a plano-convex glass, and should be the segment of a 
large circle; otherwise distant and small objects are not perceived in
it; but if the glass be too flat, the perspective view of great and 
near objects is less pleasing, as they are represented too near. These
inconveniences may be provided against by two glasses of different 
convexity. The dark glass answers well in sunshine; but on cloudy and 
gloomy days the silver foil is better. Whoever uses spectacles upon 
other occasions, must use them in viewing landscapes in these mirrors.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>colours</kw>
<kw>perspective</kw>
<kw>spectacles</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
</note>
<head>
LANCASTER [1].
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Lancaster Castle</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">THE GATEWAY TOWER.</emph>
</q></p>
<p rend="text">Image WS2113.jpg. 
<caption rend="text">Engraving of the Gateway Tower, Lancaster 
Castle.</caption>
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
THE castle here is the first object that attracts the attention of the
curious traveller. The elevation of the site, and the magnificence of 
the front, strike the imagination with the idea of a place of much 
strength, beauty, and importance; and such it has been ever since its 
foundation, on the arrival of the Romans in these parts. An eminence 
of swift descent, that commands the fords of a great tiding riv-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>castle</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Castle</kw>
<kw>Gateway Tower</kw>
<kw>Romans</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.13.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(<emph rend="italic">Longovicum</emph>, Notit, Imper.)
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Longovicum</kw>
<kw>Notitia Dignitatum</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman camps</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote continued">
[riv]er, would not be neglected by so able a general as Agricola; and 
accordingly he occupied the crown of this eminence in the summer of 
his second campaign, and of the christian aera 79, and here he erected
a station to secure his conquest and the passes of the river, whilst 
he proceeded with his army across the bay of Morecambe, into Furness. 
The station was called Longovicum, and in process of time the 
inhabitants were called Longovices, i.e. a people living upon the Lon 
or Lune. The station communicated with Overborough, by exploratory 
mounts (some of them still remaining) on the banks of the Lune, which 
also answered the purposes of guarding the fords of the river, and 
overawing the natives. The mounts of Halton, Melling, and at the east 
end of the bridge of Lune, near Hornby are still entire. The station 
at Lancaster was connected with that at Watercrook, near Kendal, by 
the intervention of the beacon on Warton Crag, and the castellum on 
the summit of a hill that rises immediately above Watercrook, at 
present called Castle Steads.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>placename</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The town that Agricola found here, belonged to the western Brigantes, 
and in their language was called Caer Werid, i.e. the Green Town. The 
name is still retained in that part of the town called Green Aer, for
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Agricola</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Morecambe Bay</kw>
<kw>Furness</kw>
<kw>Longovicum</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Overborough</kw>
<kw>Over Burrow</kw>
<kw>Halton</kw>
<kw>Melling</kw>
<kw>Hornby</kw>
<kw>Watercrook</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Watercrook</kw>
<kw>Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>beacon, Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Steads</kw>
<kw>castlesteads, Stainton</kw>
<kw>Helm, The</kw>
<kw>beacon, Helm</kw>
<kw>Brigantes</kw>
<kw>Caer Werid</kw>
<kw>Green Town</kw>
<kw>Green Aer</kw>
<kw>placename, Lancaster</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Green Caer; the British construction being changed, and Werid 
translated into English.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Lancaster Castle</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The green mount on which the castle stands appears to be an artefactum
of the Romans. In digging into it a few years ago, a Roman silver 
denarius was found at a great depth. The eminence has been surrounded 
with a great moat.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The present structure is generally supposed to have been built by 
Edward III. but some parts seem to be of a higher date. There are 
three styles of architecture very evident in the present castle [1]. 
1. Round Towers, distant from each other about 26 paces, and joined by
a wall and open gallery. On the western side there remain two entire, 
and from their distance, and the visible foundation of others, it 
appears they have been in number seven, and that the form of the 
castle was then a polygon. One of the towers is called Adrian's tower,
probably from something formerly standing there dedicated to that 
emperor. They are two stages high; the lights are narrow slits: the 
hanging gallery is supported by a single row of corbels, and the lower
stages communicate by a close gallery in the wall. Each stage was 
vaulted with a plain pyramidal vault of great height. Those in the 
more southern towers are entire, and called John of Gaunt's ovens; but
the calling them so is as ridiculous as groundless.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Green Caer</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Castle</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>coin, roman</kw>
<kw>roman coin</kw>
<kw>denarius</kw>
<kw>moat</kw>
<kw>Adrian's Tower</kw>
<kw>John o' Gaunt's Ovens</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.15.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In 1778.
</q></p>
</div>
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<q rend="quote">
Taillebois, baron of Kendal, is the first after the conquest who was 
honoured with the command of this castle; and William de Taillebois in
the reign of Henry II, obtained leave to take the surname of 
Lancaster. It is therefore probable that the barons of Kendal either 
built or repaired the ancient castle, in which they resided, until 
they erected, upon the summer site of the station of Concangium, their
castle at Kendal; for the remains of some of the bastions <emph rend="italic">
there</emph>
agree in style with the towers <emph rend="italic">here</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
2. The second distinct style of building in Lancaster castle, is a 
square tower of great height the lower part of which is of remote 
antiquity; the windows are small and round headed, ornamented with 
plain short pillars on each side. The upper part of this magnificent 
tower is a modern repair; the masonry shows it; and a stone in the 
battlement, on the northern side, inscribed
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
E. R. / 1585 R. A.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
proves that the repair was made in the time of Queen Elizabeth. It is 
pretty evident that two towers, with the rampart have been removed to 
give light and air to the lower windows on the outside of the great 
square tower; and it is joined by a wall of communication to Adrian's 
tower, that could not be there when the other two round towers were 
standing. There are two lesser square towers on the opposite side of 
the <emph rend="italic">yard</emph> or <emph rend="italic">court</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal, Baron of</kw>
<kw>Taillebois, William de</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, William de</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Castle</kw>
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
<kw>Concangium</kw>
<kw>Elizabeth I</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<q rend="quote">
3. The third style of building is the front or gateway. This may be 
given to Edward III., or to his son John of Gaunt. It faces the east, 
and is a magnificent building in the Gothic style. It opens with a 
noble and lofty pointed arch, defended by overhanging battlements, 
supported by a triple range of corbels, cut in the form of boultins. 
The intervals are pierced for the descent of missiles, and on each 
side rise two light watch-towers. Immediately over the gate is an 
ornamental niche, which probably once contained the figure of the 
founder. On one side is still to be seen, on a shield, France 
quartered with England; on the other side, the same with a label 
ermine of three points, the distinction of John of Gaunt, duke of 
Lancaster, fourth son of Edward III., the first English monarch that 
quartered France and England on a shield.- It was Henry V. that 
reduced the lilies of France to three [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Wery Wall</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
On the north side of the hill, below the church-yard, are some remains
of the wall that encompassed the station. It retains part of the 
ancient name of the place, being called Wery-wall. Those who suppose 
it to be that part of the priory-inclosure-wall, which was
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Edward III</kw>
<kw>John o' Gaunt</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, Henry V</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, Edward III</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, royal</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Duke of</kw>
<kw>Henry V</kw>
<kw>Wery Wall</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.17.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The improvements lately made in the castle, under the direction of Mr.
Harrison, are very extensive, in the best style of Gothic 
architecture, and add greatly to the noble appearance of that ancient 
building.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Harrison, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
situated on the north-side of the church-yard, may be satisfied it is 
not so, by viewing the part of the inclosure-wall yet standing, which 
is a thin mouldering fabric; whereas the Wery-wall is a cemented mass,
that nothing but great violence can injure. Another fragment of it 
stands at a stile on the foot path, under the west end of the 
church-yard [1]. It is frequently met with in the church-yard, and its
direction is to the western side of the castle. The father of the late
William Bradshaw, Esq. of Halton, remembered the Wery-wall projecting 
over Bridge lane, and pointed directly to the river. This could never 
be the direction of the priory wall. To say nothing of the name which 
tradition has preserved, had Mr. Pennant viewed both, he would not 
have doubted a moment to join Camden against Leland. At Bridge-lane 
this wall makes an angle, and runs along the brow of the hill, behind 
the houses, in a line to Church-street, which it crosses about Covell 
cross. This is attested by the owners of the gardens. who have met 
with it in that direction, and always found blue clay under the 
foundation stones.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Romans</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Though the station was one of the first which the Romans had in these 
parts, and, from its importance, the last they abandoned,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Wery Wall</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Bradshaw, William</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Bridge Lane</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Camden, William</kw>
<kw>Leland, John</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Church Street</kw>
<kw>Covell Cross</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Romans</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.18.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This has been lately destroyed.
</q></p>
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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
yet, but few Roman British remains have been discovered at it.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Scots</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The Caledonians, the unconquered enemies and greatest plague of the 
Romans in Britain, were particularly galled and offended with the 
garrison at Lancaster, it being always the first to oppose them, as 
often as they invaded the empire, by crossing the Solway firth. For 
having taken advantage of the spring-tides and the darkness of the 
nights at the change of the moon, they escaped the garrison at 
Virosidium, Ellenborough, Arbeia, and Moresby; and skulking along the 
Cumberland coast, they crossed the Morecambe-bay, and were first 
discovered on the banks of the Lune. Here they were opposed by the 
townsmen, who kept the garrison; and if they did not return by the way
they came, the alarm brought upon them the garrisons of Overborough, 
Watercrook, and Ambleside, which surrounded and cut them off. Hence 
arose a particular hatred to the Lancastrians, which time and repeated
injuries fomented into rage. In the end, the barbarous clans, 
following close upon the heels of the flying Romans, in a particular 
manner satiated their desire of revenge upon the helpless 
Lancastrians, by sacking and destroying their town and fortifications,
in order that they might at no future time oppose their invasions. The
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lancaster garrison</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Caledonians</kw>
<kw>invasion</kw>
<kw>Solway Firth</kw>
<kw>Virosidium garrison</kw>
<kw>Ellenborough garrison</kw>
<kw>Arbeia garrison</kw>
<kw>Moresby garrison</kw>
<kw>Morecambe Bay</kw>
<kw>Overborough garrison</kw>
<kw>Watercrook garrison</kw>
<kw>Ambleside garrison</kw>
<kw>Romans, departure</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Saxons arriving soon after, raised on these ruins the town that 
remains to this day. Hence it may be inferred, that the present town 
of Lancaster stands on a magazine of Roman-British antiquities; and 
this is often verified by digging under ancient houses, where Roman 
remains are frequently found, and where it appears that the earth has 
been removed.- Beside what Dr. Leigh mentions, there are many recent 
instances that prove the conjecture.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman altar</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
In the year 1772, in digging a cellar, where an old house had stood, 
in a street or lane, called Pudding-Lane (almost in the centre of the 
town) there was found, reversed in a bed of fine sand, above five feet
underground, a square inscribed stone, of four feet by two and a half 
dimensions. A foot and two inches were broken off the lower corner on 
the right hand side, so as to render the inscription obscure, but the 
remaining letters were very plain, elegantly formed, square, and about
three inches high. The inscription had consisted of eight or nine 
lines, of which six are entire and of easy explanation; the loss in 
the seventh is easily supplied; but the eighth must be made out by the
common style of such votive stones. The elegance of the characters 
pronounces them to be the work of the best times; but the two small 
letters in the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Saxons</kw>
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
<kw>antiquities</kw>
<kw>Leigh, Dr</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Pudding Lane</kw>
<kw>roman altar</kw>
<kw>altar, roman</kw>
<kw>inscription, roman</kw>
<kw>roman inscription</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
third and fifth lines reduce it to an age of the Emperor Gordian; and 
if the three small letters have been occasioned by the omission of the
sculptor, then it will be of higher antiquity. It is known by 
inscriptions found at Olenacum (old Carlisle) that the Augustan wing 
mentioned on this tablet was stationed there in the time of Gordian; 
and now from this inscription, it seems to have been at Lancaster. 
This memorable stone was in the rare collection of Sir Ashton Lever, 
Knt.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman potsherd</kw>
<kw>roman coin</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
A few years ago, in sinking a cellar in an old house in Church-street,
great quantities of fragments of Roman earthenware were thrown out, 
urns, paterae, &amp;c. many of them finely glazed, and elegantly marked 
with emblematic figures. Also some copper coins were found, and an 
entire lamp, with a turned-up perforated handle to hang it by, the 
nozzle of which was black from use. At the depth of two yards were 
likewise discovered a great number of human bones, with burned ashes, 
a wall of great thickness, and a well filled with rubbish of the same 
kind, probably leading to a vault were (sic) other human remains were 
deposited; but the curious must for ever regret that no further search
was made into its use and contents.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
What throws new light upon the station
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Romans</kw>
<kw>Gordian</kw>
<kw>Augustan wing</kw>
<kw>Lever, Ashton, Sir</kw>
<kw>Olenacum</kw>
<kw>Old Carlisle</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Church Street</kw>
<kw>potsherd, roman</kw>
<kw>roman potsherd</kw>
<kw>urn</kw>
<kw>paterae</kw>
<kw>coin, roman</kw>
<kw>roman coin</kw>
<kw>bone, human</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
here is the late discovery of a Roman pottery, at Quarmoor, near 
Lancaster. That these works have been very considerable may be 
supposed from the space discoloured with broken ware, the holes from 
whence the clay has been taken, and the great variety of bricks, 
tiles, and vessels that are found about them. But the greatest 
discovery is gathered from a tile with turned-up edges, impressed on 
each end with the words <emph rend="italic">Ale Sebusia</emph>, which points 
out a wing of
cavalry not heard of before. The same inscription is found on bricks, 
the label smaller, and the letters <emph rend="italic">Ala Subasia</emph>. The 
shape of 
the second letter in the first word is like that in the inscription on
the rock near Brampton, in Cumberland, supposed to have been cut in 
the time of the Emperor Severus, A.D. 207, and is the fifth L in 
Horsley's Alphabet. On the brick the letters are square, from which it
may be inferred that this wing was long stationed at Lancaster.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>charter</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
This town, ever since the conquest, has been renowned for loyalty and 
attachment to the established government; for which King John honoured
it with as ample a charter as he had conferred on the burgess of 
Bristol and Northampton. Charles II. confirmed it with additional 
privileges. But Lancaster derived its greatest lustre and importance
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Quarmoor</kw>
<kw>Quernmore</kw>
<kw>roman potsherd</kw>
<kw>potsherd, roman</kw>
<kw>kiln, roman</kw>
<kw>roman kiln</kw>
<kw>brick, roman</kw>
<kw>tile, roman</kw>
<kw>roman tile</kw>
<kw>roman brick</kw>
<kw>Ale Subasia wing</kw>
<kw>Brampton</kw>
<kw>Severus</kw>
<kw>Horsley's alphabet</kw>
<kw>inscription, roman</kw>
<kw>roman inscription</kw>
<kw>John</kw>
<kw>charter, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>market charter</kw>
<kw>Charles II</kw>
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
from the title it gave to Edmund, second son of Henry III, and to his 
issue, Dukes of Lancaster, and Kings of England, of the Lancastrian 
line. In the end, however, it suffered much by supporting their title 
to the crown in the contest with the house of York. And so little had 
it retrieved itself when Camden visited it in 1609, that he speaks of 
it as not populous, and that the inhabitants were all husbandmen. 
Since that time it is, however, much enlarged [1]. The new houses are 
particularly neat and handsome; the streets are well paved, and 
thronged with inhabitants, busied in prosperous trade to the West 
Indies, and other places. Along a fine quay, noble warehouses are 
built. And when it shall please those concerned to deepen the shoals 
in the river, ships of great burthen may lie before them; for at 
present we only see, in that part of the river, such as do not exceed 
250 tons.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The air of Lancaster is salubrious, the environs pleasant, the 
inhabitants wealthy,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Henry III</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Duke of</kw>
<kw>Camden, William</kw>
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
<kw>shipping</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, quay</kw>
<kw>West Indies</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.23.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The town has continued to increase. It has also been lately ornamented
with a new town-hall, or exchange, esteemed a handsome building, with 
a noble portico. An elegant steeple has been also lately built to to 
(sic) the chapel (after the design of Mr. Harrison) by a donation of 
the late Mr. T. Bowes, which, with the turret on the exchange, add 
much to the pleasing or rather striking appearance this town has at a 
distance, on account of the castle, church, and the conspicuous 
situation of several good stone houses.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>town hall, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, town hall</kw>
<kw>Harrison, Mr</kw>
<kw>Bowes, T</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
courteous, hospitable, and polite. The church is a handsome Gothic 
structure; but the inside view of the beautiful east window is 
obstructed by a toll screen behind the altar, and the rest of the 
church is further hurt by a multiplicity of pews. The only remains it 
has of ancient furniture are a few turn-up seats, carved in the style 
of the times when it belonged to the priory of St. Martin of Sayes, in
France. Some of the carvings are fine, but the figures are either 
gross or grotesque. This building stands on the crown of an eminence, 
below the castle from which it is only separated by the moat. The 
views from the church-yard are extensive and pleasant, particularly 
the grand and much admired prospects of the northern mountains. The 
chapel is a neat and convenient place of worship. There are also in 
this town, presbiterian, quaker, and methodist meeting houses, and a 
Romish chapel. When the present incommodious bridge was lately 
repaired, some brass pieces of money were met with under a foundation 
stone, from which it was conjectured to be of Danish origin. A more 
ancient bridge stood higher up the river, at Skerton town end: an 
eligible situation for a new one, which would make a fine and 
convenient entrance into Lancaster, from the north, and which at 
present on many accounts it much wants [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>St Mary, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>misericord</kw>
<kw>St Martin of Sayes's priory</kw>
<kw>quakers</kw>
<kw>methodists</kw>
<kw>catholics</kw>
<kw>presbyterians</kw>
<kw>Skerton Bridge</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, bridge</kw>
<kw>coin, danish</kw>
<kw>danish coin</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.24.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A new bridge has since been erected on the site above pointed out. It 
was built after a design of Mr. Harrison, consists of five equal 
eliptical (sic) arches, and is 549 feet long. The expense of the 
erection, which was paid by the county, amounted to 14,000<emph rend="italic">
l</emph>. It
is one of the handsomest bridges of its size in Europe, and does 
honour to the taste of the architect, and to the public spirit of 
those who promoted the work on so liberal a plan.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the year 1792 an act was obtained, chiefly promoted by the 
inhabitants of Lancaster for making a navigable canal, from Kendal, by
way of Lancaster and Preston, to go through the great coal countries 
in the neighbourhood of Chorley and Wigan, and to join the canals in 
the south of Lancashire, its principal design being for the carriage 
of limestone and slate from the north, and to return with coals. It is
carried over the river Lune by the largest aqueduct in the kingdom, 
which is an amazing grand object, and is seen to advantage from 
Lancaster bridge, about two miles off.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Skerton Bridge</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, bridge</kw>
<kw>bridge, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Harrison, Mr</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Canal</kw>
<kw>Lune Aqueduct</kw>
<kw>coal</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>slate</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.25">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p n="1821.Lancaster 1">
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Hornby Road</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Before you leave Lancaster, take a ride to the three mile-stone on the
road to Hornby, and there have Mr. Gray's noble view of the vale of 
Lonsdale, which he or his editor, describes in these words, in the 
note page 373 of his life:- 'This scene opens just three miles from 
Lancaster, on what is called the Queen's road. To see this view in 
perfection you must go into a field on the left [1]. Here, 
Ingleborough, behind a variety of lesser mountains, makes the 
background of the prospect; on each hand of the middle distance rise 
two sloping hills, the left clothed with thick wood, the right with 
variegated rock
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Hornby Road</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Vale of Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>milestone</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.25.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As several mistakes have been made respecting this station, it is 
necessary to point it out more precisely. About a quarter of a mile 
beyond the third milestone, where the road makes a turn to the right, 
there is a gate on the left, which leads into a field, where the 
station meant will be found.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Hornby Road</kw>
<kw>milestone</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
and herbage. Between them, is the richest of valleys, the Lune 
serpentizes for many a mile, and comes forth ample and clear thro' a 
well wooded and richly pastured foreground. Every feature which 
constitutes a perfect landscape of the extensive sort, is here not 
only boldly marked, but also in its best position.'
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Lancaster to Cartmel</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Lancaster to Hest Bank</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From Lancaster to Hest-bank, three miles, set out with the Ulverston 
carriers at the stated hour, or take a guide for the sands that 
succeed, called Lancaster Sands [1], and which are 9 miles over [2]. 
On a fine day there is not a
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Hest Bank</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>sands guide</kw>
<kw>Vale of Lonsdale</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.26.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(<emph rend="italic">Morecambe</emph>, Ptol.)
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ptolemy</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.26.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Along with the proper guides, crossing of the sands in summer is 
thought a journey of little more danger than any other. But those who 
wish to evade them may easily go, in one day, round to Ulverston, by 
the head of the aestuary.- The roads are in general very good, the 
ride about 37 miles, and not wanting in the natural variety peculiar 
to the country. The route will be thus:- From Lancaster to Burton 11 
miles. (There observe Mr. Atkinson's neat house of freestone.) The old
venerable building on the right hand of the road, about two miles 
short of Burton, is Borwick-hall, formerly the residence of Sir Robert
Bindloss, but now only a farm-house. From thence to Millthorp 4 miles.
(There see Dallam-Tower, the seat of Daniel Wilson, Esq. in which 
there are several elegancies, and more capabilities. Also, see a bold 
water-fall of the river at Beetham-mill). From Millthorp to Levens (an
ancient seat of the late Earl of Suffolk, where a curious specimen of 
the old style of gardening may be seen, laid out by the gardener of 
King James II.) two miles. From thence to the nearer end of the long 
causeway at Beathwaite-green 1 mile. Thence to the Black Bull at 
Witherslack 3 miles (which takes you to the foot of Whitbarrow-scar, a
remarkable precipice of limestone rock, formed in several places like 
a fortress). Thence to Newton (over the hill Tawtop) 4 miles. Thence 
to Newby-bridge 3 miles, which is situated at the lower end of 
Windermere-water. From thence to Bouth, on the common turnpike 3 
miles. (But it might be worth while to go a little out of the way 
through a valley on the left hand, by Backbarrow 
Cotton-spinning-mills, the iron founderies, and Low-wood 
Gunpowder-mills, which are very romantically situated). From Bouth to 
Penny-bridge 2 miles, which brings you into the tract of the tour by 
Ulverston, now only four miles distant.- If, on account of getting 
post chaises, &amp;c. it be thought more convenient to go by Kendal to 
Ulverston, the journey will be about 7 miles more, all good turnpike 
road. From Burton (where the two roads part) to Kendal is 11 miles, 
and from Kendal to the above-named Bewby-bridge (sic) (where they meet
again) is about 13 miles.- This latter stage, which is mountainous and
uneven, affords a great variety of prospects.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>sands guide</kw>
<kw>road, Lancaster to Hest Bank</kw>
<kw>road, Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>Lancaster to Hest Bank</kw>
<kw>Burton-in-Kendal</kw>
<kw>Atkinson, Mr</kw>
<kw>Borwick Hall</kw>
<kw>Bindloss, Robert, Sir</kw>
<kw>Millthorp</kw>
<kw>Milnthorpe</kw>
<kw>Dallam Tower</kw>
<kw>Wilson, Daniel</kw>
<kw>waterfall, Beetham</kw>
<kw>Beetham Mill</kw>
<kw>Levens Hall</kw>
<kw>garden, Levens Hall</kw>
<kw>Suffolk, Earl of</kw>
<kw>Beathwaite Green</kw>
<kw>Causeway End</kw>
<kw>Black Bull, Witherslack</kw>
<kw>Witherslack</kw>
<kw>Whitbarrow Scar</kw>
<kw>Tawtop</kw>
<kw>Tow Top</kw>
<kw>Newton</kw>
<kw>Newby Bridge</kw>
<kw>Bouth</kw>
<kw>turnpike</kw>
<kw>Backbarrow spinning mill</kw>
<kw>spinning mill</kw>
<kw>Backbarrow iron foundry</kw>
<kw>iron foundry</kw>
<kw>Low Wood Gunpowder Mills</kw>
<kw>gunpowder mill</kw>
<kw>Penny Bridge</kw>
<kw>Ulverston</kw>
<kw>road, Kendal to Ulverston</kw>
<kw>Kendal to Ulverston</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.27">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
more pleasant sea-side ride in the kingdom. On the right, a bold 
shore, deeply indented in some places, and opening into bays in 
others; valleys that stretch far into the country, bounded on each 
side by hanging grounds, cut into inclosures, interspersed with groves
and woods, adorned with sequestered cots, farms, villages, churches, 
and castles; mountains behind mountains, and others again just seen 
over them, close the fore scene. Claude has not introduced Socrate on 
the Tyber in a more happy point of view than Ingleborough appears in 
during the course of this ride. At entering on the sands, to the left,
Heysham-point rises abruptly, and the village hangs on its side in a 
beautiful manner. Over a vast extent of sands Peel-castle, the ancient
bulwark of the bay, rears its venerable head above the tide. In
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>seashore</kw>
<kw>Lorrain, Claude</kw>
<kw>Claude</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Heysham Point</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>Peel Castle</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.28">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
front appears a fine sweep of country sloping to the south. To the 
right, Warton-cragg presents itself in a bold style. On its arched 
summit are the vestiges of a square encampment, and the ruins of a 
beacon. Grounds bearing from the eye, for many a mile, variegated in 
every pleasing form by woods and rocks, are terminated by cloud-topt 
Ingleborough. A little further, on the same hand, another vale opens 
to the sands and shows a broken ridge of rocks, and beyond them, 
groups of mountains towering to the sky, Castle-steads, a pyramidal 
hill, that rises above the station at Kendal, is now in sight. At the 
bottom of the bay stands Arnside-tower, once a mansion of the 
Stanleys. The Cartmel coast, now as you advance, becomes more 
pleasing. Betwixt that and Silverdale-nab (a mountain of naked grey 
rock) is a great break in the coast, and through the opening the river
Kent rolls its waters to join the tide. In the mouth of the aestuary 
are two beautiful conical isles, clothed with wood and sweet verdure. 
As you advance toward them they seem to change their position, and 
hence often vary their appearance. At the same time a grand view opens
of the Westmorland mountains, tumbled about in a most surprising 
manner. At the head of the aestuary, under a beautiful green hill, 
Heversham village and church appear in fine perspect-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>beacon, Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>roman fort</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Castle Steads</kw>
<kw>castlesteads, Stainton</kw>
<kw>Helm, The</kw>
<kw>Arnside Tower</kw>
<kw>Stanley Family</kw>
<kw>Silverdale Nab</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>Kent Estuary</kw>
<kw>Holme Island</kw>
<kw>Heversham</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.29">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[perspect]ive. To the north of Whitbarrow-scar, a huge arched and 
bended cliff, of an immense height, shows its stern beaten front [1]. 
The intermediate space is a mixture of rocks, and woods, and 
cultivated patches, that form a romantic view [2]. At the side of the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Whitbarrow Scar</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.29.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A little to the left of Whitbarrow is Castlehead, which is now in the 
possession of the executor of John Wilkinson, Esq. The house is seen 
to advantage as you cross the sands, and greatly enlivens the part of 
the coast where it is situated.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Castlehead</kw>
<kw>Wilkinson, John</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.29.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The above description of this curious and pleasing ride is, as far as 
it goes, just, but not characteristic. What most attracts the notice 
of the traveller is not the objects of the surrounding country (though
they are fine) but <emph rend="italic">the sands themselves</emph>. For when he 

has got a 
few miles from the shore, the nature of the plain on which he treads 
cannot but suggest a series of ideas of a more sublime kind than those
of rural elegance, and which will therefore gain a superior attention.
The plain is then seemingly immense in extent, continued in a dead 
level, and uniform in appearance. As he pursues his <emph rend="italic">often 
trackless</emph> way, he will recollect, that probably but a few hours 
before, the whole expanse was covered with some fathoms of water, and 
that in a few more it will as certainly be covered again. At the same 
time he may also perceive, on his left hand, the retreated ocean ready
to obey the mysterious laws of its irresistable movement, without any 
visible barrier to stay it a moment where it is. These last 
considerations, though they may not be sufficient to alarm, must yet 
be able to rouse the mind to a state of more than ordinary attention; 
which, co-operating with the other singular ideas of the prospect, 
must affect it in a very sublime and unusual manner. This the bare 
appearance of the sands will do. But when the traveller reaches the 
side of the Eau, these affections will be greatly increased. He there 
drops down a gentle descent to the edge of a broad and seemingly 
impassable river, where the only remains he can perceive of the 
surrounding lands are the tops of distant mountains, and where a 
solitary being on horseback (like some ancient genius of the deep) is 
descried hovering on its brink, or encountering its stream with gentle
steps, in order to conduct him through it. When fairly entered into 
the water, if a stranger to this scene, and he does not feel himself 
touched with some of the most pleasing emotions, I should consider him
destitute of common sensibility. For, in the midst of apparently great
danger, he will soon find that there is really none at all; and the 
complacency which must naturally result from this consideration, will 
be heightened to an unusual degree by observing, during his passage, 
the anxious and faithful instinct of his beast, and the friendly 
behaviour and aspect of his guide. All the fervors of grateful 
thankfulness will then be raised, and if, with the usual perquisite to
his venerable conductor, he can forget to convey his blessing, who 
would not conclude him to want one essential requisite for properly 
enjoying the tour of the lakes?
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Having crossed the river, the stranger traveller, (whom we will 
suppose <emph rend="italic">at length</emph> freed from any petty anxiety) will 

now have 
more inclination to survey the objects around him. The several 
particulars peculiar to an arm of the sea (as <emph rend="italic">fishermen, 
ships, 
sea-fowl, shells, weeds, &amp;c.</emph>) will attract his notice and 
new-model his reflections. But if the sun shine forcibly, he will 
perhaps be most entertained with observing the little gay isles and 
promontories of land, that seem to hover in the air, or swim on a 
luminous vapour, that rises from the sand, and fluctuates beautifully 
on its surface.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In short, on a fine summer day, a ride across this aestuary (and that 
of Leven mentioned little further on) to a speculative stranger (or to
any one who is habituated to consider the charms of nature 
<emph rend="italic">abstractedly</emph>) will afford a variety of most 
entertaining ideas.
Indeed, the objects here presented to the eye are several of them so 
<emph rend="italic">like</emph> in kind to what will frequently occur in the 
tour of the 
lakes, some of them are so much <emph rend="italic">more magnificent</emph> 
from extent, 
and others so truly <emph rend="italic">peculiar</emph>, that it seems rather 
surprising 
that this journey should not often be considered by travellers from 
the south, as one of the first curiosities of the tour, in 
<emph rend="italic">beauty</emph> as well as <emph rend="italic">
occurrence</emph>. And if the reader of this 
note be of a philosophic turn, this question may here offer itself to 
him, and to which it is apprehended he may found a satisfactory answer
on every evident principles, viz. 'Why a view so circumstanced as 
this, and, when taken from the shore at full sea, <emph rend="italic">so very 
like a 
lake</emph> of greater apparent extent than any in the kingdom, should 
never be brought into comparison with the lakes to be visited 
afterwards, and generally fail to strike the mind with images of any 
peculiar beauty or grandeur?' X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>tides</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>sea</kw>
<kw>sands guide</kw>
<kw>picturesque beauty</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.30">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Eau [1], or river of the sands, a guide on horseback called <emph rend="italic">

the 
carter</emph>, is in waiting to conduct passengers over the ford. The 
prior of Cart-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Eau, River</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>sands guide</kw>
<kw>Carter, The</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.30.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Pronounced commonly <emph rend="italic">Eea</emph>.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[Cart]mel was charged with this important office, and synodals and 
peter-pence allowed towards its maintenance. Since the dissolution of 
the priory, it is held by patent of the duchy of Lancaster, and the 
salary, twenty pounds per annum, is paid by the receiver-general.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Cartmel</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Kents Bank to Cartmel</kw>
<kw>Cartmel Priory</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Cartmel is a small district belonging to Lancashire, but united to 
Westmorland a little below Bowness, on Windermere-water, from whence 
it extends itself betwixt the rivers Leven and Kent, and so intersects
the great bay at Morecambe. It is three miles across from Cark-lane, 
where you quit the sands to Sand-gate. Pass through Flookburg [1], 
once a market-town, by charter granted to the prior of Cartmel, lord 
paramount, from King Edward I. The only thing worthy of notice in 
Cartmel is the Church, a hand-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lancaster, Duchy of</kw>
<kw>synodals</kw>
<kw>peter pence</kw>
<kw>Cartmel Priory</kw>
<kw>Cartmel</kw>
<kw>Lancashire</kw>
<kw>Cark Lane</kw>
<kw>Sands Gate</kw>
<kw>Flookburgh</kw>
<kw>Edward I</kw>
<kw>market charter</kw>
<kw>charter, Flookburgh</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.31.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Near this place is a noted spaw, called Holy-well, found to be of 
great service in most cutaneous disorders, and much resorted to in the
summer season from distant parts. It is an easy cathartic, restores 
lost appetite, and fully answers the ancient poetic description of a 
fountain.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
'<emph rend="italic">Infirmo capiti fluit utilis, utilis alvo.</emph>'
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>spa, Cartmel</kw>
<kw>Holy Well</kw>
<kw>skin diseases</kw>
<kw>cutaneous diseases</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[hand]some Gothic edifice. The large east window [1] is finely ribbed 
with pointed arches, light and elegant; but the painted glass is 
almost destroyed. The preservation of this edifice reflects honour on 
the memory of George Preston, Esq. of Holker, who, at his own expense,
new-roofed the whole, and decorated the inside with a stucco cieling 
(sic). The choir and chancel he also repaired, suiting the new parts 
to the old remains of the canons' seats, and thereby giving them their
ancient uniform appearance. Persons uninformed of this, always take it
to be the same as it was before the dissolution. The style of the 
building, like most of its contemporaries, is irregular. The form is a
cross, in length 157 feet; the transept 110 feet; the height of the 
walls 57 feet. The tower on the centre is of a singular construction, 
being a square within a square, the higher set at cross angles with 
the lower. This gives it an odd appearance on all sides, but may have 
some reference to the octagonal pillars in the church, and both to the
memory of something now forgotten. According to some accounts, it was 
built and endowed with the manor of Cartmel, by William Marischal the 
elder, Earl of Pembroke, in 1188, but as in the foundation deed 
mention is made of Henry II,- Richard,- and
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Cartmel Priory</kw>
<kw>stained glass</kw>
<kw>Preston, George</kw>
<kw>Marischal, William</kw>
<kw>Pembroke, Earl of</kw>
<kw>Henry II</kw>
<kw>Richard I</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.32.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The dimensions are 24 feet wide and 48 high. The great east window of 
York-minster measures 32 by 75 feet.
</q></p>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Henry the younger, his lord the King, it appears rather to have been 
founded in the beginning of that reign; for William the elder, Earl of
Pembroke, died in the fourth or fifth year of the reign of Henry III. 
He gave it, never to be erected into an abbey, to the canons regular 
of St. Austin, reserving to himself and his heirs the right of 
granting them the conge[acute] d'lire of a prior, who should be 
independent of all others. Under the north wall, a little below the 
altar, is the tomb-stone of William de Walton, prior of Cartmel. He is
mentioned in the confirmation diploma of Edward II, and must have been
one of the first priors. Opposite to this is a magnificent tomb of a 
Harrington and his lady, which Mr. Pennant thinks may be of Sir John 
Harrington, who, in 1305, was summoned by Edward I, 'with numbers of 
other gallant gentlemen, to meet him at Carlisle, and attend him on 
his expedition in to Scotland.' But it agrees better with a John de 
Harrington, called John of Cartmel, or his son, of Wrasholme-tower, in
Cartmel, as Sir Daniel Fleming's account of that family has it, 
M.S.L.A. 1.132. The head of the Harrington family, Sir John 
Harrington, in the reign of Edward I, was of Aldingham, and lived at 
Gleaston-castle, in Furness, and died in an advanced age, in 1347; and
is more probably the Sir John
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Pembroke, Earl of</kw>
<kw>Henry III</kw>
<kw>Austin Friars</kw>
<kw>Walton, William de</kw>
<kw>prior, Cartmel</kw>
<kw>Edward II</kw>
<kw>Harrington Family</kw>
<kw>Harrington, John, Sir</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Edward I</kw>
<kw>Cartmel, John of</kw>
<kw>Wrasholme Tower</kw>
<kw>Wraysholme Tower</kw>
<kw>Fleming, Daniel, Sir</kw>
<kw>Gleaston Castle</kw>
</note>
</div>
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Harrington mentioned in Dugdale's baronage, and said, as above, to be 
summoned by Edward I. There is not one vestige of the monastry (sic) 
remaining. There is indeed an ancient gate-house, but whether this was
connected with the cloisters or not, tradition is silent, and its 
distance from the church is unfavorable to the conjecture.
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<p>
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<kw>Cartmel to Ulverston</kw>
</note>
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Proceed through rocky fields and groves to Holker, one mile, the seat 
of the right Hon. Lord George Cavendish. The carriage road is by 
Cark-hall. At the top of the hill there opens a fine view of Furness. 
Holker-hall lies at your feet, embosomed in wood. On the left, 
Ulverston-bay opens into the great bay, and is three miles over. The 
coast is deeply indented, and the peninsulas are beautifully fringed 
with wood. On the right, a bold bending rock presents a noble arched 
forehead; and a fine slope of inclosed grounds mixed with wood, leads 
the eye to Ulverston, the port and mart of Furness. Conishead shows 
its pyramidal head, completely clothed in woods. At its feet is the 
priory, shielded by a wing of hanging wood, that climbs up the side of
a steep hill. Bardsea, under its rocks and hanging woods, stands in a 
delightful point of view. In front, a sweet fall of inclosures, marked
with clumps of trees and hedge-rows, gives it a most picturesque 
effect.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Harrington, John, Sir</kw>
<kw>Edward I</kw>
<kw>Cartmel Priory</kw>
<kw>Cavendish, George</kw>
<kw>Cark Hall</kw>
<kw>Furness</kw>
<kw>Holker Hall</kw>
<kw>Ulverston Bay</kw>
<kw>Ulverston</kw>
<kw>Conishead</kw>
<kw>Conishead Priory</kw>
<kw>Bardsea</kw>
<kw>station, Great Head</kw>
</note>
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Also a white house on the sea bank, under the cover of a deep wood, 
has a most enchanting appearance. The coast from thence is of singular
beauty, consisting of hanging wood, inclosed lands, and pasture 
grounds, varied through a great extent of prospect, in every pleasing 
form. Descend to Holker, which adds to the surrounding scenes what is 
peculiar to itself, joined to the improvements of the noble owner, 
finished in a masterly style [1]. The traveller will here observe 
husbandry in a more flourishing situation than in the country he is 
soon to visit. The husbandmen in this part, as elsewhere, are slow in 
imitating new practices; but the continued success which has attended 
the improvements on his lordship's estates, has not failed to effect a
reformation amongst the Cartmel farmers.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Leven Sands</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
In crossing Leven-sands, to Ulverston, you have on the right, a grand 
view of Alpine scenery. A rocky hill patched with wood and heath, 
rising immediately from the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ulverston Bay</kw>
<kw>Holker Hall</kw>
<kw>Leven Sands</kw>
<kw>Cartmel Sands</kw>
<kw>Ulverston Sands</kw>
</note>
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<p>
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The connoisseur in painting may here have the pleasure of seeing a 
good collection of pictures; amongst which are, by Claude Lorrain, a 
very capital landscape, exhibiting a view of the Tiber, with the 
temple of Apollo, the nine muses, &amp;c. another representing the 
departure out of Egypt, and two more small views. Also a large 
landscape by Rubens; two fine church pieces by B. Neels (the figures 
by Elshamer); and several others by Woverman, Hobina, Teniers, 
Swanevelt, Zuccarelli, Rysdal, and other eminent masters.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Holker Hall</kw>
<kw>painting</kw>
<kw>Lorrain, Claude</kw>
<kw>Claude</kw>
<kw>Rubens</kw>
<kw>Neels, B</kw>
<kw>Elshamer</kw>
<kw>Woverman</kw>
<kw>Hobina</kw>
<kw>Teniers</kw>
<kw>Swanevelt</kw>
<kw>Zuccarelli</kw>
<kw>Rysdal</kw>
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coast, directs the eye to an immense chain of lofty mountains, 
apparently increased in magnitude and height since they were seen from
Hest-bank. On a fine morning this is a pleasant ride, when the 
mountains are strongly illuminated by the sun-beams, and patched with 
shadows of intervening clouds that sail along their sides; or when 
they drag their watery skirts over the summits, and, admitting the 
streaming beams, adorn their rocky heads with silver, and variegate 
their olive-coloured sides with stripes of gold and green. This fairy 
scene soon shifting, all is concealed in a mantle of azure mist. At 
the Eau, or ford of the river Leven, another <emph rend="italic">carter</emph> 
conducts 
you over. On the dissolution of the priory of Conishead, King Henry 
VIII. charged himself and his successors with the payment of the 
salary, fifteen marks per annum, which the guide received from the 
priory.
</q></p>
<p>
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<kw>Ulverston</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Ulverston, the London of Furness, is a neat town, at the foot of a 
swift descent of hills to the south-east. The streets are regular, and
excellently well paved. The weekly market for Low-Furness has been 
long established here, to the prejudice of Dalton, the ancient capital
of Furness. The articles of export, are iron-ore in great quantities, 
pig and bar iron, oats, barley, beans, potatoes,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Eau, River</kw>
<kw>Leven, River</kw>
<kw>sands guide</kw>
<kw>Carter, The</kw>
<kw>Conishead Priory</kw>
<kw>Henry VIII</kw>
<kw>Ulverston</kw>
<kw>market, Ulverston</kw>
<kw>Dalton-in-Furness</kw>
<kw>iron ore</kw>
<kw>pig iron</kw>
<kw>bar iron</kw>
<kw>iron</kw>
<kw>oats</kw>
<kw>barley</kw>
<kw>beans</kw>
<kw>potatoes</kw>
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bark, and limestone. The principal inns are kept by the guides, who 
regularly pass to and from Lancaster, on Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday, 
in every week.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>iron mines</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Make an excursion to the west, three miles, and visit the greatest 
iron-mines in England. At Whitrigs the works are carried on with much 
spirit, by driving of levels into the bosom of the mountain. The ore 
is found in a limestone stratum mixed with a variety of spars of a 
dirty colour. There is much quartz in some of the works that admits of
a high polish. At present the works in Stoneclose and Aldgarly are the
most flourishing that have been known in Furness. This mineral is not 
hurtful to any animal or vegetable. The verdure is remarkably fine 
about the workings, and no one ever suffered by drinking the water in 
the mines, though discoloured and much impregnated with the ore.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
</note>
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Proceed by Dalton to the magnificent ruins of Furness-Abbey, and there
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>'See the wild waste of all devouring-years,</l>
<l>How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears,</l>
<l>With nodding arches, broken temples spread,</l>
<l>The very tombs now vanish like the dead.'</l>
</q></p>
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This Abbey was founded by Stephen, Earl of Mortaign and Boulogne, 
afterwards King
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>bark</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>sands guide</kw>
<kw>iron mine</kw>
<kw>Whitrigs iron mine</kw>
<kw>quartz</kw>
<kw>iron ore</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>spar</kw>
<kw>Stoneclose iron mine</kw>
<kw>Aldgarly iron mine</kw>
<kw>Adgarley iron mine</kw>
<kw>Dalton-in-Furness</kw>
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>Mortaign and Boulogne, Earl of</kw>
<kw>Stephen</kw>
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of England. A.D. 1127, and was endowed with the lordship of Furness, 
and many royal privileges. It was peopled from the monastery of 
Savigny in Normandy, and dedicated to St. Mary. In ancient writings it
is styled <emph rend="italic">St. Marye's of Furness</emph>. The monks were of 
the order 
of Savigny, and their dress was grey cloth; but on receiving St. 
Bernard's form, they changed from grey to white, and became 
Cistercians; and such they remained till the dissolution of the 
monasteries.
</q></p>
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The situation of this abbey, so favourable to a contemplative life, 
justifies the choice of the first settlers. Such a sequestered site, 
in the bottom of a deep dell, through which a hasty brook rolls its 
murmuring stream, and along which the roaring west wind would often 
blow, joined with the deep-toned matin song, must have been very 
favourable to the solemn melancholy of a monastic life.
</q></p>
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To prevent surprise, and call in assistance, a beacon was placed on 
the crown of an eminence that rises immediately from the Abbey, and is
seen all over Low-Furness. The door leading to the beacon is still 
remaining in the inclosure-wall, on the eastern side. The magnitude of
the Abbey may be known from the dimensions of the ruins; and enough is
standing to show the style of the architec-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Savigny monastery</kw>
<kw>St Mary's Abbey</kw>
<kw>Cistercians</kw>
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>beacon, Furness</kw>
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[architec]ture. The round and pointed arches occur in the doors and 
windows. The fine clustered Gothic, and the heavy plain Saxon pillars 
stand contrasted. The walls show excellent masonry, are in many places
counter-arched, and the ruins discover a strong cement. The east 
window has been noble; and some of the painted glass that once adorned
it, is preserved in a window in Windermere church. On the outside of 
the window, under an arched festoon, is the head of the founder, and 
opposite to it that of Maud his queen, both crowned and well executed.
In the south wall, and east end of the church, are four seats adorned 
with Gothic ornaments. In these the officiating priest, with his 
attendants, sat at intervals during the solemn service of high mass. 
In the middle space, where the first barons of Kendal are interred, 
lies a procumbent figure of a man in armour, cross-legged. The 
chapter-house has been a noble room of sixty feet by forty-five. The 
vaulted roof, formed of twelve ribbed arches, was supported by six 
pillars on two rows, at thirteen feet distance from each other. Now 
supposing each of the pillars to be two feet in diameter, the room 
would be divided into three alleys, or passages, each thirteen feet 
wide. On entrance, the middle one only could be seen, lighted by a 
pair of tall pointed windows at the upper end of the room;
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>St Martin, Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
<kw>Stephen</kw>
<kw>Maud</kw>
<kw>stained glass</kw>
<kw>Kendal, Baron of</kw>
<kw>crusader knight</kw>
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the company in the side passage would be concealed by the pillars, and
the vaulted roof, that groined from those pillars, would have a truly 
Gothic disproportionate appearance of sixty feet by thirteen. The two 
side alleys were lighted, each by a pair of similar lights, besides 
another pair at the upper end, at present entire, and which illustrate
what is here said. Thus, whilst the upper end of the room had a 
profusion of light, the lower end would be in the shade. The noble 
roof of this singular edifice did but lately fall in, and the entrance
or porch is still standing, a fine circular arch, beautified with a 
deep cornice, and a portico on each side. The only entire roof now 
remaining, is of a building without the inclosure-wall. It was the 
school-house of the abbot's tenants, and is a single ribbed arch that 
groins from the wall.
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<p>
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There is a general disproportion remarkable in Gothic churches, which 
must have originated in some effect intended by all the architects; 
perhaps to strike the mind with reverential awe, at the sight of 
magnificence arising from the vastness of two dimensions, and a third 
seemingly disregarded; or, perhaps such a determinate height and 
length was found more favourable than any other to the church song, by
giving a deeper swell to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>school, Furness Abbey</kw>
</note>
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the choir of chaunting monks. A remarkable deformity in this edifice, 
and for which there is no apparent reason or necessity, is, that the 
north door, which is the principal entrance, is on one side of the 
window above it. The tower has been supported by four magnificent 
arches, of which only one remains entire. They rested upon four tall 
pillars, whereof three are finely clustered, but the fourth is of a 
plain unmeaning construction.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>return to Ulverston</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From the abbey, if on horseback, return by Newton, Stainton, and 
Adgarly. See on the right a deep embayed coast, the islands of Walney 
and Foulney, Peel-castle, and a variety of extensive views on all 
sides. At Adgarly the new iron-works are carried on under the old 
workings. The richest ore is found here in immense quantities: one 
hundred and forty tons have been raised at one shaft in twenty-four 
hours. To the right, you have a view of the ruins of Gleaston-castle, 
the seat of the Flemings soon after the conquest, which by a 
succession of marriages, went to Cansfield, then to Harrington, who 
enjoyed it six decents (sic), after that to Bonville, and lastly to 
Gray; and was forfeited by Henry Gray, Duke of Suffolk, A.D. 1559. 
Leaving Urswick behind, ascend Birkrig, a rocky eminence, and from the
beacon have a variety
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>Newton</kw>
<kw>Stainton</kw>
<kw>Aldgarly</kw>
<kw>Adgarley</kw>
<kw>Walney Island</kw>
<kw>Isle of Walney</kw>
<kw>Foulney Island</kw>
<kw>Peel Castle</kw>
<kw>Piel Castle</kw>
<kw>Aldgarly iron mine</kw>
<kw>Adgarley iron mine</kw>
<kw>iron mine</kw>
<kw>iron ore</kw>
<kw>Gleaston Castle</kw>
<kw>Fleming Family</kw>
<kw>Cansfield Family</kw>
<kw>Harrington Family</kw>
<kw>Bonville Family</kw>
<kw>Gray Family</kw>
<kw>Suffolk, Duke of</kw>
<kw>Gray, Henry</kw>
<kw>beacon, Birkrigg</kw>
<kw>Urswick</kw>
<kw>Birkrigg</kw>
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of extensive and pleasant views, of land and sea, mountains and 
islands. Ulverston appears to the north east, seated under a hanging 
wood, and beyond that Furness-fells, in various shapes, form the 
grandest termination that can be imagined. The back view is the 
reverse of this. When the tide is up, you see a fine arm of the sea 
stretching far within land, terminated by bold rocks and steep shores.
Beyond this expanse, a far country is seen, and Lancaster town and 
castle, in a fine point of view, under a screen of high grounds, over 
which sable Clougha rears his venerable head. Ingleborough, behind 
many other mountains, has a fine effect from this station. If in a 
carriage, return from the abbey by Dalton. This village is finely 
situated on the crest of a rocky eminence, sloping to the morning sun.
At the upper end is a square tower, where formerly the abbot held his 
secular court, and secured his prisoners. The <emph rend="italic">keep</emph> 
is in the 
bottom of the tower, and is a dismal dungeon.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Conishead Priory</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Return to Ulverston, and from thence to the priory of Conishead, the 
paradise of Furness; a Mount Edgecomb in miniature, which well 
deserves a visit from the curious traveller. The house stands on the 
site of the priory of Conishead, at the foot of a fine eminence, and 
the ground falls gently from it on all
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Birkrigg</kw>
<kw>Ulverston</kw>
<kw>Furness Fells</kw>
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Clougha Pike</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Dalton-in-Furness</kw>
<kw>Furness Abbey, prison</kw>
<kw>station, Birkrigg</kw>
<kw>Conishead Priory</kw>
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sides. The slopes are planted with shrubs and trees in such a manner 
to improve the elevation; and the waving woods that fly from it on 
each wing give it an airy and noble appearance. The south front is in 
the modern taste, extended by an arcade. The north is in the Gothic 
style, with a piazza and wings. The apartments are elegantly 
furnished, and the house is good and convenient. But, what recommends 
itself most to the curious, is a plan of pleasure ground, on a small 
scale, containing beauties equal in number to gardens of the greatest 
extent in England. The variety of culminated grounds, and winding 
slopes, comprehended within this sweet spot, furnish all the advantage
of mountains and vales, woods and water. By the judicious management 
of these assemblages, the late owner performed wonders. Consulting the
genius of the place, he called in, to aid his plan, and harmonized to 
this little spot, the features of a country vast in extent, and by 
nature highly picturesque [1], whose distant parts agreeing with what 
was immediately near him, form a most magnificent whole. For, besides 
the ornamental grounds, the views from the house are both pleasing and
surprising. They are at once grand and ele-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Conishead Priory</kw>
<kw>garden, Conishead Priory</kw>
<kw>station, Conishead</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.43.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The note intended for this place proving too long, it is inserted in 
the Addenda, and makes Article VIII. X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
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<note type="margin">
<kw>stations, Conishead</kw>
</note>
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[ele]gant, rural and marine. On the eastern side, you have a fine 
aestuary, spotted with rocks, isles, and peninsulas, a variety of 
shore, deeply indented in some places, in others composed of noble 
arched rocks, craggy, broken, and fringed with wood; over these, 
hanging woods, intermixed with cultivated inclosures, covered with a 
back ground of stupendous mountains. As a contrast to this view, from 
the other end of the gravel walk (between two culminating hills, 
covered with tall wood) is seen, in fine perspective, a rich 
cultivated dale, divided by hedge-row trees; beyond these, hanging 
grounds cut into inclosures, with scattered farms, and above them all,
a long range of waving pasture ground and sheep walks, shining in 
variety of vegetation. This sweet pastoral picture is much heightened 
by the deep shade of the towering wooded hills, between which it is 
viewed. Turn to the left, the scenery is all reversed. Under a range 
of tall sycamores, an expanse of water bursts upon the eye, and beyond
it, land just visible through the azure mist. Vessels traversing this 
bay are also seen in a most picturesque manner, and, from the lower 
part of the house, appear sailing through the trees, and approaching 
it till they drop anchor just under the windows. The range of 
sycamores has a fine effect in this sea view, by breaking the line in 
the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Conishead Priory</kw>
<kw>Ulverston Bay</kw>
<kw>station, Conishead</kw>
</note>
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watery plain, and forming an elegant frame to a very excellent 
picture. By turning a little to the right, the prospect changes. At 
the head of a sloping inclosure, and under the skirts of a steep wood,
a sequestered cottage stands in the nicest point of beauty.
</q></p>
<p>
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There is a great variety of pleasing views from the different 
meandering walks and seats in the wood: one at the hermitage, and 
another at the seat in the bottom of the wood, where Ulverston and the
environs make a pretty picture. From under the shrubbery (on the 
eastern side of the house, and from the gate at the north end of the 
walk, behind a swell of green hills) if the afternoon sun shine, the 
conical summits of distant mountains are seen glistening like 
burnished gold, and pointing to the heavens in a noble style. But as 
this sweet spot is injured by description, I shall only add, that it 
is a great omission in the curious traveller, to be in Furness and not
see so wonderfully pretty place a place, to which nature has been so 
profuse in noble gifts, and where art has lent its best assistance, 
under the regulation of an elegant fancy, and a refined taste [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ulverston Bay</kw>
<kw>Ulverston</kw>
<kw>garden, Conishead Priory</kw>
<kw>station, Conishead</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.45.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
And where it is not too much to go on in a language of a still higher 
kind,-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,</l>
<l>Here earth and water seem to strive again;</l>
<l>Not chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis'd,</l>
<l>But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd.</l>
</q></p>
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<kw>Ulverston to Lowick</kw>
<kw>Greenodd to Coniston</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Coniston road</kw>
</note>
<head>
CONISTON.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
From Ulverston to Coniston-water is eight miles, either by 
Penny-bridge or by Lowick, both excellent carriage roads. [1] By 
Lowick the road is along a narrow vale, beautifully divided by hanging
inclosures and scattered farms, half way up the mountains' sides, 
whose various heads are covered with heath and brown vegetation. About
three miles from Ulverston, observe a farm house on the left, and a 
group of houses before you on the right. - Stop at the gate on the 
brow of the hill, and have a distant view of the lake, finely 
intersected with high crowned peninsulas. At the upper end, a snow 
white house is seen, under a hanging wood, and to the north east, the 
lake seems to wind round the mountains' feet. The whole range of 
Coniston-fells is now in sight, and under them a lower sweep of dark 
rocks frown over the crystal surface of the lake. Advancing on the 
left see Lowick-hall, once the seat of a family of that name. Behind 
this a dismal scene of barrenness presents itself; clustered
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>Penny Bridge</kw>
<kw>Lowick</kw>
<kw>road, Ulverston to Lowick</kw>
<kw>Ulverston to Lowick</kw>
<kw>station, Coniston road</kw>
<kw>Lowick Family</kw>
<kw>road, Greenodd to Coniston</kw>
<kw>Greenodd to Coniston</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.46.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Company that return to Ulverston the same day should turn off to the 
left near Lowick bridge, to Penny-bridge, and have a charming view of 
a most beautiful bay, especially if the tide be up. It opens a little 
short of Penny-bridge, and continues to Greenodd, at the meeting of 
the rivers Leven and Crake, where this country slate is laid up for 
exportation.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Penny Bridge</kw>
<kw>Lowick Bridge</kw>
<kw>station, Penny Bridge</kw>
<kw>Leven, River</kw>
<kw>Crake, River</kw>
<kw>Greenodd</kw>
<kw>slate</kw>
</note>
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grey rocky mountains, variegated with some few stripes of heath. After
crossing the outlet of the lake, at Lowick-bridge, these dreary 
objects are found often intersepted by pieces of arable ground, 
hanging sweetly to the east, and prettily situated under ancient oaks,
or venerable yews. The white houses in these parts, covered with blue 
slate, have a neat appearance. The <emph rend="italic">thatched</emph> cot is 
esteemed a 
more picturesque object; and yet the other kind, seen under a deep 
green wood, or covered with a purple back-ground of heath, has a 
pleasing effect.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Reach the south end of the lake. Here it is narrowed by the rocky 
prominences from both, sides, forming between their curvatures a 
variety of pretty bays. The whole length of the lake is about six 
measured miles; and the greatest breadth about three quarters of a 
mile. The greatest depth, by report, exceeds not forty fathoms. A 
little higher the broadest part commences, and stretches, with small 
curvatures, to Water-head. The shores are frequently indented; and one
pretty bay opens after another in a variety of forms.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Coniston 1">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Water Park</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION I. - A little above the village of Nibthwaite, the lake opens 
in full view. From the rock, on the left of the road, you have a 
general prospect of the lake, upwards.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lowick Bridge</kw>
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>station, Water Park</kw>
<kw>Water Head</kw>
<kw>Waterhead, Coniston</kw>
<kw>Nibthwaite</kw>
<kw>station, Coniston 1</kw>
</note>
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This station is found by observing where you have a hanging rock over 
the road on the east, and an ash tree on the west side of the road. On
the opposite shore, to the left, and close by the water's edge, are 
some stripes of meadow and green ground, cut into small inclosures, 
with some dark-coloured houses under aged yew trees. Two promontories 
project a great way into the lake; the broadest is finely terminated 
by steep rocks, and crowned with wood; and both are insulated when the
lake is high. Upwards, over a fine sheet of water, the lake is again 
intersected by a far-projecting promontory, that swells into two 
eminences, and betwixt them the lake is again caught, with some white 
houses at the feet of the mountains. And more to the right, over 
another headland, you catch a fourth view of the lake, twisting to the
north east. Almost opposite to this station, stands a house on the 
crown of a rock, covered with ancient trees, that has a most romantic 
appearance.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>along Coniston Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The noble scenery increases as you ride along the banks. In some 
places, bold rocks (lately covered with wood) conceal the lake 
entirely, and when the winds blow, the beating of surges is heard just
under you. In other places, abrupt openings show the lake a-new, and 
there, when calm, its limpid sur-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Water Park</kw>
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
</note>
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[sur]face, shining like a crystal mirror reflects the azure sky, or 
its dappled clouds, in the finest mixture of nature's clare-obscure. 
On the western side, the shore is more variegated with small 
inclosures, scattered cots, groves and meadows.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The road continues along the eastern banks of the lake; here bare, 
there sweetly fringed with a few tall trees, the small remains of its 
ancient woods that till lately clothed the whole.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Coniston 2">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Peel Ness</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION II. When you are opposite to the peninsula last described 
proceed through a gate on the left hand, and from the rocky eminence 
you have a general view of the lake, both ways. To the south, a sweet 
bay is formed between the horns of two peninsulas, and beyond that a 
fine sheet of water appears, terminated by the promontories which form
the straits, through which the lake has its outlet. From thence the 
coast is beautifully diversified by a number of green eminences 
crowned with wood, and sequestered cottages interspersed among them 
half concealed by yew trees; and, above them, a wave of rocky, spiral 
mountains, dressed in brown vegetation, form the most romantic scenes.
Between this and a wooded eminence, a green hill, cut into inclosures 
to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>station, Peel Ness</kw>
<kw>station, Coniston 2</kw>
</note>
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the very top, in some parts patched with rock and little groves, has a
beautiful appearance; especially when contrasted with the barren 
scenes on one hand, and the deep shade of a waving wood on the other. 
At the foot of this cultivated tract, and on the margin of the lake, a
few white houses, partly concealed by a grove, look like enchanted 
seats on a fairy ground. Behind these a barren bleak mountain frowns 
in sullen majesty, and down his furrowed side the Black-beck of Torver
rolls its fretted torrent. Just at your feet lies the oblong rocky 
isle of Peel; and near it the dark points of half-immersed rocks just 
show themselves by turns. Here is the finest picture of the lake, and 
when it is smooth the whole is seen reflected on the shining surface 
of the watery mirror. On the western side the coast is steep rocks. 
The eastern side is much embayed. The high end of the lake is here in 
view, yet it seems to wind both ways behind the opposite promontories.
The range of naked rocks that cross the head of the lake appear now 
awful, from their sable hue, and behind them, the immense mass of 
Cove, Rydal-head, and many nameless mountains, have a most stupendous 
appearance, and seeming inaccessible height. A succession of pretty 
bays open to the traveller as he advances; the banks become more 
wooded,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>Black Beck of Torver</kw>
<kw>Peel Island</kw>
<kw>Cove</kw>
<kw>Rydal Head</kw>
<kw>station, Peel Ness</kw>
</note>
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and more cultivation appears. On the western margin stands the lady of
the lake, Coniston-hall, concealed in a grove of tall trees, and above
it, the village of the same name. The hall has only changed masters 
twice since the conquest, and has belonged to the family of Fleming 
most of time.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Coniston 3">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Beck Leven Foot</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION III. After crossing the common where grows a picturesque yew 
tree on the right hand, and a small peninsula rushes into the lake on 
the left, crowned with a single tree, enter the grove, and pass a 
gate, and bridge that crosses a small rivulet. Look for a fragment of 
dark-colored rock on the margin of the water, and near it will be 
found the best stand for the artist to take the finest view on the 
lake. Looking across the lake, by the south end of the grove that 
conceals Coniston-hall, and over the cultivated tract that rises 
behind it, between two swells of rocks, a cataract will meet the eye, 
issuing from the bosom of the mountains. The side ground on the right 
is a wooded, sloping rock, and over it the road is catched slanting 
along. The near foreground is the greatest extent of the lake; and 
behind the immediate mountains, the Westmorland fells are seen 
towering to the clouds. This station will be found, by company coming 
down the lake, at the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>Coniston Hall</kw>
<kw>Fleming Family</kw>
<kw>station, Beck Leven Foot</kw>
<kw>Coniston</kw>
<kw>artist</kw>
<kw>station, Coniston 3</kw>
</note>
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circular bay; where the road first joins the level of the water.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Coniston Water by boat</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The next grand view is had in the boat, and from the centre of the 
lake, opposite to Coniston-hall. Looking towards the mountains, the 
lake spreads itself into a noble expanse of transparent water, and 
burst into a bay on each side, bordered with verdant meadows, and 
inclosed with a variety of grounds, rising in an exceedingly bold 
manner. The objects are beautifully diversified amongst themselves, 
and contrasted by the finest exhibition of rural elegance 
(cultivation, and pasturage, waving woods, and sloping inclosures, 
adorned by nature, and improved by art) under the bold sides of 
stupendous mountains, whose airy summits the elevated eye cannot now 
reach, and which almost deny access to human kind.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Following the line of shore from Coniston-hall, to the upper end of 
the lake, the village of Coniston is in full view, and consists of 
seats, groups of houses, farms, and cots, scattered in a picturesque 
manner over the cultivated slope. Some are snow-white, others gray; 
some stand forth on bold eminences at the head of green inclosures; 
backed with steep woods; others are pitched on sweet declivities, and 
seem hanging in the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>Coniston Hall</kw>
<kw>station, Coniston Water by boat</kw>
</note>
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air; some again are on a level with the lake; and all are neatly 
covered with blue slate, the produce of the mountains, and beautified 
with ornamental yews, hollies, and tall pines, or firs. This is a 
charming scene, when the morning sun tinges the whole with a variety 
of tints. In the point of beauty and centre of perspective, a white 
house, under a hanging wood, gives life to this picture. Here a range 
of dark rugged rocks rise abruptly, and deeply contrast the 
transparent surface of the lake, and the stripe of verdure that skirts
their feet. The eastern shore is not less bold and embayed[1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
It will be allowed, that the views on this lake are beautiful and 
picturesque, yet they please more than surprise. The hills that 
immediately inclose the lake, are ornamental, but humble. The 
mountains at the head of the lake are great, noble, and sublime, 
without any thing that is horrid or terrible. They are bold and steep,
without the projecting precipice, the overhanging rock, or pendant 
cliff. The hanging woods, waving inclosures, and airy sites, are 
elegant, beautiful, and picturesque; and the whole may be seen with 
ease and pleasure. In a fine morning, there is not a more plea-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>station, Coniston Water by boat</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
The slate brought down from the mountains is laid up here, till put on
board boats that transport it to Water-foot.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>slate</kw>
<kw>Waterfoot, Coniston</kw>
</note>
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[pleas]ant rural ride; and then the beauties of the lake are seen to 
the most advantage. In the afternoon, if the sun shines, much of the 
effect is lost by the change of light; and such as visit it from the 
north, lose all the charm arising from the swell of the mountains, by 
turning their backs upon them.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The feeder of this lake, besides the Black-beck of Torver, is 
Coniston-beck. It decends (sic) from the mountains, or rather is 
precipitated, in a short course to the lake, which it enters on the 
western canton in a clear stream, concealed by its banks. The lake 
bends away to the east, and its intermediate shore is a beach of 
pebble and sand. This beach is adorned with a cot, set under a full 
topt tree.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The char here are said to be the finest in England. They are taken 
later than on Windermere-water, and continue longer in the spring.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Coniston to Hawkshead</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Hollin Bank S</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
At Water-head [1], the road to the east leads to Ambleside, eight 
miles; to Hawkshead, three. Ascend a steep hill surronded (sic) with
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>Black Beck of Torver</kw>
<kw>Coniston Beck</kw>
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>Water Head</kw>
<kw>Waterhead, Coniston</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.54.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A little to the west, and at the north end of the lake, stands the 
house of Michael Knott, Esq. who has made many handsome improvements 
on his estate here, which, with contrasted with the native rudeness of
the surrounding hills, have a pleasing effect.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Knott, Michael</kw>
</note>
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wood, and have a back view of the lake. To the north is a most awful 
scene of mountains, in every variety of horrid shape. Amongst them 
sweeps to the north a deep winding chasm, darkened by overhanging 
rocks, that the eye cannot pierce, nor the imagination fathom; from 
which turn your face to the east, and you have a view of some part of 
Windermere-water. The road soon divides; the left leads to Ambleside, 
the right to Hawkshead, which stands under a mountain, at the upper 
end of a narrow valley. The church is seated on the front of an 
eminence that commands the vale, which is floated with
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Esthwaite Water</kw>
</note>
<head>
ESTHWAITE-WATER,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Two miles in length, and half a mile in breadth, intersected by a 
peninsula from each side, jutting far into the lake, finely elevated, 
crowned with cultivation, and bordered with fringed trees and coppice 
wood. The lake is encompassed with a good carriage road, and over its 
outlet is a narrow stone bridge. On the banks are villages and 
scattered houses, sweetly situated under woods and hanging grounds, 
enamelled with delightful verdure and soft vegetation; all which is 
heightened by the deep shade of the woods, and the strong back-ground 
of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Hollin Bank S</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Hawkshead</kw>
<kw>Esthwaite Water</kw>
</note>
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rocky mountains. At the head of a gentle slope, with a just elevation,
a handsome modern house, Belmount, is charmingly situated, and 
commands a delightful view of the lake with all its environs. The 
house of Thomas Alcock Beck, Esq. is most delightfully situated on the
margin of the lake.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The fish here are perch, pike, eel, and trout. No char are found in 
this lake, though it is connected with Windermere-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Hawkshead to Windermere</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From Hawkshead to Ambleside, five miles: to the horse-ferry on 
Windermere-water, four miles. On horseback, this latter is the more 
eligible rout (sic), as it leads immediately to the centre of the 
lake, where all its beauties are seen to the greatest advantage.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Windermere</kw>
</note>
<head>
WINDERMERE.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Windermere-water, like that of Coniston, is viewed to the greatest 
advantage by facing the mountains, which rise in grandeur on the eye, 
and swell upon the imagination as they are approached.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The road to the ferry is round the head of Esthwaite-water, through 
the villages of Colthouse and Sawreys. Ascend a steep
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Belmount</kw>
<kw>station, Belmount</kw>
<kw>Beck, Thomas Alcock</kw>
<kw>perch</kw>
<kw>pike</kw>
<kw>eel</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>road, Hawkshead to Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Hawkshead to Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Windermere Ferry</kw>
<kw>ferry, Windermere</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Colthouse</kw>
<kw>Far Sawrey</kw>
<kw>Near Sawrey</kw>
</note>
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hill, and from its summit, have a view of a long reach of 
Windermere-water, stretching far to the south, till lost between two 
high promontories. The road serpentizes round a rocky mountain, till 
you come under a broken scar, that in some places hangs over the way, 
and where ancient yews and hollies grow fantastically amongst the 
fallen rocks. This brings you soon to
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Windermere 1">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Station, Claife</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION I, near the isthmus of the ferry point [1]. In front, 
Rampsholme, or Berkshire-island [2], presents itself in all its 
length, clothed in wood. To the left, the ferry point closing with 
Crow-holme, a wooded island, forms a fine promontory. Just behind 
this, the mountain retiring inward, makes a semi-circular bay, 
surrounded by a few acres of the most elegant verdure, sloping upwards
from the water's edge, graced with a cottage in the finest point of 
view. Above it, the mountain rises in an agreeable wildness, 
variegated with scattered trees, and silver-grey rocks. An extent of 
water of twelve miles in circum-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Station, Claife</kw>
<kw>ferry, Windermere</kw>
<kw>Windermere Ferry</kw>
<kw>Ramp Holme, Windermere</kw>
<kw>Berkshire Island</kw>
<kw>Crow Holme</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.57.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This station is now sufficiently pointed out by the elegant building 
lately erected thereon, belonging to John Christian Curwen, Esq. and 
called THE STATION, which, with the improvements made in the 
Ferry-house Inn, and grounds adjoining, render it one of the most 
delightful places near the lakes.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Station, Claife</kw>
<kw>Station, The</kw>
<kw>Curwen, John Christian</kw>
<kw>Ferry House Inn</kw>
<kw>station, Windermere 1</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.57.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This little island has descended with the Levens estates time 
immemorial, and is now the property of the Hon. Fulk Greville Howard.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ramp Holme, Windermere</kw>
<kw>Levens Family</kw>
<kw>Howard, Fulk Greville</kw>
</note>
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[circum]ference, spreads itself to the north, frequently intersected 
with promontories, or spotted with islands. Amongst them, the Holme, 
or Great Island, an oblong tract of thirty acres, traverses the lake 
in an oblique line, surrounded by a number of inferior isles, finely 
formed and dressed in wood. The pointed dark rocks of Curlew-craggs 
appear above the water, and others just concealed, give a sable hue to
that part of the lake. Rough-holme, is a circular isle, covered with 
trees. Lady-holme, where in ancient times stood an oratory, is an isle
of an oval form, vested with coppice-wood. Hen-holme is a rock covered
with shrubs. Grass-holme is shaded with a grove of oaks. And two 
smaller islets borrow their names form the lilies of the valley, which
decorate them. These with Crow-holme and Berkshire island, form this 
Archipelago.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
To the north of this magnificent scene, a glorious sheet of water 
expands itself to the right and left, in curves bearing from the eye; 
bounded on the west by the continuation of the mountain where you 
stand, whose bold lofty side is embellished with growing trees, 
shrubs, and coarse vegetation, intermixed with grey rocks, that group 
finely with the deep green of yews and hollies. The eastern view is a 
noble contrast to this, adorned with
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Holme</kw>
<kw>Great Island</kw>
<kw>Belle Isle</kw>
<kw>Curlew Craggs</kw>
<kw>Rough Holme</kw>
<kw>Lady Holme</kw>
<kw>oratory, Lady Holme</kw>
<kw>Hen Holme</kw>
<kw>Grass Holme</kw>
<kw>Crow Holme</kw>
<kw>Berkshire Island</kw>
<kw>Ramp Holme</kw>
<kw>Lilies of the Valley Islands</kw>
</note>
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all that is beautiful, grand and sublime.- The immediate space is much
cultivated, (sic) The variety of hanging grounds are immense, 
consisting of woods, groves, and inclosures, all terminated in rocky 
woodlands of various forms. It spreads above in a beautiful variety of
waving inclosures, intermixed with hanging woods, and shrubby circular
spots, over-topped with wild grounds and rocky ridges of broken 
mountains. In some places it swells into spacious bays, fringed with 
trees, whose bushy heads wave beautifully over the crystal waters. The
parsonage-house is seen sweetly seated under a range of tall firs. 
Following the same line of shore, above the east, ferry point, and on 
the banks of the bay, the tops of the houses and the church of Bowness
are just seen. Above that, Bannerigg and Orresthead rise gradually 
into points, cultivated to the top, and cut into inclosures. These are
contrasted by the rugged craggs of Biscot-how. Troutbeck-park comes 
next in view, and over that, Hill-bell rears its conic top, and 
Fair-field swells in Alpine pride, rivalled only by Rydal's loftier 
head.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The eastern coast, to the south of what has been described, is still 
more pleasing in variety of little groves, interposed inclosures, and 
scattered houses, sweetly secreted. To
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>parsonage, Windermere</kw>
<kw>Ferry Point</kw>
<kw>St Martin, Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
<kw>Bannerigg</kw>
<kw>Orrest Head</kw>
<kw>Biscot How</kw>
<kw>Troutbeck Park</kw>
<kw>Hill Bell</kw>
<kw>Ill Bell</kw>
<kw>Fairfield</kw>
<kw>Rydal Head</kw>
</note>
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the south, and from the western coast, at three miles distance, 
Rawlinson's nab, a high-crowned promontory, shoots far into the lake; 
and from the opposite shore, you see the Storrs, another wooded 
promontory, stretching far into the water, pointing at the rocky isle 
of Ling-holme. Over Rawlinson's nab, the lake spreads out in a 
magnificent sheet of water; and following the winding shore far to the
south, it seems lost hehind (sic) a promontory on the eastern side. 
Over two woody mountains, Park and Landen-nab, the blue summits of 
other distant mountains in various forms, close the scene.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Harrow Farm</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Return to the road, and at the gate leading to the ferry-house, follow
the path to the left, having a stone-wall on the right, until you 
approach the farm-house called Harrow. Here a charming picture will 
present itself in an elegant style. The island, from this stand, 
appears with much variety of shore; indented and embayed; almost 
surrounded with islets; adorned with ancient oaks and scattered trees 
[1]. Here the lake is caught a second time over the island; and the 
village and church of Bowness hang on its banks. A sweeter picture 
than this, the lake does not
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Rawlinson's Nab</kw>
<kw>Storrs</kw>
<kw>Ling Holme</kw>
<kw>Park</kw>
<kw>Landen Nab</kw>
<kw>Harrow Farm</kw>
<kw>St Martin, Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
<kw>station, Harrow Farm</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.60.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the collection of <emph rend="italic">Views of the Lakes</emph>, engraved by 

Messrs. 
Byrne &amp;c. Mr. Farrington's view from the hill above the ferry-house, 
represents this scene.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Byrne, Mr</kw>
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington</kw>
</note>
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furnish.- The artist will find a proper stand on the inside of the 
stone-wall.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Having from this station enjoyed these charming views, descend to the 
ferry-house, and proceed to the Great Island, where you will again see
all that is charming on the lake, or magnificent and sublime in the 
environs, in a new point of view.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The island was long the property of the Philipsons, once a family of 
consequence in these parts [1].
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Windermere 2">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Belle Isle S</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION II. The views from this delicious spot are many and charming.-
From the <emph rend="italic">south</emph> side of the island you look over a 
noble extent 
of water, bounded in front by waves of distant mountains, that rise 
from the water's edge. The two ferry-points form a picturesque strait;
and beyond that, the Storrs on one side, and Rawlinson's nab on the 
other, shooting far into the lake, form a grand sinuosity, while the 
intermediate shores are beautifully indented with wooded promontories,
or ornamented with elegant edgings of luxurious trees. Berkshire and 
Crow-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>station, Harrow Farm</kw>
<kw>Great Island</kw>
<kw>Belle Isle</kw>
<kw>Philipson Family</kw>
<kw>station, Belle Isle S</kw>
<kw>Storrs</kw>
<kw>Rawlinson's Nab</kw>
<kw>Berkshire Island</kw>
<kw>Ramp Holme</kw>
<kw>Crow Holme</kw>
<kw>artist</kw>
<kw>station, Windermere 2</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.61.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This island is now the property of Mr. Curwen, who finished the large 
mansion-house begun by Mr. English, laid the whole out in 
pleasure-grounds, in the modern style, suitable to the place, and made
it one of the sweetest places that can be imagined.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Great Island</kw>
<kw>Belle Isle</kw>
<kw>Curwen, Mr</kw>
<kw>English, Mr</kw>
</note>
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[Crow]holme islands break the line in this noble expanse of water. The
eastern shore discovers much cultivation; and the succeeding hills are
much diversified, and strangely tumbled about. Some are laid out in 
grass inclosures, other cut with hedges, and fringed with trees; one 
is crowned with wood, and skirted with the sweetest verdure; another 
waves with corn; and the whole is a mixture of objects that constitute
the most pleasing of rural scenes.- The upper grounds are wild, and 
pastured with flocks.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Windermere 3">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Belle Isle N</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION III. From the <emph rend="italic">north</emph> side of the island, the 
views are 
more sublime and vast. The lake is here seen both ways.- To the south,
an expanse of water spreads on both hands, and behind you, you see a 
succession of promontories, with variety of shore, patched with 
islands, and the whole encircled by an amphitheatre of distant hills, 
rising in noble style. Turning to the north, the view is over a reach 
of lake, six miles in length, and above one in breadth, interrupted 
with scattered islands of different figures and dress; which, on a 
calm day, may be seen distinctly reflected from the limpid surface of 
the water that surrounds them. The environs exhibit all the grandeur 
of Alpine scenes. The conic summits of Langdale-pikes and Hill-bell; 
the broken ridge of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>station, Belle Isle S</kw>
<kw>Crow Holme</kw>
<kw>station, Belle Isle N</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Hill Bell</kw>
<kw>Ill Bell</kw>
<kw>Wrynose</kw>
<kw>station, Windermere 3</kw>
</note>
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Wrynose, and the rocky point of Kirkstone; the overhanging cliff of 
Hardknot [1], uniform mass of Fairfield and Rydal-head, with the 
far-extended mountains of Troutbeck and Kentmere,- form as magnificent
an amphitheatre, and as grand an assemblage of mountains, dells, and 
chasms, as ever the fancy of Poussin suggested, or the genius of Rosa 
invented. The island is the centre of this amphitheatre, and in the 
opposite point, directly over the extremity of the lake, is 
Rydal-hall, sweetly situated for the enjoyment of these scenes, and 
animating the whole in return. The immediate borders of the lake are 
adorned with villages and scattered cots. Calgarth-park [2] and 
Rayrigg grace its banks.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Windermere by boat</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
After enjoying these internal views from the bosom of the lake, I 
recommend sailing
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>station, Belle Isle N</kw>
<kw>Wrynose</kw>
<kw>Kirkstone</kw>
<kw>Hardknot</kw>
<kw>Fairfield</kw>
<kw>Rydal Head</kw>
<kw>Kentmere Pike</kw>
<kw>Poussin</kw>
<kw>Dughet, Gaspard</kw>
<kw>Rosa, Salvator</kw>
<kw>Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>Calgarth Park</kw>
<kw>Rayrigg</kw>
<kw>sailing</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.63.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Langdale-pikes, Wrynose, and Hardknot, are named as being in the 
environs, and in the western canton of this amphitheatre, yet in 
reality are not seen from this island, being intercepted by a process 
of Furness-fells.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Wrynose</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Hardknot</kw>
<kw>Furness Fells</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.63.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The old mansion here is built much in the style of Levens and Sizergh.
Some of the rooms have been elegantly finished; but having been a long
time in the possession of farmers, who occupy but a part of it, it is 
much gone out of repair, and has on the whole but a melancholy 
appearance. This circumstance, in concurrence with the superstitous 
notions which have ever been common in country places, and the 
particulars mentioned below, have probably given rise to a report, 
which has long prevailed, that the house is haunted. And many are the 
stories of frightful visions, and mischievous deeds, which the goblins
of the place are said to have performed to terrify and distress the 
harmless neighbourhood. These fables are not yet entirely disbelieved.
Spectres are still seen, and there are two human skulls, which have 
lain in the window of a large room as long as can be remembered, whose
history and reputed properties are far too singular not to contribute 
something to this story of <emph rend="italic">the haunted house</emph>, and to 

let them 
pass over in this note.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
It has been a popular tale in these parts, of immemorial standing, 
that these skulls formerly belonged to two poor old people, who were 
unjustly executed for a robbery; that, to perpetuate their innocence, 
some ghost brought them there, and that they are for that end 
<emph rend="italic">indestructible</emph>, and, in effect, <emph rend="italic">
immoveable</emph>. For, it is 
said, to what place soever they were taken, or however used, they were
still presently seen again in their old dormitory, the window. As the 
report goes, they have been buried, burnt, powdered, and dispersed in 
the wind, and upon the lake, several times to no purpose, as to their 
removal or destruction. So far says common fame. Certain it is human 
remains still exist. And it would be thought an impeachment of the 
taste and curiosity of the nymphs and swains of the neighbouring 
villages, if they could not say they had <emph rend="italic">once</emph> seen 
the skulls 
of Calgarth.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As a more <emph rend="italic">rational</emph> account of the matter, (though 
still lame 
and unsatisfactory,) is told by some, that there formerly lived in the
house a famous doctress who had two skeletons by her, for the usual 
purposes of her profession; and the skulls happening to meet with 
better preservation than the rest of the bones, they were accidentally
honoured with singular notice. But be their origin what it may, their 
legend is too whimsical and improbable to deserve being recorded, 
otherwise than as an instance of the never-failing credulity of 
ignorance and superstition.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Calgarth-park was purchased by Dr. Watson, the late bishop of 
Llandaff, who built an elegant mansion thereon, which, with the other 
improvements in that fine situation, makes it one of the most elegant 
places of residence in this country.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Calgarth</kw>
<kw>haunted house</kw>
<kw>skulls, Calgarth</kw>
<kw>Watson, Dr</kw>
<kw>Llandaff, Bishop of</kw>
</note>
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down to Rawlinson's-nab. On the south side of it, a pretty bay opens 
for landing. In the course of the voyage, you should touch at the 
different islands in the way, where every
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>sailing</kw>
</note>
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object is varied by a change of features, in such a manner as renders 
them wholly new. The great island changes its appearance, and, joined 
with the ferry points, cuts the lake in two. The house thereon becomes
an important to object. The ferry-house, seen under the sycamore 
grove, has a fine effect; and the broken cliff over it, constitutes a 
most agreeable picture. The greatest beauty of the shore, and the 
finest rural scenes in nature, are found by traversing the lake; and 
viewing each in turn. they receive improvement from contrast.- The 
western side is spread with enchanting sylvan scenes; the eastern 
waves with all the improved glory of rural magnificence.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Windermere 4">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Rawlinson Nab</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION IV. Rawlinson's-nab is a peninsular-rock, of a circular 
figure, swelling to a crown in the centre, covered with a low wood; 
there are two of them, but it is from the crown of the interior nab, 
you have the present surprising view of two fine sheets of water, that
bend different ways.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The view to the south, is bounded on both sides by a bold and various 
shore. The hills are wooded and rough, but spotted in parts with small
inclosures, and their tops burst into rocks of various shapes.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>sailing</kw>
<kw>Great Island</kw>
<kw>Belle Isle</kw>
<kw>station, Rawlinson Nab</kw>
<kw>Rawlinson's Nab</kw>
<kw>station, Windermere by boat</kw>
<kw>station, Windermere 4</kw>
</note>
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The view to the north is more beautiful: an extent of three miles of 
the lake is broken into by the bold promontory, the Storrs, and above 
that, Berkshire-island is charmingly placed. Bannerigg and 
Orrest-head, rising inward from the shore in magnificent slopes, are 
seen from hence to great advantage. This beautiful scene is well 
contrasted on the opposite side, by a ridge of hanging woods, spread 
over wild romantic grounds, that shoot abruptly into bold and spirited
projections [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Brant Fell</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Return to Bowness, and conclude the survey by taking Mr. Young's 
general view of the lake, where at one glance, you command all its 
striking beauties. No station can better answer the purpose, and it 
would be here an injustice done to the discoverer, to deviate one 
tittle from his description.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Windermere 5">
<q rend="quote">
STATION V. 'Thus having viewed the most pleasing objects from these 
points, let me next conduct you to a spot, where at one glance, you 
command them all in fresh situations, and all assuming a new 
appearance. For this purpose, you return to the village, and taking 
the bye-road to the turnpike, mount the hill without turning your head
(if I was your guide, I would conduct you be-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>station, Rawlinson Nab</kw>
<kw>Storrs</kw>
<kw>Berkshire Island</kw>
<kw>Belle Isle</kw>
<kw>Orrest Head</kw>
<kw>Bannerigg</kw>
<kw>station, Brant Fell</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>station, Windermere 5</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.66.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As it commanded more of the mountains at the head of the lake, Mr. 
Farrington has given the view from Gillhead.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington 14</kw>
<kw>Gillhead</kw>
</note>
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[be]hind a small hill, that you might come at once upon the view) till
you almost gain the top, when you will be struck with astonishment at 
the prospect spread at your feet, which, if not the most superlative 
view that nature can exhibit, she is more fertile in beauties than the
reach of my imagination will allow me to conceive. It would be mere 
vanity to attempt to describe a scene which beggars all description; 
but that you may have some faint idea of the outlines of this 
wonderful picture, I will just give the particulars of which it 
consists.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The point on which you stand is the side of a large ridge of hills 
that form the eastern boundary of the lake, and the situation high 
enough to look <emph rend="italic">down</emph> upon all the objects; a 
circumstance of 
great importance, which painting cannot imitate. In landscapes, you 
are either on a level with the objects, or look up to them; the 
painter cannot give the declivity at your feet, which lessens the 
object as much in the perpendicular line, as in the horizontal one. 
You look down upon a noble winding valley, of about twelve miles long,
every where inclosed with grounds, which rise in a very bold and 
various manner; in some places bulging into mountains, abrupt, wild, 
and cultivated; in others breaking into rocks, craggy, pointed, and
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Brant Fell</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>painting</kw>
</note>
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irregular; here rising into hills covered with the noblest woods, 
presenting a gloomy brownness of shade, almost from the clouds to the 
reflection of the trees in the limpid water of the lake they so 
beautifully skirt; there waving in glorious slopes of cultivated 
inclosures, adorned in the sweetest manner with every object that can 
give variety to art, or elegance to nature; trees, woods, villages, 
houses, farms, scattered with picturesque confusion, and waving to the
eye in the most romantic landscapes that nature can exhibit.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'This valley, so beautifully inclosed, is floated by the lake, which 
spreads forth to right and left, in one vast, but irregular expanse of
transparent water; a more noble object can hardly be imagined. Its 
immediate shore is traced in every variety of line that fancy can 
imagine; sometimes contracting the lake into the appearance of a noble
winding river; at others retiring from it and opening into large bays,
as if for navies to anchor in: promontories spread with woods, or 
scattered with trees and inclosures, projecting into the water in the 
most picturesque style imaginable; rocky points breaking the shore, 
and rearing their bold heads above the water; in a word, a variety 
that amazes the beholder.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Brant Fell</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<q rend="quote">
'But what finishes the scene, with an elegance too delicious to be 
imagined, is, this beautiful sheet of water being dotted with no less 
than ten islands, distinctly comprehended by the eye, all of the most 
bewitching beauty. The large one presents a waving various line, which
rises from the water in the most picturesque inequalities of surface: 
high land in one place, low in another, clumps of trees in this spot, 
scattered ones in that, adorned by a farm-house on the water's edge, 
and backed with a little wood, vying in simple elegance with Baromean 
palaces; some of the smaller islets rising from the lake, like little 
hills of wood; some only scattered with trees, and others of grass of 
the finest verdure; a more beautiful variety is no where to be seen.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'Strain your imagination to command the idea of so noble an expanse of
water, thus gloriously environed, spotted with islands, more beautiful
than would have issued from the happiest painter. Picture the 
mountains rearing their majestic heads with native sublimity; the vast
rocks boldly projecting their terrible craggy points, and, in the path
of beauty, the variegated inclosures of the most charming verdure, 
hanging to the eye in every picturesque form that can grace landscape,
with the most exquisite touches of <emph rend="italic">la belle nature</emph>. 
If you 
raise your fancy to some-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Brant Fell</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[some]thing infinitely beyond this assemblage of rural elegancies, you
may have a faint notion of the unexampled beauties of this ravishing 
landscape.'
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Windermere</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
If the sun shines, this view of Mr. Young's can only be enjoyed early 
in the morning; as that on the opposite shore, behind the two oak 
trees, is, from a parity of circumstances, an afternoon prospect. 
These are the finest stations on the lake for pleasing the eye, but 
are much too elevated for the purpose of the artist, who will find the
picturesque points on the great island well suited for his intention 
of morning and evening landscape, having command of fore-ground, the 
objects well ascertained, grouped, and disposed in the finest order of
nature. A picture of the north end of the lake, taken from this 
island, will far exceed the fanciful production of the happiest 
pencil.- This may easily be verified by the use of the concave 
reflecting glass.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Rawlinson's-nab is a picturesque point, either for the eye or for the 
pencil. You are there advanced a great way into the lake, in the midst
of the finest scenes, and with a charming fore-ground.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
From the low Cat-crag, which is a little to the south of the Nab, you 
have a view of the south end of the lake, and as far north
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Brant Fell</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>artist</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>Low Cat Crag</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<q rend="quote continued">
as the great island. The ferry points, the Storrs, the Nab, and the 
lesser islands, are distinctly viewed in a fine order. The house on 
the island is a good object; and the beauties of the western shore to 
the south of the Cragg are only seen from thence.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
To sum up the peculiar beauties of Windermere, its great variety of 
landscapes, and enchanting views, after what Mr. Young has said of it 
is unnecessary. He allowed himself time to examine this lake, and the 
lakes in Cumberland, and he describes each of them with much taste and
judgement, and it is evident he gives the preference to Windermere 
[1]. Yet this ought not to prejudice the minds of those who have the 
tour to make, against such as prefer Derwent-water, or
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Storrs</kw>
<kw>Rawlinson's Nab</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.71.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Pennant compares it to the chief of the Scotch Lakes and concludes
it to be <emph rend="italic">here</emph> what Loch Lomond is <emph 
rend="italic">there</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
On the banks of Windermere-water, have been lately built many elegant 
villas; by Mr. Law, at Brathay; Miss Pritchard, Croft-Lodge, 
Clappersgate; Mr. Harrison, above Ambleside; Mrs. Taylor, Cottage, 
Ambleside; the late Bishop of Llandaff, Calgarth; Mr. North, 
Ambleside; Mrs. Taylor, Bellfield, near Bowness; Mr. Crump, 
Ferney-Green; Mr. Bellasis, Holly-Hill; Mr. Greaves, Old England; John
Bolton, Esq. Storrs; Mr. Taylor, Townhead; Mr. Dixon, Fell-foot; Mr. 
Machel, Newby-bridge; &amp;c. These objects, as works of art, most of 
which are done in styles suitable to their situation, give an air of 
consequence to the country, and, with the surrounding natural 
beauties, have lately made this neighbourhood, and particularly about 
Ambleside, a place of the greatest celebrity.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Loch Lomond</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Law, Mr</kw>
<kw>Brathay</kw>
<kw>Pritchard, Miss</kw>
<kw>Croft Lodge, Clappersgate</kw>
<kw>Harrison, Mr</kw>
<kw>Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Taylor, Mrs</kw>
<kw>Cottage, Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Llandaff, Bishop of</kw>
<kw>Calgarth</kw>
<kw>North, Mr</kw>
<kw>Bellfield</kw>
<kw>Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
<kw>Crump, Mr</kw>
<kw>Ferney Green</kw>
<kw>Bellasis, Mr</kw>
<kw>Holly Hill</kw>
<kw>Greaves, Mr</kw>
<kw>Old England</kw>
<kw>Bolton, John</kw>
<kw>Storrs</kw>
<kw>Taylor, Mr</kw>
<kw>Townhead</kw>
<kw>Dixon, Mr</kw>
<kw>Fell Foot</kw>
<kw>Machel, Mr</kw>
<kw>Newby Bridge</kw>
<kw>development</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.72">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Ullswater. The styles are all different, and therefore the sensations 
they excite will also be different; and the idea that gives pleasure 
or pain in the highest degree, will be the rule of comparative 
judgement. It will, however, perhaps be allowed by all, that the 
greatest variety of fine landscape is found at this lake [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
These stations will furnish much amusement to those who visit them; 
and others may perhaps be occasionally found, equally pleasing. And 
whoever is delighted with water expeditions and entertainments, such 
as rowing, sailing, fishing, &amp;c., may enjoy them here in the highest 
perfection.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The principal feeders of Windermere-water, are the rivers Rothay and 
Brathay.- They unite their streams at the western corner of the head 
of the lake, below Clappersgate, at a place called the 
Three-foot-brander, and after a short course boldly enter the lake.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>stations, Windermere</kw>
<kw>rowing</kw>
<kw>sailing</kw>
<kw>fishing</kw>
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>Brathay, River</kw>
<kw>Clappersgate</kw>
<kw>Three Foot Brander</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.72.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Not one bulrush, or swampy reed defiles the margin of this imperial 
Lake. No Lake has its border so well ascertained, and of such easy 
access. Not one, after Lomond, can boast of so vast a guard of 
mountains, with such variety and diversity of shore.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In Navigating the Lake upwards from the great Island, the extremity 
appears singularly noble; its parts great and picturesque. The view of
the surrounding mountains, from Cove to Kirkstone is astonishing.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>bulrush</kw>
<kw>reed</kw>
<kw>Great Island</kw>
<kw>Belle Isle</kw>
<kw>Cove</kw>
<kw>Kirkstone</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.73">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The fish of this lake are char, trout, perch, pike, and eel. Of the 
char there are two varieties, the <emph rend="italic">case</emph> char, and the 


<emph rend="italic">gelt</emph> char.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The greatest depth of the lake is, opposite to Ecclerigg-cragg, 222 
feet. The fall from Newby-bridge, where the current of the lake 
becomes visible, to the high water-mark of the tide at Low-wood 
(distant two miles) is 105 feet. The bottom of the lake is therefore 
117 feet below the high water-mark of the sea.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
In Bowness there is nothing so remarkable as some remains of painted 
glass, in the east window of the church, that were brought from the 
abbey of Furness [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Bowness to Ambleside</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Rayrigg</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From Bowness to Ambleside is six miles, along the side of the lake 
[2]. On the top of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>perch</kw>
<kw>pike</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>gelt char</kw>
<kw>case char</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake, depth</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Ecclerigg Crag</kw>
<kw>Newby Bridge</kw>
<kw>current</kw>
<kw>Low Wood, Lakes</kw>
<kw>sea</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake, altitude</kw>
<kw>St Martin, Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
<kw>Bowness-on-Windermere</kw>
<kw>stained glass</kw>
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.73.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The present remains of this window show that it has contained very 
fine colouring in its former state. The arms of France and England 
quartered, are well preserved at the top of the window. The design is 
a Crucifixion, in figures as large as life. By the hands, feet, and 
parts remaining, it seems to have been of singular beauty. On the 
dexter side of the crucifixion, is St. George slaying the Dragon; on 
the sinister, the Virgin Mary;- an uncouth assemblage. Beneath, are 
the figures of a knight and his lady kneeling, before whom are a group
of kneeling monks, over whose heads are wrote W. Hartley, Tho. Honton,
and other names, by the breaking of the glass rendered not legible.'- 
<emph rend="italic">Hutchinson's Excursion</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>stained glass</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, royal</kw>
<kw>Crucifixion</kw>
<kw>St George</kw>
<kw>dragon</kw>
<kw>Virgin Mary</kw>
<kw>Hartley, W</kw>
<kw>Hinton, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Hutchinson's Excursion</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.73.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The Low-Wood Inn, about two miles short of Ambleside, will attract the
Tourist's notice. No other Inn in his route has so fine a view of a 
Lake, and the natural beauties of which he is in quest. A small cannon
is kept here to gratify the curious with those remarkable 
reverberations of sound, which follow the report of a gun, &amp;c. in 
these singular vales, and of which, a <emph rend="italic">general</emph> 
description is 
given in the subsequent lines:-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>... The cannon's roar</l>
<l>Bursts from the bosom of the hollow shore.</l>
<l>The dire explosion the whole concave fills,</l>
<l>And shakes the firm foundation of the hills,</l>
<l>Now pausing deep, now bellowing from afar,</l>
<l>Now rages near the elemental war;</l>
<l>Affrighted echo opens all her cells,</l>
<l>With gather'd strength the posting clamour swells,</l>
<l>Check'd or impell'd, and varying in its course, It slumbers, now 
awakes with double force,</l>
<l>Searching the strait, the crooked hill and dale,</l>
<l>Sinks in the breeze, or rises in the gale;</l>
<l>Chorus of earth and sky! the mountains sing,</l>
<l>And heaven's own thunders thro' the valleys ring.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Killarney</emph>. X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Low Wood Hotel, Lakes</kw>
<kw>station, Low Wood Hotel, Lakes</kw>
<kw>Cockin, William</kw>
<kw>cannon</kw>
<kw>echoes</kw>
<kw>Killarney, poem</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.74">
<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
an eminence, a little behind Rayrig [1], there is a fine view of the 
northern extremity of the lake. As you proceed along the banks, every 
step has importance, and the prospect becomes more and more august, 
exhibiting much variety of Appenine grandeur. Langdale-pikes, that 
guard the pass into Borrowdale on this side of the Yoak, and spiral 
Hill-bell; the overhanging crags of lofty Rainsbarrow; the broken 
ridge of Redscrees, Fairfield, and Scrubby-crag (on whose precipitous 
front the eagle builds his nest, secure from the envious shepherds of 
the vale) with a chaos of other nameless mountains, are all in sight.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Rayrigg</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Yoak</kw>
<kw>Yoke</kw>
<kw>Hill Bell</kw>
<kw>Ill Bell</kw>
<kw>Rainsborrow</kw>
<kw>Redscrees</kw>
<kw>Fairfield</kw>
<kw>Scrubby Crag</kw>
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>shepherd</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.74.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This place is said to have some resemblance to Ferney, on the lake of 
Geneva, the seat of the late celebrated Voltaire.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.75">
<p rend="text">
Page 75:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman fort, Ambleside</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Just at the head of Windermere, and a little short of Ambleside, turn 
down a bye-road to the left, and see the vestige of a Roman station. 
It lies in a meadow, on a level with the lake, and, as supposed, was 
called the <emph rend="italic">Dictis</emph>, where a part of the cohort <emph 
rend="italic">Nerviorum 
Dictentium</emph> was stationed. It is placed near the meetings of all 
the roads from Penrith, Keswick, Ravenglass, Furness, and Kendal, 
which it commanded, and was accessible only on one side.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Ambleside</kw>
</note>
<head>
AMBLESIDE [1].
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Here nothing at present is found of all that Camden mentions of this 
place. So swift is
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Waterhead</kw>
<kw>Dictis</kw>
<kw>Nerviorum Dictenium</kw>
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>Penrith</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ravenglass</kw>
<kw>Furness</kw>
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Camden, William</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.75.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(<emph rend="italic">Amboglana</emph>, Notit. Imper. <emph rend="italic">
Dictis</emph>. Horsley).- Though the 
author has not mentioned the circumstance, it is supposed that the 
natural beauties of this part of the country are equal in variety and 
perfection to any to be seen in the tour, and that the lover of 
<emph rend="italic">landscape</emph> in viewing many an undescribed scene, 
would be highly
gratified and delighted. But it is judged best not to descend into 
particulars. Let the admirer of rural nature please himself in their 
<emph rend="italic">discovery</emph> as well as <emph rend="italic">
examination</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Also, if the tourist love mountainous prospects, he may meet with one,
in about a three hour's ride from this place, that will not fail to 
please him. It is on Low-pike, in Rydal-park, from whence may be seen 
many of the lakes, as Rydal-water, Grasmere-water, Windermere-water, 
Blencow-tarn, Elter-water, Esthwaite-water, and Coniston-water, also 
the Isle of Walney, Pile of Foudry, the whole of Duddon, Ulverston, 
Lancaster, and Millthorp Sands; the mountain Ingleborough, and at an 
opening between two hills, the hideous rocks of Borrowdale. A further 
walk of about an hour will give view of Skiddaw, Helvellyn, 
Ulls-water, the Vale of St. John, and other parts of Cumberland.- This
mountainous excursion over, the following lines may not unaptly be 
introduced to the reader's notice.-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Descending now from AEther's pure domain,</l>
<l>By fancy borne to roam the nether plain,</l>
<l>Behold all-winning novelty display'd</l>
<l>Along the vale, the mountain, and the shade,</l>
<l>The scenes but late diminutive, resume</l>
<l>Their native grandeur, and their wonted bloom.</l>
<l>The woods expand their umbrage o'er the deep</l>
<l>And with ambitious aim ascend the steep,</l>
<l>Stage above stage, their vig'rous arms invade,</l>
<l>The tallest cliffs, and wrap them in the shade.</l>
<l>Each in its own pre-eminence regains</l>
<l>The high dominion of the subject plains</l>
<l>Smiling beneath, such smiles the people wear,</l>
<l>Happy in some paternal monarch's care.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Killarney</emph>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Amboglana</kw>
<kw>Dictis</kw>
<kw>Notitia Dignitatum</kw>
<kw>Horsley, Mr</kw>
<kw>station, Low Pike</kw>
<kw>Low Pike</kw>
<kw>Rydal Park</kw>
<kw>Rydal Water</kw>
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Blencow Tarn</kw>
<kw>Elter Water</kw>
<kw>Esthwaite Water</kw>
<kw>Coniston Water</kw>
<kw>Isle of Walney</kw>
<kw>Pile of Foudry</kw>
<kw>Duddon Sands</kw>
<kw>Ulverston Sands</kw>
<kw>Cartmel Sands</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>Millthorp Sands</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Vale of St John</kw>
<kw>Killarney, poem</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.76">
<p rend="text">
Page 76:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
time in destroying the last remains of ancient magnificence! Roman 
coins and arms have been frequently found here; and, in forming the 
turnpike-road through Rydal, an urn was lately taken up, which 
contained ashes and other Roman remains, and serves to prove that the 
tract of the ancient road laid that way.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Stockghyll Force</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
In mountainous countries, cascades, water-falls, and cataracts, are 
frequent, but only to be seen in high perfection when in full torrent,
and that is in wet weather, or soon after it. About a mile above 
Ambleside, there is, in a place called the Groves, a cascade, that, 
though the season should be dry,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>roman fort, Waterhead</kw>
<kw>coin, roman</kw>
<kw>roman coin</kw>
<kw>turnpike</kw>
<kw>Rydal</kw>
<kw>urn</kw>
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>Groves</kw>
<kw>Stockghyll Force</kw>
<kw>weather</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.77">
<p rend="text">
Page 77:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
merits a visit, on account of its singular, and distinguished features
[1]. It is the most curious you will see in the course of the tour. 
The stream here, though the water be low, is much divided, and broken 
by a variety of pointed dark rocks; after this, collecting itself into
one torrent, it is precipitated with a horrid rushing noise, into a 
dark gulph, unfathomable to the eye; and then, after rising in foam, 
it is once more dashed with a thundering noise headlong down a steep 
craggy channel till it joins the Rothay, below Ambleside. The parts of
this cataract are noble. The deep dark hue of the rocks, in the gloomy
bosom of a narrow glen, just visible by day, and the foaming water, 
tinged with a hue of green caught from the trees and shrubs that wave 
over the fall, render this scene highly awful and picturesque.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From Ambleside to Keswick, sixteen miles of excellent mountain road, 
furnishes much amusement to the traveller. If the season be rainy, or 
immediately after rain, all the possible variety of cascades, 
water-falls, and cataracts, are seen in this ride; some precipitating 
themselves from immense heights, others leaping and bounding from rock
to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Stockghyll Force</kw>
<kw>waterfall</kw>
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.77.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This cascade is called Stock Gill Force.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.78">
<p rend="text">
Page 78:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Rydal waterfalls</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote continued">
rock, in foaming torrent, hurling huge fragments of them to the vale, 
that make the mountains tremble to their fall. The hollow noise swells
and dies upon the ear by turns. The scenes are astonishing, and the 
succession of them matchless. At Rydal-hall are two cascades worthy of
notice. One is a little above the house, to which Sir Michael le 
Fleming made a convenient path, that brings you upon it all at once. 
This is a mighty torrent tumbling headlong, and uninterruptedly, from 
an immense height of rock, into the rocky bason below, shaking the 
mountain under you with its fall, and the air above with the rebound. 
It is a surprising scene. This gentleman's example, in opening a road 
to the fall, recommends itself strongly to others of this country, 
which abounds with so many noble objects of curiosity, and which all 
travellers of the least taste would visit with pleasure, could they do
it with convenience and safety.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The other cascade is a smaller fall of water, seen through the window 
of the summer-house, in Sir Michael's orchard [1]. The first who 
brought this sweet scene to light, is the elegant and learned editor 
of Mr. Gray's letters. And as no one described these views
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>High Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>Low Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>Fleming, Michael le, Sir</kw>
<kw>Mason, Mr</kw>
<kw>access</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.78.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
No.13, of the views of the lakes, by Mr. Farrington.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington 13</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.79">
<p rend="text">
Page 79:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
better than Mr. Mason, the reader shall have the account of it in his 
own words. 'Here nature has performed every thing in little, that she 
usually executes in her larger scale; and, on that account, like the 
miniature painter, seems to have finished every part of it in a 
studied manner. Not a little fragment of a rock is thrown into the 
bason, not a single stem of brush-wood that starts from its craggy 
sides, but has a picturesque meaning; and the little central current 
dashing down a cleft of the darkest-coloured stone, produces an effect
of light and shadow beautiful beyond description. This little 
theatrical scene might be painted as large as the original, on a 
canvas not bigger than those usually dropped in the opera-house [1].'
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>station, Rydal Hall</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Rydal-hall [2] has a grand situation, at the feet of stupendous 
mountains (opening to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Mason, Mr</kw>
<kw>Low Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>station, Rydal Hall</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.79.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
There is a cascade at Nunnery, near Kirkoswald, in Cumberland, much in
the same style as this. The accompaniments are as beautiful, the bason
larger, and the perpendicular fall 18 feet. But it is only one of a 
series of romantic scenes which abound at Nunnery, and are equal if 
not superior in their kind to any we have found in our tour: nor can 
we forbear to recommend this interesting spot to the notice of every 
traveller of taste: it is situated about ten miles from Penrith, on 
the right of the road to Carlisle.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Nunnery</kw>
<kw>Kirkoswald</kw>
<kw>waterfall, Nunnery</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.79.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Sir Michael le Fleming lately made a new front to Rydal-hall, in good 
style, which gives it a very interesting appearance.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>Fleming, Michael le, Sir</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.80">
<p rend="text">
Page 80:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
the south, at the entrance of the vale, over a noble fore-ground), and
commands a charming view of Windermere-water [1]. The river Rothay 
winds through the vale, amidst lofty rocks and hanging woods, to join 
the lake. The road serpentizes upwards, round a bulging rock, fringed 
with trees, and brings you soon in sight of
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Rydal Water</kw>
<kw>Grasmere</kw>
</note>
<head>
RYDAL-WATER,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A lake about a mile in length, spotted with little isles, and which 
communicates, by a narrow channel, with
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
GRASMERE-WATER,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The river Rothay is their common outlet.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Grasmere Hill</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mount Grasmere hill, and from the top, have a view of as sweet a scene
as travelled eye ever beheld [2]. Mr. Gray's description of this 
peaceful, happy vale, will raise a wish in every reader to see so 
primaeval a place.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The bosom of the mountains, spreading
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>Rydal Water</kw>
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Grasmere Hill</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>station, Grasmere Hill</kw>
<kw>station, Dunmail Raise</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.80.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The style of this landscape will be seen in No.15, of Mr. Farrington's
views.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington 15</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.80.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A little to the left of the road, is No.5, of Mr. Farrington's views.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington 5</kw>
</note>
</div>
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here into a broad bason, discover in the midst Grasmere water, its 
margin is hollowed into small bays, with eminences; some of rock, some
of soft turf, that half conceal and vary the figure of the little lake
they command: from the shore, a low promontory pushes itself far into 
the water, and on it stands a white village, with a parish church 
rising in the midst of it; hanging inclosures, corn fields, and 
meadows, green as an emerald, with their trees, and hedges, and 
cattle, fill up the whole space from the edge of the water; and just 
opposite you, is a large farm house, at the bottom of a steep smooth 
lawn, embosomed in old woods, which climb half way up the mountains' 
sides, and discover above, a broken line of crags, that crown the 
scene. Not a single red tile, no staring gentleman's house, break in 
upon the repose of this little unsuspected paradice (sic); but all is 
peace, rusticity and happy poverty, in its neatest, most becoming 
attire [1].'
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Loughrig Fell</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray's description is taken from the road descending from 
Dunmail-raise. But the more advantageous station, to view this 
romantic vale from, is on the south end of the western side. Proceed 
from Ambleside
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Dunmail Raise</kw>
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>development</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.81.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The whole of Mr. Gray's journal is given in the Addenda, Article III.
</q></p>
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to Clappersgate, and along the banks of the river Brathay, and at 
Scalewith-bridge ascend a steep hill called Loughrig, that leads to 
Grasmere, and a little behind its summit you come into sight of the 
valley and lake, lying in the sweetest order. Observe a few steps 
leading to a soft green knoll, and from its crown you have the finest 
view of the vale, the lake, and the environs. The island is near the 
centre, unless the water be very low. Its margin is graced with a few 
scattered trees, and an embowered hut. The church stands at a small 
distance from the lake, on the side of the Rothay, its principal 
feeder. On each hand spread cultivated tracts, up the steep sides of 
the surrounding mountains, guarded by Steel-fell and Seat-sandle, 
which, advancing towards each other, close the view at Dunmail-raise. 
The broken head of Helm-crag has a fine effect, seen from this point. 
Descend the hill, leave the church on the right hand, and you will 
presently arrive at the great road between Ambleside and Keswick. Here
you have Mr. Gray's view, and will see the difference. Mr. Gray has 
omitted the island in his description, which is a principal feature in
this scene.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This vale of peace is about four miles in circumference, and guarded 
at the upper end by Helm-crag, a broken pyramidal moun-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Loughrigg Fell</kw>
<kw>Scalewith Bridge</kw>
<kw>Skelwith Bridge</kw>
<kw>Loughrigg Fell</kw>
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>Steel Fell</kw>
<kw>Seat Sandle</kw>
<kw>Seat Sandal</kw>
<kw>Dunmail Raise</kw>
<kw>Helm Crag</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
</note>
</div>
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[moun]tain, that exhibits an immense mass of antediluvian ruins. After
this roads ascends Dunmail-raise, where lie the historical stones, 
that perpetuate the name and fall of the last king of Cumberland, 
defeated there by the Saxon monarch Edmund, who put out the eyes of 
the two sons of his adversary, and for his confederating with Leolin, 
king of Wales, first wasted his kingdom, and then gave it to Malcolm, 
king of Scots, who held it in fee of Edmund, A.D. 944, or 945. The 
stones are a heap, that have the appearance of a karn, or barrow. The 
wall that divides the counties is built over them; which proves their 
priority of time in that form.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
From Dunmail-raise the road is an easy descent of nine miles to 
Keswick, except on Castle-rig, which is somewhat quick. Leaving the 
vale of Grasmere behind, you soon come in sight of
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Leathes Water</kw>
</note>
<head>
LEATHES-WATER,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Called also WYTHBURN or THIRLEMERE. It begins at the foot of 
Helvellyn, and skirts its base for the space of four miles, encreased 
by a variety of pastoral torrents, that pour their silvery streams 
down the mountains' sides, and then, warbling, join the lake. The 
range of mountains, on the right, are tre-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Helm Crag</kw>
<kw>Dunmail</kw>
<kw>Edmund</kw>
<kw>Leolin</kw>
<kw>Malcolm</kw>
<kw>cairn</kw>
<kw>Dunmail Raise</kw>
<kw>county boundary</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Castle Rig</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Leathes Water</kw>
<kw>Thirlmere</kw>
<kw>Wythburn Water</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
</note>
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[tre]mendously great. Helvellyn and Cachidecam are the chief; and, 
according to Wythburn shepherds, much higher than Skiddaw. It is, 
however, certain that these mountains retain snow many weeks after 
Skiddaw; but that may be owing to the steepness of Skiddaw's northern 
side, and shivery surface, that attracts more forcibly the solar rays,
than the verdant front of Helvellyn, and so sooner looses its winter 
covering. A thousand huge rocks hang on Helvellyn's brow, which have 
been once in motion, and are now seemingly prepared to start anew. 
Many have already reached the lake, and are at rest. The road sweeps 
through them, along the naked margin of the lake. The opposite shore 
is beautified with a variety of crown-topt rocks, some rent, some 
wooded, others not, rising immediately from, or hanging towards the 
water; and all set off with a back ground of verdant mountains, rising
in the noblest pastoral style. Its singular beauty is its being almost
intersected in the middle by two peninsulas, that are joined by a 
bridge, in a taste suitable to the genius of the place, which serves 
for an easy communication among the shepherds that dwell on the 
opposite banks.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Station, Dalehead Hall</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
At the sixth mile-post, from the top of an eminence on the left, there
is a good general view of the lake and vale; but the most pic-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Cachidecam</kw>
<kw>shepherd</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>erosion</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Leathes Water</kw>
<kw>Thirlmere</kw>
<kw>station, Dalehead Hall</kw>
</note>
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<q rend="quote continued">
[pic]turesque point is from an eminence behind Dale-head house. This 
end is beautifully decorated with two small islands, dressed with 
wood, and charmingly placed. The lake terminates sweetly with a 
pyramidal rock, wooded to the top; and, opposite to it, a silvery grey
rock hanging over its base, towards the lake, has a fine effect.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The road, after this, leads through the narrow green vale of 
Legberthwaite, divided into small inclosures, peopled with a few cots,
and nobly terminated by the castle-like rock of St. John. Below this, 
the vale contracts into a deep craggy dell, through which 
Leathes-water rolls, till it joins the Greta, at New-bridge, under the
foot of Threlkeld-fell, a gloomy mountain of dark dun rocks, that 
shuts up the view of the wide spreading vale of St. John.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The road now winds to the left, by Smalthwaite-bridge, and ascends 
Naddle-fell, by Causeway-foot to Castle-rigg. At the turn of the hill,
and within about a mile of Keswick, you come at once in sight of its 
glorious vale, with all its noble environs, and enchanting scenes, 
which, when Mr. Gray beheld, it almost determined him to return to 
Keswick again, and repeat his tour.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Leathes Water</kw>
<kw>Thirlmere</kw>
<kw>station, Thirlmere</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Legberthwaite</kw>
<kw>St John's in the Vale</kw>
<kw>St John's Beck</kw>
<kw>Greta, River</kw>
<kw>Newbridge</kw>
<kw>Threlkeld Fell</kw>
<kw>Smalthwaite Bridge</kw>
<kw>Smaithwaite Bridge</kw>
<kw>Naddle Fell</kw>
<kw>Causewayfoot</kw>
<kw>Causeway Foot</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
'I left Keswick,' says he, 'and took the Ambleside road, in a gloomy 
morning, and about two miles (or rather about a mile) from the town, 
mounted an eminence called Castle-rig, and, the sun breaking out, 
discovered the most enchanting view I have yet seen, of the whole 
valley behind me; the two lakes, the river, the mountains in all their
glory; so that I had almost a mind to have gone back again.' This is 
certainly a most ravishing morning view, of the bird's eye kind. For 
here we have, seen in all their beauty, a circuit of twenty miles; two
Lakes, Derwent and Bassenthwaite, and the river serpentizing between 
them; the town of Keswick and the church of Crosthwaite in the central
points; an extensive fertile plain, and all the stupendous mountains 
that surround this delicious spot.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The druid-temple, delineated in Pennant's tour, lies about half a mile
to the right, but will be more conveniently seen from the Penrith 
road. Descend to
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Keswick</kw>
</note>
<head>
KESWICK [1].
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This small neat town is at present renowned for nothing so much as the
lake it stands near, and which is sometimes called, from the town,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>station, Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>St Kentigern, Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>stone circle, Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg Stone Circle</kw>
<kw>druids</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.86.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(<emph rend="italic">Derventione</emph> Raven. Chor.)
</q></p>
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the lake of KESWICK, but more properly the lake of DERWENT; and I am 
inclined to think, and hope to make it appear, that the ancient name 
of KESWICK is the DERWENT-TOWN, or the town of DERWENT-WATER. But 
first of the lake itself [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The whole extent of the lake is about three miles, from north to 
south; the form is irregular, and its greatest breadth exceeds not a 
mile and a half. The best method of viewing this enchanting water, is 
in a boat, and from the banks. Mr. Gray viewed it from the banks only,
and Mr. Mason, after trying both, prefers Mr. Gray's choice; and, 
where the pleasure of rowing and sailing is out of the question, it 
will, in general, be found the best, on account of the fore-ground, 
which the boat does not furnish. Every dimension of the lake, however,
appears more extended from its bosom, than from its banks. I shall, 
therefore, point out the favourite stations round the lake, that have 
often been verified.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 1">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Cockshot Wood</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION I. Cockshut-hill is remarkable for a general view. It is 
covered with a motley mixture of young wood; has an easy ascent to the
top, and from it the lake appears in great beauty. On the floor of a
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick Lake</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Mason, Mr</kw>
<kw>rowing</kw>
<kw>sailing</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water by boat</kw>
<kw>station, Cockshot Wood</kw>
<kw>Cockshut Hill</kw>
<kw>Cockshot Hill</kw>
<kw>placename, Keswick</kw>
<kw>placename, Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 1</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.87.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Some agreeable lines descriptive of this Lake, by Dr. Dalton, may be 
seen in the Addenda, Article II.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Dalton, Dr</kw>
</note>
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spacious amphitheatre of the most picturesque mountains imaginable, an
elegant sheet of water is spread out before you, shining like a 
mirror, and transparent as crystal; variegated with islands, adorned 
with wood, or clothed with the sweetest verdure, that rise in the most
pleasing forms above the watery plain. The effects all around are 
amazingly great; but no words can describe the surprising pleasure of 
this scene on a fine day, when the sun plays upon the bosom of the 
lake, and the surrounding mountains are illuminated by his refulgent 
rays, and their rocky broken summits invertedly reflected by the 
surface of the water.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 2">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Crow Park</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION II. The next celebrated station is at a small distance, named 
Crow-park, which formerly contained a grove of oaks of immemorial 
growth, whose fall the bard of Lowes-water thus bemoans, in humble 
plaintive numbers:
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>- That ancient wood where beasts did safely rest,</l>
<l>And where the crow long time had built her nest,</l>
<l>Now falls a destin'd prey to savage hands,</l>
<l>Being doom'd, alas! to visit distant lands.</l>
<l>Ah! what avails they boasted strength at last!</l>
<l>That brav'd the rage of many a furious blast;</l>
<l>When now the body's spent with many a wound,</l>
<l>Load groans its last, and thunders on the ground,</l>
<l>While hills, and dales, and woods, and rocks resound,</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This now shadeless pasture, is a gentle eminence, not too high, on the
very margin
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>station, Cockshot Wood</kw>
<kw>station, Crow Park</kw>
<kw>Crow Park</kw>
<kw>Bard of Loweswater</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 2</kw>
</note>
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of the lake, which it commands in all its extent, and looks full into 
the craggy pass of Borrowdale. Of this station, Mr. Gray speaks thus,-
'October 4, I walked to Crow-park, now a rough pasture, once a glade 
of ancient oaks, whose large roots still remain in the ground, but 
nothing has sprung from them. If one single tree had remained, this 
would have been an unparalleled spot; and Smith judged right when he 
took his print of the lake from hence, for it is a gentle eminence, 
not too high, on the very margin of the water, and commands it from 
end to end, looking full into the gorge of Borrowdale. I prefer it 
even to Cockshut-hill, which lies beside it, and to which I walked in 
the afternoon; it is covered with young trees, both sown and planted, 
oak, spruce, Scotch fir, &amp;c. all which thrive wonderfully. There is an
easy ascent to the top, and the view is far preferable to that on 
Castle-hill, because this is lower and nearer the lake; for I find all
points that are much elevated, spoil the beauty of the valley, and 
make its parts, which are not large, look poor and diminutive.'
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 3">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Walla Crag</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION III. A third station on this side, will be found by keeping 
along the line of shore, till Stable-hills be on the right, and 
Wallow-crag directly over you on the left; then, without the gate, on 
the edge of the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>station, Crow Park</kw>
<kw>station, Walla Crag</kw>
<kw>Stable Hills</kw>
<kw>Walla Crag</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Smith</kw>
<kw>print, Smith</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 3</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
common, observe two huge fragments of ferruginous coloured rock, 
pitched into the side of the mountain by their descent. Here all that 
is great or pleasing on the lake, all that is grand or sublime in the 
environs, lie before you in a beautiful order, and natural 
disposition. Looking down upon the water, the four large islands 
appear distinctly over the peninsula of Stable-hills. Lords-island, 
richly dressed in wood. A little to the left, Vicar's-isle rises in 
beautiful and circular form; Rampsholme is catched in a line between 
that and St. Herbert's-island, which traverses the lake in an oblique 
direction, and has a fine effect. These are the four most considerable
islands on the lake. Under Foe-park, a round hill completely clothed 
in wood [1], two small islets interrupt the line of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>station, Walla Crag</kw>
<kw>Stable Hills</kw>
<kw>Lord's Island</kw>
<kw>Vicar's Island</kw>
<kw>Derwent Island</kw>
<kw>Rampsholme Island, Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>St Herbert's Island</kw>
<kw>Foe Park</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.90.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As one province of the <emph rend="italic">Guide</emph>, is to point out the 
characteristic features, and distinguished parts of this lake, in 
order to exhibit the best landscape picture to the artist, and to give
the most pleasure and entertainment to the company who make the tour, 
the author has taken all possible care to secure these ends in his 
choice of stations. Yet, there is one impediment attends his 
descriptions, which will, in part, prevent their permanency, and that 
is, the annual fall of timber and coppice wood, and the frequent 
removal of the picturesque trees which take place on the borders of 
the lakes. These accidents, however, as they cannot be prevented, must
be allowed for by the candid traveller, where he finds the original 
differing in these respects from the account given of it in the book.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The fall of Crow park, on Derwent-water, has long been regretted. And 
Mr. Gray's beautiful description of Foe-park, above mentioned, is not 
now to be verified.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
It is true that the painter, by the creative power of his pencil, can 
supply such deficiencies in the features of his landscape, but the 
plastic power of nature, or the careful hand of industry, directed by 
taste and judgement, can only make up such losses to the visitors of 
the lakes.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Thus much was thought proper to be subjoined in this place, as an 
apology, once for all, for the casual differences of this kind, that 
may be found between the descriptions given of these lakes in this 
manual, and their real appearance at any future time.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>guidebook</kw>
<kw>stations</kw>
<kw>Crow Park</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>artist</kw>
<kw>painter</kw>
<kw>description, errors</kw>
<kw>forestry</kw>
</note>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
shore, and charm the eye in the passage from Vicar's-isle to 
Ramps-holme. Another islet, above St. Herberts-island, has a similar 
effect. All idea of river or outlet is here excluded; but, over a neck
of undulated land, finely scattered with trees, distant water is just 
seen, behind Lord's-island. The white church of Crosthwaite is here 
visible, under Skiddaw, which forms the strongest back-ground. The 
opposite shore is bounded by a range of hills, down to the entrance of
Newland vale, where Cawsey-pike, and Thornthwaite rise in Alpine 
pride, out-done only by their supreme lord, Skiddaw. Their skirts 
descend in gentle slopes, and ends (sic) in cultivated grounds. The 
whole of the western coast is beautiful beyond what words can express,
and the north end exhibits what is most gentle and pleasing in 
landscape. The southern extremity of the lake is a violent contrast to
all this. Falcon-crag, an immense rock, hangs over your head, and 
upwards,a forest of broken pointed rocks, in a semicircular sweep, 
towering in-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Vicar's Island</kw>
<kw>Derwent Island</kw>
<kw>Rampsholme Island</kw>
<kw>Lord's Island</kw>
<kw>St Kentigern, Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Newlands Valley</kw>
<kw>Cawsey Pike</kw>
<kw>Causey Pike</kw>
<kw>Thornthwaite</kw>
<kw>Falcon Crag</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<q rend="quote continued">
[in]ward, form the most horrid amphitheatre that ever eye beheld in 
the wild forms of convulsed nature. The immediate margin of the lake 
is, however, a sweet variegated shore of meadow and pasture, up to the
foot of the rocks. Over a border of hedge-row trees, Lowdore-house is 
seen, under Hallow-stone-crag, a sloping rock, whose back is covered 
with soft vegetation. Beyond it, appear the awful craggy rocks, that 
conceal the pass into Borrowdale, and at their feet a stripe of 
verdant meadow, through which the Derwent serpentizes to the lake in 
silence.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>along Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The road is along Barrowside, on the margin of the lake, narrow, yet 
safe. It soon enters a glade, through which the lake is sweetly seen 
by turns. In approaching the ruins of Gowdar-crag, which hangs 
towering forward, the mind recoils at the huge fragments of crags, 
piled up on both sides, which are seen through a thicket of rocks and 
wood. But there is nothing of the danger remaining that Mr. Gray 
apprehended here; the road being carefully kept open. Proceed by the 
bridge of one arch, over Park-gill, and another over Barrow-beck. Here
Gowdar-crag presents itself in all its terrible majesty of rock, 
trimmed with trees that hang from its numerous fissures. Above this is
seen a towering grey rock, rising ma-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Lowdore House</kw>
<kw>Lodore House</kw>
<kw>Hallow Stone Crag</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Barrow Side</kw>
<kw>Gowdar Crag</kw>
<kw>Gowder Crag</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Park Gill</kw>
<kw>Barrow Beck</kw>
</note>
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[ma]jestically rude, and near it, Shuttenoer, a spiral rock not less 
in height, hanging more forward over its base. Betwixt these, an awful
chasm is formed, through which the waters of Watanlath are hurled. 
This is the Niagara of the lake, the renowned cataract of Lowdore [1].
To see this, ascend to an opening in the grove, directly over the 
mill. It is the misfortune of this celebrated water-fall to fail 
entirely in a dry season. The wonderful scenes, peculiar to this part,
continue to the gorge of Borrowdale [2], and higher; and Castle-crag 
may be seen, in the centre of the amphitheatre, threatening to block 
up the pass it once defended. The village of Grange is under it, 
celebrated as well for its hospitality to Mr. Gray, as for its sweet 
romantic site. And to affirm that all that Mr. Gray says of the young 
farmer at Grange, is strictly applicable to the inhabitants of these 
mountainous regions in general, is but common justice done to the 
memory of repeated favours.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>- Hail sacred flood!</l>
<l>May still thy hospitable swains be blest</l>
<l>In rural innocence; thy mountains still</l>
<l>Teem with the fleecy race; thy tuneful woods</l>
<l>For ever flourish: and thy vales look gay.</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Armstrong on Health</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Shuttenoer</kw>
<kw>Watanlath</kw>
<kw>Watendlath</kw>
<kw>Lowdor Falls</kw>
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>hospitality</kw>
<kw>Armstrong on Health</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.93.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
I do not know that the height of this cataract has been ascertained, 
but when viewing it, the reader may like to have it recalled to his 
mind, that Carver says, the fall of Niagara does not exceed 140 feet.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.93.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This scene is the subject of No.2, of Mr. Farrington's views.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington 2</kw>
</note>
</div>
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On the summit of Castle-crag are the remains of a fort; and much 
freestone, both red and white, has been quarried out of the ruins. Not
long since, a lead pan with an iron bow was taken out of them, and two
masses of smelted iron, which probably were from the bloomery at the 
foot of the Stake in Borrowdale. The fort has most likely been of 
Roman origin, to guard the pass, and secure the treasure contained in 
the bosom of these mountains. The Saxons, and after them, the Furness 
monks, maintained this fort for the same purpose. All Borrowdale was 
give (sic) to the monks of Furness, probably by one of the Derwent 
family, and Adam de Derwentwater gave them free ingress and egress 
through all his lands [1]. The Grange was the place where they laid up
their grain and their tithe, and also the salt they made at the salt 
spring, of which works there are still some vestiges remaining, below 
Grange. The length of the castellum from east to west is about 70 
yards, from south to north about 40 yards.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 4">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Castle Crag</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION IV. From the top of Castle-crag in Borrowdale, there is a most
astonishing view of the lake and vale of Keswick, spread out to the 
north in the most picturesque manner. Every bend of the river is 
distinctly
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>iron</kw>
<kw>bloomery</kw>
<kw>Saxons</kw>
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Derwent Family</kw>
<kw>Derwentwater, Adam de</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>salt</kw>
<kw>salt spring</kw>
<kw>spa</kw>
<kw>station, Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 4</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.94.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Antiquities of Furness</emph>, page 106.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Antiquities of Furness</kw>
</note>
</div>
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seen, from the pass of Borrowdale, till it joins the lake; the lake 
itself spotted with islands; the most extraordinary line of shore, 
varied with all the surprising accompaniments of rock and wood; the 
village of Grange at the foot of the crag, and the white houses of 
Keswick with Crosthwaite church at the lower end of the lake; behind 
these, much cultivation, with a beautiful mixture of villages, houses,
cots, and farms, standing round the skirts of Skiddaw, which rises in 
the grandest manner, from a verdant base, and closes this prospect in 
the noblest style of nature's true sublime. From the summit of this 
rock, the views are so singularly great and pleasing, that they ought 
never to be omitted. The ascent is by one of the narrow paths, cut in 
the side of the mountain, for carrying down the slate that is quarried
on its top.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The view to the north, or the vale of Keswick, is already described; 
that to the south lies in Borrowdale. The river is seen winding upward
from the lake, through the rugged pass, to where it divides, and 
embraces a triangular vale, completely cut into inclosures of meadow, 
enamelled with the softest verdure, and fields waving with fruitful 
crops. This truly secreted spot, is completely surrounded by the most 
horrid, romantic moun-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>St Kentigern, Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>slate quarry</kw>
<kw>slate</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
</note>
</div>
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[moun]tains that are in this region of wonders; and whoever omits this
<emph rend="italic">coup d' oeil</emph>, hath probably seen nothing equal to 
it.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The views here, taken in the glass, when the sun shines, are amazingly
fine.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This picture is reversed from the summit of Latrig.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray was so much intimidated with the accounts of Borrowdale, that
he proceeded no farther than Grange. But no such difficulties as he 
feared are now to be met with. The road into Borrowdale is improved 
since his time, at least as far as is necessary for any one to proceed
to see what is curious. It serpentizes through the pass above Grange; 
and though upon the edge of a precipice that hangs over the river, it 
is, nevertheless, safe. This river brings no mixture of mud from the 
mountains of naked rock, and runs in a channel of slate and granite, 
as clear as crystal. The water of all the lakes in these parts is 
clear; but the Derwent only is pelucid. In it the smallest pebble is 
seen at a great depth, nearly as in the open air.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The rocky scenes in Borrowdale are most fantastic, and the entrance 
rugged. One
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>water</kw>
</note>
</div>
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rock elbows out, and turns the road directly against another. 
Bowder-stone, on the right, in the very pass, is a mountain of itself,
and the road winds round its base [1]. Here rock riots over rock, and 
mountain intersecting mountain, form one grand semicircular sweep. 
Extensive woods deck their steep sides; trees grow from pointed rocks,
and rocks appear like trees. Here the Derwent, rapid as the Rhone, 
rolls his crystal streams through all the labyrinth of embattled 
obstacles. Indeed, the scenes here are sublimely terrible, the 
assemblage of magnificent objects so stupendously great, and the 
arrangement so extraordinary curious, that they must excite the most 
sensible feelings of wonder and surprise, and at once impress the mind
with reverential awe and admiration.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The most gigantic mountains that form the outline of this tremendous 
landscape, and inclose Borrowdale, are Eagle-crag, Glaramara, 
Bull-crag, and Serjeant-crag. On the front of the first, the bird of 
Jove has his annual nest [2], which the dalesmen are careful to rob,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Bowder Stone</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Rhone, River</kw>
<kw>Eagle Crag</kw>
<kw>Glaramara</kw>
<kw>Bull Crag, Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Serjeant Crag</kw>
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>Jove, bird of</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.97.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This loose stone is of prodigious bulk. It lies like a ship on its 
keel.- Its length is 62 feet; its circumference 184. Its solidity is 
about 23090 feet, and its weight about 1771 tons.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bowder Stone</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.97.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Or in more poetical terms,
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Here his dread seat the royal bird hath made,</l>
<l>To awe th'inferior subjects of the shade,</l>
<l>Secure he built it for a length of days</l>
<l>Imprevious, but to Phoebus' piercing rays;</l>
<l>His young he trains to eye the solar light,</l>
<l>And soar beyond the fam'd Icarian flight.</l>
<l>- <emph rend="italic">Killarney</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>Killarney, poem</kw>
</note>
</div>
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but not without hazard to the assailant, who is let down from the 
summit of this dreadful rock, by a rope of twenty fathoms, or more, 
and who is obliged to defend himself from the attacks of the parent 
bird during his descent. The devastation made on the fold in the 
breeding season, by one eyrie, is computed at a lamb a day, besides 
the carnage made on the <emph rend="italic">ferae natura</emph>. Glaramara is a 

mountain 
of perpendicular rock, immense in height and much broken. It appears 
on the western canton, and outline of the picture. Bull-crag and 
Serjeant-crag are in the centre, and their ruggid (sic) sides 
concealed with hanging woods.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The road continues good to Rosthwaite, the first village in this 
romantic region, where it divides. That on the right leads to the 
<emph rend="italic">wad-mines</emph>, and to Ravenglass; that on the left, to 
Hawkshead. 
Amidst these tremendous scenes of rocks and mountains, there is a 
peculiar circumstance, of consolation to the traveller, that 
distinguishes this from other mountainous tracts, where the hills are 
divided by bogs and mosses often difficult to pass, which is, that the
mosses here, are on
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>sheep</kw>
<kw>Glaramara</kw>
<kw>Bull Crag, Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Serjeant Crag</kw>
<kw>Rosthwaite</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>black lead mine</kw>
<kw>Ravenglass</kw>
<kw>Hawkshead</kw>
</note>
</div>
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the tops of the mountains, and a way over, or round them, is never 
very difficult to find. The inhabitants of the dales are served with 
turf-fuel from these mosses, and the manner of procuring it is very 
singular: a man carries on his back a sledge to the top of the 
mountain, and conducts it down the most awful descents, by placing 
himself before it to prevent its running amain. For this purpose a 
narrow furrow is cut in the mountain's side, which serves for a road 
to direct the sledge, and to pitch the conductor's heel in.- A sledge 
holds one-half of what a horse can draw on good road.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The mountains here are separated by wooded glens, verdant dells, and 
fertile vales, which, besides forming a pleasing contrast, relieve the
imagination with delighted ideas, that the inhabitants of these rude 
regions are far removed from the want of the necessaries of life, for 
themselves, their herds, and flocks, during the exclusion-months from 
the rest of the community, by the winter snows. About Rosthwaite, in 
the centre of the dale, fields wave with crops, and meadows are 
enamelled with flowery grass. This little delightful Eden is marked 
with every degree of industry by the laborious inhabitants, who 
partake of the character of the country they live in, for they are 
hospitable, civil, and communicative,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>turf</kw>
<kw>turf digging</kw>
<kw>sledge, turf</kw>
<kw>turf sledge</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Rosthwaite</kw>
<kw>hospitality</kw>
</note>
</div>
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and readily and chearfully give assistance to strangers who visit 
their regions. On missing a tract I was directed to observe, I have 
been surprised by the dale-lander from the top of a rock, waving me 
back, and offering me a safe conduct through all the difficult parts, 
and who blushed at the mention of a reward. Such is the extensive 
influence of virtue in the minds of those that are least acquainted 
with society [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The shepherds only are conversant in the traditional annals of the 
mountains, and with all the secrets of the mysterious reign of chaos 
and old night; and they only can give proper information concerning 
their <emph rend="italic">arcana</emph>: for others who live almost within the 
shadow of 
these mountains, are often ignorant of their names.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>return to Keswick</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Return to Keswick, by Grange, and if the sun shines in the evening, 
the display of rocks on the opposite shore, from Castle-rock to 
Wallow-crag, is amazingly grand. The parts are the same as in the 
morning ride, but the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>hospitality</kw>
<kw>shepherd</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>Castle Rock</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.100.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In parts so sequestered from the world, the vulgar language (as well 
as manners) may be supposed to continue very little altered from what 
it has been for many ages, and to be what was once generally used 
through the country. And in order a little to gratify the curiosity of
the reader, in Article X. of the Addenda may be seen a specimen of the
common Cumberland dialect.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect, Cumberland</kw>
<kw>Cumberland dialect</kw>
</note>
</div>
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dispositions are entirely new. The crystal surface of the Lake 
reflecting waving woods and rocks, backed by the finest arrangement of
lofty mountains, intersecting and rising above each other, in great 
variety of forms, is a scene not to be equalled elsewhere. The whole 
ride down the western side is pleasant, though the road is but 
indifferent.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Borrowdale to Ambleside</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Whoever chooses an Alpine journey of a very extraordinary nature, may 
return thro' Borrowdale to Ambleside, or Hawkshead.- A guide will be 
necessary from Rosthwaite, over the Stake of Borrowdale (a steep 
mountain so called) to Langdale Chapel. This ride is the wildest that 
can be imagined, for the space of eight miles [1]. Above the culti-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Rosthwaite</kw>
<kw>Stake of Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Langdale Chapel</kw>
<kw>track, Borrowdale to Langdale</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.101.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Every part of nature has something to recommend it to the observation 
of the susceptible and ingenious. A walk or ride, on the summits of 
mountains, will afford a species of ideas, which, though often neither
of the social or luxuriant kind, will, nevertheless, greatly affect 
and entertain. The large unvariegated features of these hills, their 
elevation, and even their desolate appearance, are all sources of the 
sublime. And, in a publication of this kind, a word or two respecting 
their nature and characteristic properties, seems as requisite as on 
several other subjects which are here discussed at some length.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The mountains, among which these lakes are situated, are formed in 
general of <emph rend="italic">two</emph> sorts of rock, or stone. The most 
prevailing 
kind is a <emph rend="italic">blue rag</emph>, and where it appears, the 
pasturage which 
is found among it is generally inclined to be mossy, lingy, and wet. 
These particulars, and a number of swampy patches, or pits of turbary,
give the face of these mountains a rather savage and depressing look; 
and the indisposition of their soils readily to imbibe the waters 
which fall in rains is the occasion of the number of temporary 
cataracts which channel their sides.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The other kind of hills consist of <emph rend="italic">limestone</emph>: and 
though 
generally of inferior height, their surface is infinitely more 
pleasing. They are perfectly dry, and the bent, or grass, which covers
their glades, is peculiarly fine. Where this is not found, the bare 
rocks take place, and appear in every fantastic form, which may be 
supposed to have arisen from some violent concussion, to which the 
earth has heretofore been subject. But, the <emph rend="italic">whiteness</emph>

 and 
<emph rend="italic">neatness</emph> of these rocks take off every idea of 
horror that 
might be suggested by their bulk or form. From the nature of the soil,
and the number of communicating clefts in the rock underground, they 
become dry soon after the heaviest rains; and though they discover no 
streams of water issuing from their sides, a number of the most 
pellucid ones imaginable are seen bubbling out among the inclosures 
round their bases. On these accounts, the face of such hills always 
appear singularly lightsome and cheerful. And, on a fine summer day, 
there is little doubt but that the curious stranger would find a walk 
or ride on the summits (though consisting of nothing but stone and 
turf, attended with uncommon pleasure. If he be of a poetical turn, he
will see some of the serenest haunts for the shepherd, that ever fancy
formed; if of a philosophic turn, he may be equally delighted with 
contemplating several evident signs of the <emph rend="italic">Mosaic</emph> 
deluge, and 
of the <emph rend="italic">once-soft slate</emph> of the calcarious matter 
which is now 
hardened into rock.- But our limits will not permit us to pursue the 
subject.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The greatest quantity of limestone hills contained in this tour lie 
within the district bounded by Kendal, Witherslack, Kellet, and Hutton
roof. And the most beautiful of them, as seen at a distance, are 
Farlton and Arnside knots, Witherslack-scar, and Warton-crag. The two 
first have their highest parts, which are neatly rounded, covered in a
great measure with small fragments of limestone (called 
<emph rend="italic">shillow</emph>) which gives them at all times an uncommon 
and 
beautiful appearance. But at the latter end of the year, when the 
foliage of the copses on their sides, and the grass which is 
interspersed along their glades near their tops, have gained an olive 
hue, no objects of the kind can appear more elegantly coloured. 
Farlton knot, especially at that time of year, as seen from Burton 
church-yard, exhibits a brightness and harmony of colouring, which 
could little be expected to result from a mixture of grass, wood, and 
stone.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A travelling party desirous of being gratified with the pleasure of 
one of these rides, may have it in perfection by going upon 
Farlton-knot, from Burton, through Claythorp, or traversing the 
heights of Warton-crag; both of which mountains, besides the 
particulars here mentioned, afford very extensive views, including 
part of the ocean, of a country abounding with agreeable images of 
rural nature.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>rock</kw>
<kw>stone</kw>
<kw>geology</kw>
<kw>blue rag</kw>
<kw>turf digging</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>grass</kw>
<kw>shepherd</kw>
<kw>Deluge, The</kw>
<kw>slate</kw>
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>Witherslack</kw>
<kw>Kellet</kw>
<kw>Hutton Roof</kw>
<kw>Arnside Knot</kw>
<kw>Witherslack Scar</kw>
<kw>Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>shillow</kw>
<kw>Farleton Knott</kw>
<kw>St James, Burton in Kendal</kw>
<kw>Claythorp</kw>
</note>
</div>
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[culti]vated tract the dale narrows, but the skirts of the mountains 
are covered with the sweetest
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Claythorp</kw>
<kw>Warton Crag</kw>
</note>
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verdure, and have once waved with aged wood. Many large roots still 
remain, with some scattered trees.
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<p>
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Just where the road begins to ascend the Stake, are said to be the 
remains of a bloomery, close by the water-fall on the left; but no 
tradition relates at what time it was last worked. This I could never 
verify from any visible remains. The mineral was found in the 
mountain, and the wood used in smelting had covered their steep sides.
The masses of iron found on Castle-crag were probably smelted here. 
Cataracts and water-falls abound on all sides. A succession of 
water-falls will meet you on the ascent up the Stake, and others will 
accompany you down the most dreadful descent in Langdale. The scenes 
on the Borrowdale side are in part sylvan
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Claythorp</kw>
<kw>Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>Stake</kw>
<kw>bloomery</kw>
<kw>iron foundry</kw>
<kw>iron ore</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Langdale</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
</note>
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and pastoral, on the side of Langdale entirely rocky. The Stake 
exhibits a miniature of very bad Alpine road, across a mountain, just 
not perpendicular, and about five miles over. The road makes many 
traverses so close, that at every flexture it seems almost to return 
into itself, and such as are advancing in different traverses, appear 
to go different ways. In descending the Stake, on the Langdale side, a
cataract accompanies you on the left, with all the horrors of a 
precipice. Langdale-pike, called Pike-a-Stickle, and Steel-pike, is an
accessible pyramidal rock, and commands the whole. Here nature seems 
to have discharged all her useless load of matter and rock, when form 
was first impressed on chaos. Pavey-ark is a hanging rock 600 feet in 
height, and under it is Stickle-tarn, a large bason of water, formed 
in the bosom of the rock, and which pours down in a cataract at 
Mill-beck. Below this, White-gill-crag opens to the centre, a dreadful
yawning fissure. Beyond Langdale chapel the vale becomes more 
pleasing, and the road is good to Ambleside or Hawkshead, by 
Scalewith-bridge.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Crow Park</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray was much pleased with an evening view under Crow-park. 'In 
the evening,' says he, 'I walked alone down to the lake, by the side 
of Crow-park, after sun-set, and saw the solemn colouring of the night
draw
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Langdale</kw>
<kw>Stake Pass</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Pike of Stickle</kw>
<kw>Steel Pike</kw>
<kw>Pavey Ark</kw>
<kw>Stickle Tarn</kw>
<kw>Mill Beck</kw>
<kw>Whitegill Crag</kw>
<kw>Scalewith Bridge</kw>
<kw>Skelwith Bridge</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Crow Park</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>station, Crow Park</kw>
</note>
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on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hill tops, the deep 
serene of the waters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown 
across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At a 
distance were heard the murmurs of many water-falls not audible in day
time; I wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent,
</q></p>
<p>
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'Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.'
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 5">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Swinside</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION V. This view is seen to much greater advantage from the side 
of Swinside, a little before sun-set, where the vale and both the 
lakes are in full view, with the whole extent of rocky shore at the 
upper, and the flextures of the lower lake. And when the last beams of
the sun rest on the purple summit of Skiddaw, and the deep shade of 
Wythop's wooded brows is stretched over the lake, the effect is 
amazingly great.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 6">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Fawe Park</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION VI. From Swinside continue the walk by Foe-park. This is a 
sweet evening walk, and had the sun shone out, Mr. Gray would have 
perceived his mistake in being here in the morning. 'October 5,' he 
writes, 'I walked through the meadows and corn-fields to the Derwent, 
and crossing it, went up How-hill; it looks along Bassenthwaite-water,
and sees at the same time the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Crow Park</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>station, Swinside</kw>
<kw>Swinside</kw>
<kw>Foe Park</kw>
<kw>How Hill</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>station, Fawe Park</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 5</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 6</kw>
</note>
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course of the river, and part of the upper lake, with a full view of 
Skiddaw: then I took my way through Portinscale village to the park 
(Foe-park) a hill so called, covered entirely with wood; it is all a 
mass of crumbling slate; passed round its foot, between the trees and 
the edge of the water, and came to a peninsula that juts out into the 
lake, and looks along it both ways; in front rises Wallow-crag and 
Castle-hill, the town, the road to Penrith, Skiddaw, and Saddle-back. 
After dinner walked up Penrith road,' &amp;c.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 7">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Latrigg</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION VII. Another select station for a morning view, is on Latrig, 
a soft green hill that interposes between the town and Skiddaw. The 
ascent is by Monk's-hall, leaving Ormathwaite on the left, and 
following mountain road about due east till you approach the gate in 
the stone-wall inclosure; then slant the hill to the right, looking 
towards Keswick, till you gain the brow of the hill, which exhibits a 
fine terrace of verdant turf, as smooth as velvet. Below you, rolls 
the Greta, and, in its course, visits the town before it joins the 
Derwent, where it issues from the lake, and then their united streams 
are seen meandering through the vale till they meet the floods of 
Bassenthwaite, under the verdant skirts of Wythop brows.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>station, Fawe Park</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Portinscale</kw>
<kw>Foe Park</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>road, Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Saddleback</kw>
<kw>station, Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Monk's Hall</kw>
<kw>Ormathwaite</kw>
<kw>Greta, River</kw>
<kw>Wythop Brows</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 7</kw>
</note>
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The prospect to the south is the reverse of that from Castle-crag. The
view is full into the rocky jaws of Borrowdale, through which the 
Derwent is seen pouring his crystal stream, and, after winding through
some verdant meadows, which skirt the rocky coast, joining the lake at
Lowdore. The lake itself is seen in its full extent, on all sides, 
with variety of shore, and its bosom spotted with diversity of 
islands. Castle-crag, in Borrowdale, stands first of all the forest of
embattled rocks, whose forked heads, reared to the sky, shine in the 
sun like spears of burnished steel. In the rear, Langdale-pike, 
advancing to the clouds his cone-like head, overlooks them all. What 
charms the eye, in wandering over the vale, is, that not one straight 
line offends. The roads all serpentize round the mountains, and the 
hedges wave with the inclosures. Every thing is thrown into some path 
of beauty, or agreeable line of nature. But to describe every 
picturesque view that this region of landscape presents, would be an 
endless labour. And, did language furnish expression to convey ideas 
of inexhaustible variety that is found in the many grand constituent 
objects of these magnificent scenes, the imagination would be fatigued
with the detail, and description weakened by redundancy. It is more 
pleasing to speculative curiosity to discover of itself the 
differences
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Lowdore</kw>
<kw>Lodore</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>description, scenes</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
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among such scenes as approach the nearest in likeness, and the 
agreement between such as appear most discordant, than to be informed 
of them. This sport of fancy, and exercise of taste, arising from 
self-information, has the greatest effect on the mind, and the 
province of the guide is chiefly to point out the station, and leave 
to the company the enjoyment of reflection, and the pleasures of the 
imagination.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, River Greta</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Return to the gate, and enter the inclosure. Proceed, as soon as you 
can, to the right, having the wall at some distance, till you arrive 
at the brink of a green precipice; there you will be entertained with 
the noise of the rapid Greta (roaring through a craggy channel) that, 
in a run of two miles, exhibits an uncommon appearance, forming twelve
or more of the finest bends and serpentine curves that ever fancy 
pencilled. The point for viewing this uncommon scene, is directly 
above the bridge, which hangs gracefully over the river. The town of 
Keswick appears no where to greater advantage than from this station. 
Helvellyn, in front, overlooks a vast range of varied hills, whose 
rocky sides are rent with many fissures, the paths of so many rills 
and roaring cataracts, that echo through the vales, and swell the 
general torrent. To the east, Cross-fell is discerned
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>stations</kw>
<kw>Greta, River</kw>
<kw>station, River Greta</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Cross Fell</kw>
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like a cloud of blue mist, hanging over the horizon. In the middle 
space, Mell-fell, a green pyramidal hill, is a singular figure. The 
eye wandering over Castle-rigg will discover the druid temple on the 
southern side of the Penrith road. Return to the path that leads down 
the ridge of the hill to the east, and, arrived at the gate that opens
into a cross road, descend to the right, along the precipitous bank of
a brawling brook, Glenderaterra-beck, that is heard tumbling from the 
mountains, and concealed by the woods that hang on its steep banks. In
the course of the descent, remark Threlkeld-pike, browned with storms,
and rent by a dreadful wedge-like rock, that tends to the centre. 
There are many pastoral cots, and rural seats, scattered round the 
cultivated skirts of this side of the mountains of Skiddaw and 
Saddleback, sweetly placed and picturesque. The northern side is less 
hospitable, being more precipitous, and much concealed in shade. From 
the bridge, the road leads to Threlkeld, and falls into the Penrith 
road, four miles from Keswick. The last mentioned brook, 
Glenderaterra, divides Skiddaw from Saddleback, called here 
Threlkeld-fell. From the front of Mr. Wren's house, the eye will be 
delighted with the vale of St. John, sweetly spread out in rural 
beauty between two ridges of hills, Lothwaite and Naddle-fells, which,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Greta River</kw>
<kw>Cross Fell</kw>
<kw>Mell Fell</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>stone circle, Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg Stone Circle</kw>
<kw>druids</kw>
<kw>road, Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Glenderaterra Beck</kw>
<kw>Threlkeld Pike</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Saddleback</kw>
<kw>Threlkeld</kw>
<kw>Threlkeld Fell</kw>
<kw>Wren, Mr</kw>
<kw>Lothwaite Fell</kw>
<kw>Naddle Fell</kw>
<kw>station, Mr Wren's House</kw>
</note>
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in appearance, join together just behind the Castle-rocks. These, in 
the centre point of view, have the shew of magnificent ruins. A river 
is seen on both sides of the vale, lengthening its course in meanders,
till it meets Threlkeld-water, or Glenderamackin-beck, at New-bridge, 
where it takes the name of Greeta. This picture is improved at the 
brow of the hill, on the western side of the house. Here the Greeta is
seen from the bridge, running under the hill where you stand, and on 
the right, coming forth in a fine deep-channelled stream, between 
steep wooded banks. In a field on the left, near the second mile-post,
stands conspicuous, the above-mentioned wide circus of rude stones; 
the awful monument of the barbarous superstition which enslaved the 
minds of ancient times. Mr. Pennant had in his possession an excellent
drawing of these druidical remains.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Derwent Water 8">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Crosthwaite Vicarage</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION VIII. Another station remains, and which ought to be an 
evening one, in the vicarage garden. Mr. Gray took it in his glass 
from the horsing-block, and speaks of it thus: 'From hence I got to 
the parsonage a little before sun-set, and saw in my glass a picture, 
that if I could transmit it to you, and fix it in all the softness of 
its living colours, would fairly sell for a thousand pounds. This is 
the sweetest scene I can yet discover, in
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lothwaite Fell</kw>
<kw>Naddle Fell</kw>
<kw>Castle Rocks</kw>
<kw>Threlkeld Water</kw>
<kw>Glenderamackin Beck</kw>
<kw>New Bridge</kw>
<kw>Greeta, River</kw>
<kw>Greta, River</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>stone circle, Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg Stone Circle</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>station, Crosthwaite Vicarage</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>mounting block</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>station, Mr Wren's House</kw>
<kw>druids</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water 8</kw>
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point of pastoral beauty; the rest are in sublimer style.
</q></p>
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The leading parts of this picture, are over a rich cultivated 
foreground, the town of Keswick seen under a hill, divided by grass 
inclosures, its summits crowned with wood. More to the east, 
Castle-rigg is sweetly laid out, and over it sweeps in curves the road
to Ambleside. Behind that, are seen the range of vast mountains, 
descending from Helvellyn. On the western side, the chaos of mountains
heaped upon mountains, that secrete the vale of Newland, make their 
appearance, and over them Cawsey-pike presides. Leaving these, the eye
meets a well wooded hill, on the margin of the lake, shining in all 
the beauties of foliage, set off with every advantage of form. Next a 
noble expanse of water, broken just in the centre by a large island 
dressed in wood; another, cultivated and fringed with trees, and a 
third with a hut upon it, stript of its ornamental trees by the 
unfeeling hand of avarice [1]. On the eastern side, a bold shore, 
steep and wooded to the water's edge, is perceived, and above these, 
rise daring rocks in every horrid shape. Also, a strange mixture of 
wood
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Vale of Newland</kw>
<kw>Newlands Valley</kw>
<kw>Cawsey Pike</kw>
<kw>Causey Pike</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>oak</kw>
<kw>Vicar's Island</kw>
<kw>Derwent Island</kw>
<kw>station, Crosthwaite Vicarage</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
This <emph rend="italic">third</emph> is Vicar's island, which has since been 
purchased by
a gentleman, who has built a large mansion, and made some other 
improvements upon it.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Vicar's Island</kw>
<kw>Derwent Island</kw>
</note>
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and rock succeed one another to the southern extremity of the lake, 
where the grand pyramidal Castle-crag commands the whole. The western 
shore is indented with wooded promontories down to Foe-park, the hill 
first described, on the lower margin of the lake, and the mountains 
all around rise immediately from its edge, but those that form the 
outline to the south are very much broken, and hence more 
picturesque.- These parts of the scene, Mr. Gray says, are the 
sweetest he ever saw, in point of pastoral beauty. But whoever takes 
this view from Ormathwaite, in a field on the western side of the 
house, will be convinced of Mr. Gray's loss in want of information. 
For the very spot he stood upon there is in the centre of the 
fore-ground, and makes a principal object in the pastoral part of the 
picture he praises so highly.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Derwent Water by boat</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Sailing round the lake opens a new province for Landscape. Mr. Gray 
neglected it, and Mr. Mason thought he judged well. Messrs. Young and 
Pennant tried it, and admired it. Dr. Brown prefers sailing, and 
advises landing on every promontory, and anchoring in every bay [1]. 
The transparent
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Foe Park</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Ormathwaite</kw>
<kw>station, Ormathwaite</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, by boat</kw>
<kw>Brown, Dr</kw>
<kw>station, Crosthwaite Vicarage</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water by boat</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.112.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The whole of Dr. Brown's descriptive letter is inserted in the 
Addenda, Article I.
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beauty of the lake is only seen in the boat, and it is very 
surprising. The bottom resembles a mosaic pavement of party-coloured 
stone. The fragments of spar at the depth of seven yards either shine 
like diamonds, or glitter in diversity of colour; and such is the 
purity of the water, that no mud or ooze defiles its bottom. Mr. 
Pennant navigated the lake; and as his description is more compressed 
than any other, and gives a distinct idea of its appearances, I shall 
here subjoin it.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The views on every side are very different; here all the possible 
variety of Alpine scenery is exhibited, with the horror of precipice, 
broken crag, overhanging rock, or insulated pyramidal hills, 
contrasted with others, whose smooth and verdant sides, swelling into 
immense aerial heights, at once please and surprise the eye.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The two extremities of the lake afford most discordant prospects: the
southern is a composition of all that is horrible; an immense chasm 
opens, whose entrance is divided by a rude conic hill, once topt with 
a castle, the habitation of the tyrant of the rocks; beyond, a series 
of broken mountainous crags, now patched with snow, soar one above the
other, overshadowing the dark winding deep of Borrowdale. In the 
recesses are lodged a variety of minerals &amp;c.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, by boat</kw>
<kw>water, quality</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water by boat</kw>
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'But the opposite, or northern view, is in all respects a strong and 
beautiful contrast. Skiddaw shows its vast base, and, bounding all 
that part of the vale, rises gently to a height that sinks the 
neighbouring hills; opens a pleasing front, smooth and verdant, 
smiling over the country like a gentle generous lord, while the fells 
of Borrowdale frown on it like a hardened tyrant.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'Each boundary of the lake seems to take part with the extremities, 
and emulate their appearance: the southern varies in rocks of 
different forms, from the tremendous precipice of Lady's-leap, the 
broken front of Falcon's-nest, to the more distant concave curvature 
of Lowdore, an extent of precipitous rock, with trees vegetating from 
their numerous fissures, and the foam of a cataract precipitating 
amidst.
</q></p>
<p>
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'The entrance to Borrowdale divides the scene, and the northern side 
alters into milder forms; a salt-spring, once the property of the 
monks of Furness, trickles along the shore; hills (the resort of 
shepherds) with downy fronts, and lofty summits, succeed, with wood 
clothing their bases to the water's edge.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'Not far from hence the environs appear to the navigator of the lake 
to the greatest
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Lady's Leap</kw>
<kw>Falcon's Nest</kw>
<kw>Lowdore</kw>
<kw>Lodore</kw>
<kw>salt spring</kw>
<kw>spring, salt</kw>
<kw>spa</kw>
<kw>Furness Abbey</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, by boat</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water by boat</kw>
</note>
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'advantage, for, on every side, mountains close the prospects, and 
form an amphitheatre almost matchless.
</q></p>
<p>
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'The isles that decorate this water are finely disposed, and very 
distinct, rise with gentle and regular curvatures above the surface, 
consist of verdant turf, or are planted with various trees. The 
principal is Lord's-island, above five acres, where the Ratcliff 
family had some time its residence, and, from this lake, took the 
title of Derwent-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'St. Herbert's-isle was noted for the residence of that saint, the 
bosom friend of St. Cuthbert, who wished, and obtained his desire of 
departing this life on the same day, hour, and minute, with that holy 
man [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The water of Derwent-water is subject to violent agitations, and 
often without any apparent cause, as was the case this day; the 
weather was calm, yet the waves ran a great height, and the boat was 
tossed violently, with what is called bottom wind.'
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, by boat</kw>
<kw>Lord's Island</kw>
<kw>Ratcliff Family</kw>
<kw>St Herbert's Island</kw>
<kw>St Cuthbert</kw>
<kw>water, agitation</kw>
<kw>station, Derwent Water by boat</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.115.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the register of Bishop Appleby, in the year 1374, there is an 
indulgence of forty days to every of the inhabitants of the parish of 
Crosthwaite, that should attend the vicar of St. Herbert's-island on 
the 13th of April, yearly, and there to celebrate mass in memory of 
St. Herbert.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Nicholson's Cumberland</emph>, page 86.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Appleby, Bishop</kw>
<kw>Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>St Herbert's Island</kw>
<kw>St Herbert</kw>
<kw>Nicholson's Cumberland</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Derwent Water by moonlight</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Dr. Brown recommends, as a conclusion of the tour of this lake, that 
it be viewed by moon-light. He says, 'A walk by still moon-light (at 
which time the distant water-falls are heard in all the variety of 
sound) among these enchanting dales, opens a scene of such delicate 
beauty, repose, and solemnity, as exceeds all description.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
An expedition of this kind depends much on the choice of time in 
making the tour. It is better a little before, than after the full 
moon. If the evening be still, the voices of the water-falls are 
re-echoed from every rock and cavern, in a manner truly singular and 
pleasing. The setting sun tips the mountain's top with the softest 
refulgence; and the rising moon with her silver rays just continues in
vision the glories of its base. The surface of the lake, that in the 
day reflects the azure sky, the deep green woods, or hoar-coloured 
rocks, is now a sable mirror, studded with the reflected gems of the 
starry heavens; a plain on which are pencilled by the moon the fair 
outlines and shadows of the hills behind which she labours. All now is
in faint light, grave shade, or solemn darkness, which apparently 
increases the vastness of objects, and enwraps them in a solemn 
horror, that strikes the mind of the be-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Brown, Dr</kw>
<kw>moonlight</kw>
<kw>echoes</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[be]holder with reverential awe, and pleasing melancholy [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The characteristic of this lake is, that it retains its form viewed 
from any point, and never assumes the appearance of a river [2].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.117.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Here the reader's mind may be fitly prepared for perusal of the 
following beautiful night-piece of Dr. Brown, preserved to us by Mr. 
Cumberland, in the dedication of his <emph rend="italic">Ode to the Sun</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Now sunk the Sun, now twilight sunk, and night</l>
<l>Rode in her zenith; not a passing breeze</l>
<l>Sigh'd to the grove, which in the midnight air</l>
<l>Stood motionless, and in the peaceful floods</l>
<l>Inverted hung, for now the billow slept</l>
<l>Along the shore, nor heav'd the deep, but spread</l>
<l>A shining mirror to the moon's pale orb,</l>
<l>Which dim and waning, o'er the shadowy cliffs,</l>
<l>The solemn woods, and spiry mountains' tops,</l>
<l>Her glimmering faintness threw: now every eye,</l>
<l>Oppress'd with toil, was drown'd in deep repose,</l>
<l>Save that the unseen shepherd in his watch,</l>
<l>Prop'd on his crook, stood list'ning by the fold,</l>
<l>And gaz'd the starry vault, and pendant moon;</l>
<l>Nor voice, nor sound broke on the deep serene,</l>
<l>But the soft murmur, of swift-gushing rills,</l>
<l>Forth issuing from the mountain's distant steep,</l>
<l>(Unheard till now, and now scarce heard) proclaim'd</l>
<l>All things at rest, and imag'd the still voice</l>
<l>Of quiet whisp'ring in the ear of night.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Brown, Dr</kw>
<kw>Ode to the Sun</kw>
<kw>Cumberland, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.117.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The following sketch of the appearance of this amphitheatre, in a hard
frost, appeared in the <emph rend="italic">Cumberland Pacquet</emph>, February 
10, 1784.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Derwent lake has been frozen over for several days, and quantities of 
timber have been drawn across it by horses. The appearance of this 
celebrated piece of water and the surrounding mountains is described 
by numbers who have seen it, as the most delightful of any prospect 
that can be conceived. The four islands have been visited by crowds of
people, who agree that the whole scene is at present more awfully 
grand and enchanting than in the height of summer. The summits and 
sides of the mountains, at present clad with snow, the icicles hanging
from the different cliffs, and the glassy surface of the lake, all 
these glittering in the sun, fill the eye with such an assemblage of 
natural magnificence and beauty as beggars all description.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The following passage may be worth reading here, taken from a 
description of the curiosities in the Peak of Derbyshire, in the 
<emph rend="italic">London Magazine</emph>, for October, 1778.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'Long has been the contention between gentlemen of Derbyshire and 
Cumberland, respecting Dovedale and Keswick, each claiming the 
superiority of natural beauties, and Dr. Brown has been thought by 
many to carry the dispute in favour of Keswick. I have carefully 
surveyed both, without being a native of either country; and if I 
might presume to be any judge of the matter, I should compare Dovedale
to the soft and delicate maiden, and Keswick to the bold and sturdy 
Briton.'
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, frozen</kw>
<kw>Cumberland Pacquet</kw>
<kw>ice</kw>
<kw>icicle</kw>
<kw>snow</kw>
<kw>London Magazine</kw>
<kw>Peak District</kw>
<kw>Dovedale</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The fish here are trout, perch, pike, and eel.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
</note>
<head>
BASSENTHWAITE-WATER.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Having seen the glory of Keswick, the beauties of the lake, and the 
wonders of the environs, there remains a pleasant ride to Ouse-bridge,
in order to visit the lake of Bassenthwaite. Messrs. Gray and Pennant 
took the ride, but did not see the beauties of the lake, either for 
want of time or proper information.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>perch</kw>
<kw>pike</kw>
<kw>eel</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Ouse Bridge</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Pennant says, 'Pass along the vale of Keswick, and keep above 
Bassenthwaite-water, at a small cultivated distance from it: this lake
is a fine expanse of 4 miles in length, bounded on one side by high 
hills, wooded in many places to their bottoms; on the other side, by 
fields, and the skirts of Skiddaw.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'From Mr. Spedding's, of Armathwaite, at the low extremity of the 
lake, you have a fine view of the whole.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray allowed himself more time for particulars. 'October 6,' he 
says, 'went in a chaise, eight miles, along the east side of 
Bassenthwaite water, to Ouse-bridge; it runs directly along the foot 
of Skiddaw. Opposite to Wythop-brows, clothed to the top with wood, a 
very beautiful view opens down to the lake, which is narrower and 
longer than that of Keswick, less broken into bays, and without 
islands; at the foot of it, a few paces from the brink, gently sloping
upwards, stands Armathwaite, in a thick grove of Scotch firs, 
commanding a noble view directly up the lake. At a small distance 
behind this, a ridge of cultivated hills, on which, according to the 
Keswick proverb, <emph rend="italic">the sun always shines</emph>; the 
inhabitants here, 
on the contrary, call the vale of Derwent-water, <emph rend="italic">the 
devil's 
chamberpot</emph>, and pronounce the name of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Spedding, Mr</kw>
<kw>Armathwaite</kw>
<kw>postchaise</kw>
<kw>Ouse Bridge</kw>
<kw>Wythop Brows</kw>
<kw>Scotch fir</kw>
<kw>Devil's Chamberpot</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Skiddaw-fell, which terminates here, with a sort of terror and 
aversion. Armathwaite-house is a modern fabric, not large, and built 
of dark red stone.'
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Bassenthwaite Lake 1">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Armathwaite Hall</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION I. From Armathwaite, the lower bay is in full display; a fine 
expanse of water, spreading itself both ways, behind a circular 
peninsula (Castle-how) that swells in the middle, and is crowned with 
wood. In former times it has been surrounded with water, by the lake 
on one side, and the assistance of a brook that descends from 
Embleton, on the other. The accessible parts have been defended by 
trenches, one above another. The upper part must have been occupied 
with building, as the vestiges of the ruins are visible; and like 
other such places in this region, they were probably secured by the 
first inhabitants, as places of difficult access, and of easy defence.
From the bottom of the bay, some waving inclosures rise to the side of
a green hill, and some scattered houses are seen at the upper end of a
fine slope of inclosures. The banks of the lake are fringed with 
trees, and under them the crystal water is caught in a pleasing 
manner. At the north-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
But the singular beauties of this lake have not before been noticed, 
viz. the grand sinuosity of three noble bays.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Skiddaw Fell</kw>
<kw>Armathwaite Hall</kw>
<kw>station, Armathwaite Hall</kw>
<kw>Castle How</kw>
<kw>Embleton</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>station, Bassenthwaite 1</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[north-]west corner, the Derwent issues from the lake, and is spanned 
by a handsome stone bridge of three arches. The whole western boundary
is the noble range of wooded hills called Wythop-brows. On the eastern
shore, the lake retires behind a peninsula, that rushes far into the 
water, and on its extreme point, a solitary oak, waving to every wind,
is most picturesque. This is Scareness. The coast upward, is a fine 
cultivated tract to the skirts of Skiddaw. Far to the south, 
Wallow-crag, with all the range of rock, and broken craggy mountains, 
in Borrowdale, are seen in fine perspective; and on their outline, the
spiral point of Langdale-pike appears blue as glass. The deep green 
woods of Foe-park, and the golden front of Swinside, form a pleasing 
termination.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Bassenthwaite Lake 2">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Scarness</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION II. Return to the road by Scareness, and descend from the 
house to the oak tree on the extremity of the promontory. The lake is 
here narrowest, but immediately spreading itself on both hands, forms 
two semicircular bays. That on the right is a mile across; the bay on 
the left is smaller; the shore on both sides is finely variegated with
low wood and scattered bushes, as is more especially the peninsula 
itself. The upper bay is perfectly circular, and finely wooded. In 
front Wythop-brows rise swift
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Armathwaite Hall</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Wythop Brows</kw>
<kw>Scareness</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Foe Park</kw>
<kw>Swinside</kw>
<kw>station, Scarness</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>station, Bassenthwaite 2</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
from the water's edge. The extremity of some inclosures are 
picturesquely seen just over the wood, with part of a cottage. The 
village of Wythop lies behind it in an aerial site. A grass inclosure,
scooped in the bosom of the hanging wood, and under it a cot, on the 
very brink of the lake, stands sweetly. The views downward are fine; 
the banks high and woody to the bridge, of which two arches are in 
sight. Behind it a white house is charmingly placed. More to the 
right, at the head of a gentle slope, in the very centre of view, 
stands Armathwaite, winged with groves; and behind it, at a small 
distance, are deep hanging woods, and over them, spreading far to the 
right and left, a great reach of cultivated grounds. This termination 
is rich and pleasing to the eye. The view to the south is, on the 
upper lake, much softened by distance. In the afternoon, if the sun 
shine, the appearance of the silver-grey rocks, glistening through the
green woods that hang on their fissures, is most elegant. Behind, an 
appendix of Skiddaw rises in rude form; and over it, this chief of 
mountains frowns in Alpine Majesty.- This view is also well seen from 
the house of Scareness.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Bassenthwaite Lake 3">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Broadness</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION III. The next remarkable promontory is Bradness, a round green
hill, that,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Wythop Brows</kw>
<kw>station, Scarness</kw>
<kw>Wythop</kw>
<kw>Armathwaite</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Scareness</kw>
<kw>Scarness</kw>
<kw>station, Broadness</kw>
<kw>Broadness</kw>
<kw>Bradness</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>station, Bassenthwaite 3</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
spreading itself into the lake, forms a bay, with Bowness to the 
south. The best general view of the lake, is from the crown of this 
hill, behind the farm-house. Here you look over three bays finely 
formed. Nothing can be imagined more elegant than the sinuosity of 
this side, contrasted with the steep shore and lofty woods of the 
opposite. The view upwards is not less charming, being indented and 
wooded to the water's edge.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>along Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
If these views are taken, beginning with Bradness, then from 
Scareness, take the road to Bassenthwaite-halls (a few houses so 
called) and from the road on the north side of the village, called 
Rakes, you have a very fine view of a rich cultivated tract, 
stretching along the banks of the lake, and spreading itself upwards 
to the skirts of Skiddaw. The elevation is such, that every object is 
seen completely, and every beauty distinctly marked. The lakes appears
in its full magnitude, shaded by a bold wooded shore on the west, and 
graced by a sweet spreading vale on the east, that terminates in a 
bold style under the surrounding mountains. The sloping ground to the 
bridge is charming, and the far-extended vales of Embleton and Isel 
lie in fine perspective. The river Derwent has his winding course 
through the latter.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Broadness</kw>
<kw>Broadness</kw>
<kw>Bradness</kw>
<kw>Bowness, Bassenthwaite</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Scareness</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Halls</kw>
<kw>Rakes</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Embleton</kw>
<kw>Isel</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>station, Rakes</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman camps</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
ANTIQUITIES. Caer-mot is about two miles further to the north, on the 
great road to old Carlisle and Wigton. It is a green high-crowned 
hill, and on its skirt, just by the road side, are the manifest 
vestiges of a square encampment, inclosed with a double foss, 
extending from east to west, 120 paces, and from south to north, 100 
paces. It is subdivided into several cantonments, and the road from 
Keswick to old Carlisle has crossed it at right angles. Part of the 
<emph rend="italic">agger</emph> is visible where it issues from the north side 

of the 
camp, till where it falls in with the line of the present road. It is 
distant about ten miles from Keswick, and as much from old Carlisle, 
and is about two miles west of Ireby.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Camden proposes Ireby for the Arbeia of the Romans, where the 
<emph rend="italic">Bercarii Tigrinensis</emph> were garrisoned, but advances 
nothing in 
favour of his opinion. The situation is such as the Romans never made 
choice of for a camp or garrison, and there remains no vestiges of 
either. By its being in a deep glen, among surrounding hills, where 
there is no pass to guard, or country to protect, a body of men would 
be of no use. On the northern extremity of the said hill of Caer-mot, 
are the remains of a beacon, and near it the vestiges of a square 
encampment, inclosed with a foss and rampart of 60 feet by 70. This 
camp is
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>antiquities</kw>
<kw>Caermote</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Caermote</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Bothel</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Bothel</kw>
<kw>agger</kw>
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>Ireby</kw>
<kw>Arbeia</kw>
<kw>Camden, William</kw>
<kw>Bercarii Tigrinensis</kw>
<kw>beacon, Caermote</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
in full view of <emph rend="italic">Blatumbulgii</emph> (Bowness) and <emph 
rend="italic">Olenacum</emph> (old
Carlisle); and commanding the whole extent of the Solway firth, would 
receive the first notice from any frontier station, were (sic) the 
Caledonians might make an attempt to cross the Firth, or had actually 
broken in upon the province; and notice of this might be communicated 
by the beacon on Caer-mot to the garrison at Keswick, by the watch on 
Castle-crag, in Borrowdale. The garrison at Keswick, would have the 
care of the beacon on the top of Skiddaw, the mountain being of the 
easiest access on that side. By this means, the alarm would soon 
become general, and the invaders be either terrified into flight, or 
else the whole country quickly in arms to oppose them.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Whether these camps are the Arbeia, I pretend not to say, but that 
they were of use to the Romans is evident; and what the Britons 
thought of them, is recorded in the name they have conferred on the 
hill where they are situated.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The larger camp has no advantage of site, and is but ill supplied with
water. The ground is of a spongy nature, and retains wet long, and 
therefore could only be occupied in the summer months. They seem to 
have the same relation to old Carlisle and Keswick,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>beacon, Caermote</kw>
<kw>beacon camp</kw>
<kw>Blatumbulgii</kw>
<kw>Bowness-on-Solway</kw>
<kw>Olenacum</kw>
<kw>Old Carlisle</kw>
<kw>Solway Firth</kw>
<kw>Caledonians</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>beacon, Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>beacon, Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>beacon system</kw>
<kw>Arbeia</kw>
<kw>roman fort</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
as the camp at Whitbarrow has to old Penrith and Keswick.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>along Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From Caer-mot descend to Ouse-bridge, and return to Keswick up the 
western side of the lake. Every lover of landscape should take this 
ride in the afternoon; and if the sun shine it is exceedingly 
pleasant. The road branches off from the great road to Cockermouth, a 
little below the bridge, and leads through the wood, and round 
Castle-how. In some places it rises above the lake a considerable 
height, and the water is agreeably seen at intervals through a screen 
of low wood that decks its banks. Then the road descends to the level 
of the water, and presents you with a variety of surprising views, in 
different styles, that show themselves in an agreeable succession, as 
the eye wanders in amazement along the lake.
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Bassenthwaite 4">
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>station, Beck Wythop</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
STATION IV. At Beck-wythop, the lake spreads out to a great expanse of
water, and its outlet is concealed by Castle-how. The immediate shore 
is lined with rocks, that range along banks completely dressed in low 
wood, and over them Wythop-brows rise almost perpendicular. The 
opposite shore is much variegated, and deeply embayed by the bold 
promontories of Scareness, Bowness, and Bradness. Just opposite to 
you, a little
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Caermote</kw>
<kw>Ouse Bridge</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Cockermouth</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Cockermouth</kw>
<kw>Castle How</kw>
<kw>station, Beck Wythop</kw>
<kw>Beck Wythop</kw>
<kw>Wythop Brows</kw>
<kw>Scareness</kw>
<kw>Scarness</kw>
<kw>Bowness, Bassenthwaite</kw>
<kw>Bradness</kw>
<kw>Broadness</kw>
<kw>station, Bassenthwaite 4</kw>
</note>
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removed from the margin of the lake, and under a range of wood, see 
the solitary church of Bassenthwaite. Its back-ground is gloomy 
Ullock, a descendant hill of parent Skiddaw, robed in purple heath, 
trimmed with soft verdure. The whole cultivated tract between the 
mountains and the lake is seen here in all its beauty, and Skiddaw 
appears no where of such majestic height as from this point, being 
seemingly magnified by the accompaniments of the lesser hills that 
surround its base.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Over the northern extremity of this expanse of water, the ground rises
in a (sic) easy slope, and in the point of beauty Armathwaite is 
seated, queen of the lake, on which she smiles in graceful beauty. On 
each hand are hanging woods. The space between displays much 
cultivation, and is divided by inclosures, waving up the farms seen 
under the skirts of Caer-mot, the Crown-top hill, that closes this 
scene in the sweetest and most elegant manner possible. If the sun 
shine, you may be entertained here for hours with a pleasing variety 
of landscapes. All the views up the lake, are in a style great and 
sublime. They are seen in the bosom of the lake, softened by 
reflection, but to the glass is reserved the finished picture, in the 
truest colouring, and most just perspective.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>station, Beck Wythop</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>St Bega with St John, Bassenthwaite</kw>
<kw>Ullock</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Armathwaite</kw>
<kw>Caermote</kw>
</note>
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As you come out of the wood, at the gate leading to the open space, 
there is a magnificent bird's-eye view of Keswick, in the centre of a 
grand amphitheatre of mountains. Proceeding along the banks of the 
lake, the road leads through Thornthwaite and Portinscale to Keswick 
[1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Thornthwaite</kw>
<kw>Portinscale</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.128.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
On taking leave of Bassenthwaite-water we may observe, that it was the
<emph rend="italic">first</emph> lake that was honoured with one of those 
amusements 
called <emph rend="italic">Regattas</emph>; this was on the 24th of August, 
1780. Another 
was exhibited on the 1st of August, 1781, (when the <emph rend="italic">
swimming 
sweepstakes</emph> were introduced); and the last on the 4th of 
September, 1782. This species of entertainment was begun on 
Derwent-water, on the 28th of August, 1781, and continued there once 
in every year till 1791.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
That the reader who has not been present at one of these rural 
<emph rend="italic">fetes</emph> may form some idea of their nature and 
effects, we 
subjoin from the <emph rend="italic">Cumberland Pacquet</emph>, the following 
description 
of the Regatta exhibited on Derwent-water, the 6th of September, 1782.
But it will be allowed, by all who have had an opportunity of seeing 
it, that every representation, in the absence of the beauties that 
surround the scene, must fall infinitely short of the romantic 
grandeur it labours to hold up to the imagination.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'At eight o'clock in the morning, a vast concourse of ladies and 
gentlemen appeared on the side of the Derwent lake, where a number of 
marquees, extending about four hundred yards, wereerected (sic) for 
their accommodation. At twelve, such of the company as were invited by
Mr. Pocklington, passed over in boats to the island which bears his 
name; and, on their landing, were saluted by a discharge of his 
artillery.- This might properly be called the opening of the Regatta; 
for as soon as the echo of this discharge had ceased, a signal gun was
fired, and five boats, which lay upon their oars (on that part of the 
water which runs nearest the town of Keswick) instantly pushed off the
shore, and begun (sic) the race.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'A view from any of the attendant boats (of which there were several) 
presented a scene which exceeds all description. The sides of the 
hoary mountains were clad with spectators, and the glassy surface of 
the lake was variegated with a number of pleasure barges; which, 
tricked out in all the gayest colors, and glittering in the rays of a 
meridian sun, gave a new appearance to the celebrated beauties of this
matchless vale.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The contending boats passed Pocklington's island, and rounding St. 
Herbert's and Ramps-holme, edged down by the outside of Lord's-island,
describing in the race almost a perfect circle, and, during the 
greater part of it, in full view of the company.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'About three o'clock, preparations were made for the sham-attack on 
Pocklington's island. The fleet (consisting of several barges, armed 
with small cannon and musquets) retired out of view, behind 
Friar-crag, to prepare for action: previous to which, a flag of truce 
was sent to the governor, with a summons to surrender upon honorable 
terms. A defiance was returned; soon after which, the fleet was seen 
advancing, with great spirit, before the batteries, and instantly 
forming in a curved line, a terrible cannonade began on both sides, 
accompanied with a dreadful discharge of musquetry. This continued for
some time, and being echoed from hill to hill, in an amazing variety 
of sounds, filled the ear with whatever could produce astonishment and
awe. All nature seemed to be in an uproar, which impressed on the 
awakened imagination, the most lively ideas of the 'war of elements,' 
and 'crush of worlds.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'After a severe conflict, the enemies were driven from the attack, in 
great disorder. A <emph rend="italic">feu-de-joye</emph> was then fired in the 
fort, and 
oft repeated by the responsive echoes. The fleet after a little delay,
formed again, and, practising a variety of beautiful manoeuvres, 
renewed the attack. Uproar again sprang up, and the deep-toned echoes 
of the mountains again joined in the solemn chorus, which was heard to
the distance of ten leagues to leeward, through the eastern opening of
the vast amphitheatre, as far as Appleby.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The garrison at length capitulated, and the entertainments of the 
water being finished, (towards the evening) the company moved to 
Keswick; to which place, from the water's edge, a range of lamps were 
fixed, very happily disposed, and a number of fire-works were played 
off.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'An assembly room (which has been built for the purpose) next received
the ladies and gentlemen, and a dance concluded this annual 
festivity;- a chain of amusement which we may venture to assert, no 
other spot can possibly furnish, and which want only to be more 
universally known, to render this a place of more general resort than 
any other in the kingdom.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'To those whom nature's works alone can charm, this spot will, at all 
times, be viewed with rapture and astonishment; but no breast, however
unsusceptible of pleasure, can be indifferent to that display of every
beauty which decks the ancient vale of Keswick on a 
<emph rend="italic">Regatta-day</emph>.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As the permanent beauties of this matchless vale became more known and
frequented, this amusement was laid aside: it resembled too much the 
busy scenes from which the opulent wish to retire to the enjoyment of 
rural delight: nor could it long be thought necessary to employ the 
assistance of <emph rend="italic">art</emph>, in that way, to heighten the most 

exalted 
charms of <emph rend="italic">nature</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>regatta</kw>
<kw>Cumberland Pacquet</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water Regatta</kw>
<kw>marquee</kw>
<kw>Pocklington, Mr</kw>
<kw>Pocklington's Island</kw>
<kw>cannon</kw>
<kw>boat race</kw>
<kw>St Herbert's Island</kw>
<kw>Rampsholme Island</kw>
<kw>Lord's Island</kw>
<kw>musket</kw>
<kw>echoes</kw>
<kw>Friar Crag</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>fireworks</kw>
<kw>assembly room, Keswick</kw>
<kw>dance</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Newlands Hause</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
A morning ride up the vale of Newland, to
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
BUTTERMERE.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This ride remains hitherto unnoticed, though one of the most pleasing 
and surprising in the environs of Keswick. Company
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick</kw>
</note>
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who visit the vale of Keswick, and view its lake from Castle-rigg, 
Latrig, Swinside, and the vicarage, imagine inaccessible mountains 
only remain beyond the line of this amazing tract. But whoever takes a
ride up Newland vale [1], will be agreeably surprised with some of the
finest solemn pastoral scenes they have
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Swinside</kw>
<kw>Newlands Valley</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.130.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Here, in a hill called Gold-scope, are the remains of a famous ancient
copper-mine, which exhibit some curious excavations, called the 
Pen-holes. One shaft, reaching from the top of the hill to the bottom 
(into which, if a large stone be let fall, it occasions a most 
tremendous noise) is met by a level passage, cut quite through the 
mountain, along which a stream of water (from Bank-beck) was conveyed 
to turn a draining wheel, at its meeting with the shaft.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
These mines were wrought in Henry 8th's time, and some of the 
succeeding reigns. But the metal yielding a considerable quantity of 
gold, they came to be considered as royal mines, and occasioned a 
dispute between the crown and the duke of Somerset, then lord of the 
manor, and a discontinuance of the works. In 1757, Mr. Gilbert and 
company drained them to the very bottom, at the expense of about 100l.
but did not find the metal such, or so plentiful, as to encourage them
to proceed on at so prodigious a depth.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Goldscope Lead Mines</kw>
<kw>Scope End</kw>
<kw>copper mine</kw>
<kw>Pan Holes</kw>
<kw>Bank Beck</kw>
<kw>mine drainage</kw>
<kw>waterwheel</kw>
<kw>Henry VIII</kw>
<kw>gold</kw>
<kw>Somerset, Duke of</kw>
<kw>Gilbert, Mr</kw>
</note>
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yet beheld. Here present themselves an arrangement of vast mountains, 
entirely new, both in form and coloring of rock; large hollow craters 
scooped in their bosoms, once the seeming seats of raging liquid fire,
though at present overflowing with the purest water, that foams down 
the craggy brows; other woods ornament their base, and other lakes, 
clear as the Derwent, lie at their feet. The softer part of these 
scenes are verdant hills patched with wood, spotted with rock, and 
pastured with herds and flocks.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The ride is along Swinside; and having turned the brow of the hill, 
and passed the first houses, through which the road leads, observe at 
the gate on the right, a view down a narrow vale, which is pleasing in
a high degree.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Newlands Valley</kw>
<kw>volcano</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
</note>
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The road continues winding through a glade, along the side of a rapid 
brook, that tumbles down a stony channel with water as clear as 
crystal. At the hedge-row tree under Rawlingend (a brawny mountain) 
turn, and have a new and pleasant view of the vale of Keswick. The 
road has then a gentle ascent, and the rivulet is heard murmuring 
below. At the upper end of the cultivated part of the vale, a green 
pyramidal hill, divided into waving inclosures, looks down the vale 
upon Keswick, &amp;c. The verdant hills on each side terminate in rude and
awful mountains, that tower to the skies in a variety of grotesque 
forms, and on their murky furrowed sides hang many a torrent. Above 
Keskadale, the last houses in Newland, no traces of human industry 
appear. All is naked solitude and simple nature. The vale now becomes 
a dell, and the road a path. The lower parts are pastured with a 
motley herd; the middle tract is assumed by the flocks; the upper 
regions (to man inaccessible) are abandoned to the birds of Jove. Here
untamed nature holds her reign in solemn silence, amidst the gloom and
grandeur of dreary solitude [1]. The morning
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Newlands Valley</kw>
<kw>Newlands Beck</kw>
<kw>Rowling End</kw>
<kw>High Snab Bank</kw>
<kw>Keskadale Farm</kw>
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>Derwent Fells</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.132.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
And here the following exclamation of young Edwin may be properly 
recalled to the reader's remembrance;
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast,</l>
<l>And woo the weary to profound repose, Can passion's wildest uproar 
lay to rest,</l>
<l>And whisper comfort to the man of woes!</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Here innocence may wander safe from foes,</l>
<l>And contemplation soar on seraph wings;</l>
<l>O solitude, the man who thee foregoes,</l>
<l>When lucre lures him, or ambition stings,</l>
<l>Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Beattie's Minstrel</emph>, B. 2d.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Beattie's Minstrel</kw>
<kw>Edwin</kw>
</note>
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sun, beaming on the blue and yellow mountains' sides, produces effects
of light and shade the most charming that ever a son of Apelles 
imagined. In approaching the head of Newland-hawse, on the left, a 
mountain of purple-coloured rock presents a thousand gaping chasms, 
excavated by torrents that fall into a bason, formed in the bosom of 
the mountain, and from thence precipitating themselves over a wall of 
rock, become a brook below. In front is a vast rocky mountain, the 
barrier of the dell, that opposes itself to all further access. Among 
the variety of water-falls that distinguish this awful boundary of 
rock, one catches the eye at a distance that exceeds the boasted 
Lowdore, in height of rock and unity of fall, whilst the beholder is 
free of all anxiety of mind in the approach. Not one pebble or grain 
of sand offends; but all is nature, in her sweetest trim of verdant 
turf, spread out to please her votaries.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Whoever would enjoy, with ease and safety Alpine views, and pastoral 
scenes in the sublime style, may have them in this morning ride.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road, Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
<kw>Newlands Valley</kw>
<kw>Newlands Hause</kw>
<kw>Robinson Crags</kw>
<kw>Moss Force</kw>
</note>
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The road, or rather track, becomes now less agreeable than it was, for
a few roods, not from any difficulty there is in turning the mountain 
turf into good road, at a small expense, but from the inattention of 
the dalesmen, who habituate themselves to tread in the track made by 
their flocks, and wish for nothing better. It will not be labour lost 
to walk a few roods here, and see a new creation of mountains, as 
unlike those left behind, as the Andes are to the Alps. The contrast 
is really striking, and appears at once on the summit of the hill. On 
the right, at the head of a deep green hill, a naked furrowed 
mountain, of an orange hue, has a strange appearance amongst its 
verdant neighbours, and sinks, by his height, even Skiddaw itself.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Descend the track on the left, and you soon have in sight the highest 
possible contrast in nature. Four spiral towering mountains, dark, 
dun, and gloomy at noon-day, rise immediately from the western 
extremity of the deep narrow dell, and hang over Buttermere. The more 
southern is, by the dalesmen, from its form, called Hay-rick; the more
pyramidal High-crag; the third High-style; and the fourth, from its 
ferruginous colour, Red-pike. Between the second and third there is a 
large crater, that, from the parched colour of the conical mountains,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road, Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Buttermere</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
<kw>Whiteless Pike</kw>
<kw>Hay Stacks</kw>
<kw>Hay Rick</kw>
<kw>High Crag, Ennerdale and Kinniside</kw>
<kw>High Stile</kw>
<kw>Red Pike</kw>
<kw>Buttermere lake</kw>
</note>
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in whose bosom it is formed, appears to have been the focus of a 
volcano, in some distant period of time, when the cones were produced 
by explosion. At present it is the reservoir of water, that feeds the 
roaring cataract you see in the descent to Buttermere. Here all is 
barrenness, solitude, and silence, only interrupted by the murmurs of 
a rill, that runs unseen in the bottom of a deep dell [1]. The smooth 
verdant sides of the vast hills on the right have many furrows 
engraven in their sides by the winter rains; and the sable mountains 
in front present all the horrors of cloven rock, broken cliff, and 
mountain streams tumbling headlong. Some traces of industry obtruding
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>volcano</kw>
<kw>caldera</kw>
<kw>Bleaberry Tarn</kw>
<kw>Sour Milk Gill</kw>
<kw>Buttermere lake</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.135.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
There is one curious spectacle, often seen by the shepherd on the tops
of these mountains, which the traveller may never chance to see, but 
which is so happily delineated in the following stanza, that he may 
the less regret it. What I mean is the effects of mists, which 
frequently involve every object round in the bases of these eminences,
and which in the district of <emph rend="italic">pointed hills</emph> just 
described, must
be experienced in the greatest perfection.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb,</l>
<l>When all in mist the world below was lost;</l>
<l>What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime,</l>
<l>Like shipwreck'd mariner on desart coast,</l>
<l>And view th'enormous waste of vapour, tost</l>
<l>In billows length'ning to th'horizon round,</l>
<l>Now scoop'd in gulps, with mountains now embos'd;</l>
<l>And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound,</l>
<l>Flock, herds, and water-falls along the hoar profound!</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Minstrel</emph>, B. 1st.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Beattie's Minstrel</kw>
<kw>mists</kw>
</note>
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<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Buttermere</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote continued">
themselves at the foot of the glen, disturb the solemn solitude with 
which the eye and mind have been entertained, and point out your 
return to society; for now you approach the village of Buttermere, 
which is situated between the lakes and consists of sixteen houses. 
The chapel here is very small, the stipend not large, for though twice
augmented with the queen's bounty, it exceeds not twenty pounds per 
annum. This is one of the cures Mr. Pennant mentions; but the 
perquisites of the clog-shoes, harden-sark, whittle-gate, and 
goose-gate, have no better support than in some ancient, and probably 
<emph rend="italic">idle</emph> tale.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The life of the inhabitants is purely pastoral. A few hands are 
employed in the slate quarries; the women spin woollen yarn, and drink
tea. Above the village, you have a view of the upper lake, two miles 
in length, and short of one in breadth. It is terminated on the 
western side by the ferruginous mountain already mentioned. A stripe 
of cultivated ground adorns the eastern shore. A group of houses, 
called Gatesgarth, is seated on the southern extremity, under the most
extraordinary amphitheatre of mountainous rocks that ever eye beheld. 
Here we see Honister-crag rise to an immense height, flanked by two 
conic mountains, Fleetwith to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Buttermere</kw>
<kw>St James, Buttermere</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>slate quarry</kw>
<kw>spinning</kw>
<kw>Buttermere lake</kw>
<kw>Gatesgarth</kw>
<kw>Honister Crag</kw>
<kw>Fleetwith Pike</kw>
<kw>stipends</kw>
</note>
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the eastern, and Scarf on the western side; a hundred mountain 
torrents form never-failing cataracts, that thunder and foam down the 
centre of the rock, and form the lake below. Here the rocky scenes and
mountain landscapes are diversified and contrasted with all that 
aggrandizes the object in most sublime style, and constitutes a 
picture the most enchanting of any in these parts.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>tourists' woes</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray's account of Barrowside, and his relation of Borrowdale, are 
hyperboles; the sport of fancy he was pleased to indulge himself in. A
person that has crossed the Alps or Appenines, will meet here only 
miniatures of the huge rocks and precipices, the vast hills, and 
snow-topt mountains he saw there. And though he may observe much 
similarity in the style, there is none in the danger. Skiddaw, 
Helvellyn, and Cachidecam, are but dwarfs, when compared with mount 
Maudite, above the lake of Geneva, and the guardian mountains of the 
Rhone. If the roads in some places be narrow and difficult, they are 
at least safe. No villainous banditti haunt the mountains; innocent 
people live in the dells. Every cottager is narrative of all he knows;
and mountain virtue and pastoral hospitality are found at every farm. 
This constitutes a pleasing difference betwixt travelling here and on 
the continent, where
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Buttermere lake</kw>
<kw>Scarf</kw>
<kw>Hay Stacks</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>bandits</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
<kw>hospitality</kw>
<kw>hyperbole</kw>
</note>
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every inn-holder is an extortioner, and voiturin an imposing rogue.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The space betwixt the lakes is not a mile, and consist of pasture and 
meadow ground. The lower lake is called
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Crummock Water</kw>
</note>
<head>
CROMACK-WATER [1],
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Soon opens after you leave the village, and pass through an oaken 
grove. A fine expanse of water sweeps away to the right under a rocky 
promontory, Randon-knot, or Buttermere-hawse. The road then 
serpentizes round the rock, and under a rugged, pyramidal, craggy 
mountain. From the crest of this rock, the whole extent of the lake is
discovered. On the western side the mountains rise immediately from 
the water's edge, bold and abrupt. Just in front, between Blea-crag 
and Mell-break, (two spiral hills) the hoarse resounding noise of a 
water-fall is heard across the lake, concealed within the bosom of the
cliff, through which it has forced its way, and when viewed from the 
foot of the fall, is a most astonishing phaenomenon.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This lake is beautified with three small isles. One of rock lies just 
before you. The
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>innkeeper</kw>
<kw>Buttermere lake</kw>
<kw>Crummock Water</kw>
<kw>Great Wood</kw>
<kw>Blea Crag</kw>
<kw>Mell Break</kw>
<kw>Scale Force</kw>
<kw>Scale Beck</kw>
<kw>station, Randon Knot</kw>
<kw>voiturin</kw>
<kw>coachman</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
This lake abounds with the finest char, and red trout, and contains 
also some pike and perch.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>red trout</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>pike</kw>
<kw>perch</kw>
</note>
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whole eastern shore is diversified with bays, the banks with scattered
trees, and a few inclosures, terminated by a hanging wood. At the foot
of the lake, a high-crowned hill pushes forward, fringed with trees, 
and sweetly laid out with inclosures; and above it, on a cultivated 
slope, is the chapel of Lowes-water, surrounded with scattered farms. 
Behind all, Low-fell raises its verdant front; a sweet contrast to his
murky neighbours, and a pleasing termination, either as seen from the 
top of this rock, or from the bosom of the lake.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The chain of pyramidal mountains on each side of this narrow vale, are
extremely picturesque. They rise from distinct bases, and swell into 
the most grotesque forms of serrated or broken rocks.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
These lakes are of a much greater depth than Derwent-water, and this 
may be the only reason why they have char, and some others have not. 
The char, in the summer months, retire to the deeps, probably to avoid
the heat. The water here is clear, but not so transparent as the lake 
of Derwent. The outlet is at the north-east corner, by the river 
Cocker, over which is a handsome stone bridge, of four arches. This 
lake is four miles in length, and in some places almost half a mile 
over.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Crummock Water</kw>
<kw>St Bartholomew, Loweswater</kw>
<kw>Loweswater Fell</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>Cocker, River</kw>
<kw>Scalehill Bridge</kw>
<kw>station, Randon Knot</kw>
<kw>water, Crummock Water</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Loweswater</kw>
</note>
<head>
LOWES-WATER.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Proceed from the bridge, by High-cross, to Lowes-water. Having passed 
through a gate that leads to the common, the lake spreads out before 
you, a mile in length, and of an equal breadth of about a quarter of a
mile. The extremities are rivals in beauty of hanging woods, little 
groves, and waving inclosures, with farms seated in the sweetest 
points of view. The south end is overlooked by lofty Mellbreak, at 
whose foot, a white house within some grass inclosures, under a few 
trees, stands in the point of beauty. The eastern shore is open, and 
indented with small bays; but the opposite side is more pleasing. 
Carling knot presents a broad pyramidal front, of swift ascent, 
covered with soft vegetation, and spotted with many aged solitary 
thorns. On each side the outlines wave upwards in the finest manner, 
terminating in a cone of grey rocks, patched with verdure.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This lake, in opposition to all the others, has its course from north 
to south, and under Mellbreak falls into Cromack-water. It is of no 
great depth, and without char; but it abounds with pike and perch, and
has some trout.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Mellbreak</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
An evening view of both lakes, is from the side of Mell-break, at the 
gate, under a coppice of oaks, in the road to Ennerdale. No-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Loweswater</kw>
<kw>Loweswater lake</kw>
<kw>Highcross</kw>
<kw>Mell Break</kw>
<kw>Carling Knott</kw>
<kw>pike</kw>
<kw>perch</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>station, Mell Break</kw>
<kw>station, Highgap Yeat</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
</note>
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[No]thing exceeds, in composition, the parts of this landscape. They 
are all great, and lie in fine order of perspective. If the view be 
taken from the round knoll, at the lower end of the lake, the 
appearance of the mountains that bound it is astonishing. You have 
Mellbreak on the right, and Grasmire on the left, and betwixt them, a 
stupendous amphitheatre of mountains, whose tops are all broken and 
dissimilar, and of different hues, and their bases skirted with wood, 
or clothed with verdure. In the centre point of this amphitheatre is a
huge pyramidal broken rock, that seems with its figure to change 
place, as you move across the fore-ground, and gives much variety to 
the scenes, and alters the picture at every pace. In short, the 
picturesque views in this district are many; some mixt, others purely 
sublime, but all surprise and please. The genius of the greatest 
adepts in landscape, might here improve in taste and judgement; and 
the most enthusiastic ardor for pastoral poetry and painting, will 
here find an inexhaustible source of scenes and images.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>to Ennerdale and Wast Water</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
When the roads to Ennerdale and Wast-water are improved, they may be 
taken in this morning ride [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Loweswater lake</kw>
<kw>Crummock Water</kw>
<kw>Mellbreak</kw>
<kw>Grasmoor</kw>
<kw>landscape painting</kw>
<kw>station, Mell Break</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.141.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
An account of a ride from Keswick to Ennerdale has been communicated 
by a friend of the publisher's, and it is inserted in the Addenda, 
article IX.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road, Keswick to Ennerdale</kw>
<kw>Keswick to Ennerdale</kw>
</note>
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From the bridge at the foot of the lake, ascend the road to 
Brackenthwaite. At the ale-house, Scalehill, take a guide to the top 
of the rock, above Mr. Bertie's woods, and have an entirely new view 
of Cromack-water. The river Cocker is seen winding through a beautiful
and rich cultivated vale, spreading far to the north, variegated with 
woods, groves, and hanging grounds, in every pleasing variety. The 
most singular object in this vale of Lorton and Brackenthwaite, is a 
high-crowned topt (sic) rock that divides the vale, and raises a 
broken craggy head over hanging woods, that skirt the sloping sides, 
which are cut into waving inclosures and varied with groves and 
patches of coppice wood. To the west a part of Lowes-water is seen, 
under a fringe of trees at High-cross. Behind you, awful Grasmire (the
Skiddaw of the vale) frowns in all the majesty of furrowed rock, cut 
almost perpendicularly to the centre by the water-falls of ages. The 
swell of a cataract is here heard, but entirely concealed within the 
gloomy recess of a rocky dell, formed by the rival mountains, Grasmire
and Whiteside. At their feet, lie the mighty ruins, brought down from 
the mountains, by the memorable water-spout, that deluged all the 
vale, in September, 1760 [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Scalehill Bridge</kw>
<kw>Scalehill</kw>
<kw>Bertie, Mr</kw>
<kw>Lanthwaite Wood</kw>
<kw>Brackenthwaite Hows</kw>
<kw>Crummock Water</kw>
<kw>Cocker, River</kw>
<kw>Lorton Vale</kw>
<kw>Loweswater lake</kw>
<kw>Highcross</kw>
<kw>Grasmoor</kw>
<kw>Liza Beck</kw>
<kw>water spout</kw>
<kw>Whiteside</kw>
<kw>station, Dob Ley Head</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
I do not know whether an account of the effects of the storm have been
published; but the following description of a similar one which 
happened in St. John's vale, given as the most authentic that has yet 
appeared, by a native of the place, may here merit a perusal.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the evening of 22d of August, 1749, that day having been much 
hotter that (sic) was ever known in these parts, a strange and 
frightful noise was heard in the air, which continued for some time, 
to the great surprise of the inhabitants, sounding over them like a 
strong wind, though they could not perceive it. This was succeeded by 
the most terrible claps of thunder, and incessant flashes of lightning
breaking over their heads. At the same time the clouds poured down 
whole torrents of water on the mountains to the east, which in a very 
little time swelled the channels of their rivulets and brooks, so as 
to overflow every bank, and overwhelm almost every obstacle in their 
way. In a moment they deluged the whole valley below, and covered with
stones, earth, and sand many acres of fine cultivated ground. Several 
thousands of huge fragments of broken rocks were driven by the 
impetuosity of these dreadful cataracts into the fields below, and 
such was their bulk, that some of them were more than ten horses could
move, and one fairly measured nineteen yards in circumference. A 
corn-mill, dwelling-house, and stable, all under one roof, lay in the 
tract of one of these currents, and the mill from the one end, and the
stable from the other, were both swept away, leaving the little 
habitation standing in the middle, rent open at both ends, with the 
miller, who was very old and infirm, in bed, and who was ignorant of 
the matter till he arose in next morning to behold nothing but ruin 
and desolation. His mill was no more! and instead of seeing green 
ground in the vale below, all was covered with large stones and 
rubbish, four yards deep, and among which one of the mill-stones was 
irrecoverably lost. The old channel of the stream too was entirely 
choaked up, and a new one cut open on the other side of the building, 
through the middle of a large rock, four yards wide, and nine deep. - 
Something similar to this happened at several other places in the 
neighbourhood, for the space of two miles, along Legberthwaite, and 
Fornside, but happily, through the providence of the Almighty, no 
person's life was lost.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(An account of this inundation is given in the Philosophical 
Transactions, for the year 1750, No.494.)
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>storm</kw>
<kw>St John's in the Vale</kw>
<kw>St John's Beck</kw>
<kw>Legberthwaite</kw>
<kw>Fornside</kw>
<kw>floods</kw>
</note>
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After this, the mountains become humble hills, and terminate the sweet
vale, that stretches from the feet of Black-crag and Carling-knot, and
spreads itself into a country watered by the Cocker.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Carling Knott</kw>
<kw>Black Crag</kw>
<kw>Cocker, River</kw>
</note>
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The ride down this vale is pleasant. All the scenes are smiling, rich,
and rural. Every dale-lander appears to be a man of taste, and every 
village, house, and cot, is placed in the choicest site, and decorated
in the neatest manner, and style of natural elegance. Not one formal 
avenue, or straight-lined hedge, or square fish-pond, offends the eye 
in all this charming vale. The variety of situation gives diversity of
views, and a succession of pleasing objects creates the desire of 
seeing.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The back view is under a wooded hill, near the fifth mile-post, and is
fine. Here return up the great road to Keswick [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Keswick to Penrith</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From Keswick to Penrith, seventeen miles, of very good road, through 
an open wild country.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>roman camp</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
ANTIQUITIES. Upon Hutton-moor, and on the north side of the great 
road, may be traced the path of the Roman way, that leads
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lorton Vale</kw>
<kw>road, Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Hutton Moor</kw>
<kw>roman road, Brougham to Moresby</kw>
<kw>Brougham to Moresby</kw>
<kw>development</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.144.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
While staying at Keswick it may be worth while to see two museums kept
there. They contain a great variety of fossils, and other natural 
curiosities of the country, several pieces of antiquity, and many 
other articles.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick Museum</kw>
<kw>museum, Keswick</kw>
<kw>fossil</kw>
</note>
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from old Penrith, or Plumpton-wall, in a line almost due west to 
Keswick. Upon the moor are the traces of a large encampment that the 
road traverses. And a little beyond the eighth mile-post, on the left,
at Whitbarrow, are strong vestiges of a square encampment. The Roman 
road, beyond that, is met with, in the inclosed fields of Whitbarrow, 
and is known by the farmers by the opposition they meet in ploughing 
across it. After that it is found entirely on the common called 
Greystock Low-moor; and lately they have formed a new road on the 
<emph rend="italic">agger</emph> of it. It proceeds in a right line to 
Greystock town, 
where it makes a flexure to the left, and continues in a line to 
Blencow; it is then found in a ploughed field, about 200 yards to the 
north of Little-Blencow, pointing at Coach-gate; from thence it passes
on the north side of Kellbarrow, and through Cow-close, and was 
discovered in making the new turnpike road from Penrith to 
Cockermouth, which it crossed near the toll-gate. From thence it 
stretches over Whitrigg in a right line, is visible on the edge of the
wood at Fair-bank, and in the lane called Low-street. From thence it 
points through inclosed land to the south end of the station called 
Plumpton-wall, and old Penrith. It crosses the brook Petteral, at 
Topinholme.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the year 1772, near Little-Blencow, in removing a heap of stones, 
two urns were
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>roman road, Brougham to Moresby</kw>
<kw>Brougham to Moresby</kw>
<kw>agger</kw>
<kw>Old Penrith</kw>
<kw>Plumpton Wall</kw>
<kw>Whitbarrow</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Whitbarrow</kw>
<kw>Greystock Low Moor</kw>
<kw>Greystock</kw>
<kw>Blencow</kw>
<kw>Little Blencow</kw>
<kw>Kellbarrow</kw>
<kw>Cow Close</kw>
<kw>road, Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>turnpike</kw>
<kw>Whitrigg</kw>
<kw>Fairbank</kw>
<kw>Low Street</kw>
<kw>Petteral, River</kw>
<kw>Petteril, River</kw>
<kw>Topinholme</kw>
<kw>urn</kw>
<kw>agger</kw>
</note>
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taken up, about two feet and a half high, made of very coarse earth, 
and crusted on both sides with a brown clay, the tops remarkably wide,
and covered with a red flat stone. Besides ashes and bones, each urn 
had a small cup within it, of a fine clay, in the shape of a tea-cup. 
One was pierced in the centre of the bottom part. The place where they
were taken up is called Loddon-how, within twenty yards of the road 
between Penrith and Skelton, and about 200 yards from the Roman road, 
and four miles from the station. Also, on the banks of the Petteral, a
few roods from the south corner of the station, a curious altar was 
lately found. It was three feet four inches in height, and near 
sixteen inches square. It had been thrown down from the upper ground, 
and the corners broken off in the fall. The front had been filled with
an inscription; the letters short and square, but not one word remains
legible. On the right hand side is the <emph rend="italic">patera</emph>, with 
a handle, 
and underneath the <emph rend="italic">secespita</emph>. On the opposite side 
is the 
<emph rend="italic">ampula</emph>, and from its lip a serpent or viper descends 

in waves. 
The back part is rude, as if intended to stand against a wall. The 
emblems are in excellent preservation [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>urn</kw>
<kw>cup</kw>
<kw>Loddon How</kw>
<kw>Petteral, River</kw>
<kw>Petteril, River</kw>
<kw>roman altar</kw>
<kw>altar, roman</kw>
<kw>paterae</kw>
<kw>secespita</kw>
<kw>ampula</kw>
<kw>serpent</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.146.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This curious altar, after being some time in the possession of the 
late Dr. James, of Arthuret, was removed into the valuable collection 
of antiquities at Netherby.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>altar, roman</kw>
<kw>roman altar</kw>
<kw>James, Dr</kw>
<kw>Arthuret</kw>
<kw>Netherby</kw>
</note>
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The castrum is 168 paces from south to north, by 110 within the foss; 
which was also surrounded with a stone-wall. The stones have been 
removed to the fence-wall on the road side, and being in Plumpton, is 
called Plumpton-wall.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The station is a vast heap of ruins, of stone building. The walls are 
of great thickness, and cemented. The town has surrounded the station,
except on the side of the Petteral. But whether the station took its 
name from the river, as being upon its banks, and was called the 
Petriana, or whether the station gave name to the river (which is 
perhaps the least probable) let him who can determine.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The station is twelve miles and three quarters from Carlisle; five and
a quarter from Penrith; about seven from Brougham-castle; and about 
eighteen from Keswick, where an intermediate station must have been, 
between Ambleside and Moresby, having Caer-mot between it and old 
Carlisle, and Papcastle between it and Moresby. The summer station 
would be on Castle-hill, and the winter station on the area of the 
present town of Keswick, or on some convenient place betwixt the 
conflux of the rivers Greeta and Derwent. And it is more probable that
the <emph rend="italic">Derventione</emph> of the Chorographia was here than at 

Papcastle,
which comes better in for the <emph rend="italic">Pampo</emph>-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>roman fort, Old Penrith</kw>
<kw>castrum</kw>
<kw>Plumpton Wall</kw>
<kw>Plumpton</kw>
<kw>Petteral, River</kw>
<kw>Petteril, River</kw>
<kw>Petriana</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Keswick</kw>
<kw>Greta, River</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>Derventione</kw>
<kw>placename, Petriana</kw>
</note>
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[<emph rend="italic">Pampo</emph>]<emph rend="italic">calio</emph> of the same 
Chorographia. A station here 
would be an efficacious check on any body of the enemy that might 
cross the estuaries, above or below Boulness, and pass the watch 
there, and the garrisons at old Carlisle, Ellenborough, Papcastle, and
Moresby; for it was impossible for any body of men to proceed to the 
south, but by Borrowdale or Dunmail-raise, a garrison at Keswick 
commanded both these passes. The watch at Caer-mot would give the 
alarm to that on Castle-crag, in the pass of Borrowdale, and the 
centinel on Castle-head, that overlooks Keswick, would communicate the
same to the garrison there; so that it is apparently impossible that 
any body of men could pass that way unnoticed or unmolested. But if 
they attempted a route on the northern side of Skiddaw, and over 
Hutton-moor, to Patterdale, the watch at Caer-mot was in sight, both 
of old Carlisle and Keswick, and the garrison of the latter might 
either pursue, or give notice to Whitbarrow and Ambleside, to meet 
them in the pass at the head of Patterdale, called Kirkston, which is 
so steep, narrow, and crowded with rocks, that a few veteran troops 
would easily stop the career of a tumultuous crowd. If they made good 
the pass, and turned to the east before the Romans arrived, they 
would, in that case, be harrassed (sic) in the rear, till they arrived
at Kendal, where the watchmen from Watercrook would be ready to 
receive them,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Pampocalio</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Keswick</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Dunmail Raise</kw>
<kw>Caermote</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Head</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Hutton Moor</kw>
<kw>Patterdale</kw>
<kw>Kirkstone Pass</kw>
<kw>Watercrook</kw>
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>invasion</kw>
</note>
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and then they would be attacked in front and rear. That the Romans 
have had engagements at Kirkston-pass is evident, from the Roman arms 
that were lately found in the adjoining moss, and the many heaps of 
stones collected thereabouts, which have the appearance of barrows.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Scots</kw>
</note>
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These are the only passes amongst the mountains, that a body of 
Caledonians could attempt in their way to the south, and these could 
not be secured without a station at Keswick, and that could not be 
more advantageously placed, than where the town now stands, on the 
meeting of the roads from the surrounding stations, all being about an
equal distance from it, and at such a distance as rendered a station 
there necessary, and the several castellums on Castle-crag, and 
Castle-hill, and Castlet, useful in giving notice, in order to guard 
these important posts. That no vestige is now visible of a station 
ever being there, nor any notice taken of it by Camden and Horsley, 
nor even atraditional (sic) record of its existence, are seeming 
difficulties, which put the negative on what has been advanced. But 
this may only prove, that no care was taken to preserve the memory of 
such remains, and that the town occupies the whole area of the station
and that the station had been placed within the site of the town, 
probably in the lower part, facing the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>invasion</kw>
<kw>Kirkstone Pass</kw>
<kw>Romans</kw>
<kw>Caledonians</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Keswick</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>Castlet</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Camden, William</kw>
<kw>Horsley, Mr</kw>
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pass of the Greeta. In the wheel of the Greeta, in a meadow 
peninsulated by the river, just below the town, and called 
Goats-field, there are vestiges of a foss, but too imperfect to draw a
conclusion from in favour of the station. The ground round the town is
very fertile, and has been long enough cultivated to destroy any 
remains of it, and what have been accidentally discovered, may be gone
into oblivion; and no change happening in the town itself to occasion 
new discoveries, farther proofs may still be wanting. If Camden 
visited Keswick, he was satisfied with the then present state of the 
'little town which king Edward I. made a market.' The face of the 
country only drew his attention. That Horsley never visited these 
parts is evident, from his mistaken account of the road from 
Plumpton-wall to Keswick, which he says passed through Greystock park.
This, had he but seen the face of the country, he could never have 
imagined. His mistake, and Camden's silence, gave occasion to a 
regular survey of the said road, and finding the military roads from 
Papcastle, Ellenborough, Moresby, Ambleside, and Plumpton, all to 
coincide at Keswick: for this and the other reasons already assigned, 
it appeared evident that a station must be somewhere near. The 
Castle-hill, above Keswick, is a faithful record of the existence of a
station in this country. Here was the seat of the ancient lords of the
manor of Der-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>roman fort, Keswick</kw>
<kw>Greeta, River</kw>
<kw>Goats Field</kw>
<kw>Camden, William</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Horsley, Mr</kw>
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>Graystock Park</kw>
<kw>Greystoke Park</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>Lord of the Manor, Derwentwater</kw>
<kw>Edward I</kw>
<kw>market</kw>
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[Der]went-water, probably raised on the ruins of the Roman fortress: 
but after the heiress of that family was married to Ratcliff's, the 
family seat was removed into Northumberland, and the castle went to 
ruins; and with the stones thereof the Ratcliff's built a house of 
pleasure in one of the islands in Derwent-water [1]. The name 
Castle-hill, being more ancient than the last erection, is still 
retained. At Ambleside, when I enquired for the Roman station, a few 
years ago, no person could inform me of it, till one considering my 
description, answered, it is the castle. The station at Plumpton is 
called by the same name; and at Kendal, the castellum that overlooks 
the station, is also called the Castle-steads. So here the Castle-hill
was probably the place of the summer station; but being a fruitful 
tract, and much ploughed, I have not been able to trace any appearance
of a foss, or vallum, and therefore the whole must rest upon the 
necessity, or at least on the expediency, of a station here.- Since 
the above was written, an urn, with other remains, were turned up by 
the plough, in a field below the town, and said to be Roman.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
</note>
<head>
ULLS-WATER.
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Those that do not choose to go as far as Penrith, may, near the eighth
mile-post,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lord of the Manor, Derwentwater</kw>
<kw>Ratcliff Family</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Waterhead</kw>
<kw>Ambleside</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Old Penrith</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Watercrook</kw>
<kw>Castlesteads</kw>
<kw>urn</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
</note>
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<emph rend="italic">Nicholson's History of Cumberland</emph>, page 86.
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turn off to the right (leaving Mell-fell, a round green hill, on the 
left) to Matterdale, and proceed to Gowbarrow-park, which will bring 
them upon Ulls-water, about the middle part of it, where it is seen to
great advantage. But here it must be observed, that some of the 
principal beauties of the lake, and the sweetest pastoral scenes, are 
entirely lost by this route. Dunmallet, the greatest ornament of the 
lake, with the whole of the first great bend, cannot here be seen, and
much of the dignity of the lake is thereby lost. It is therefore 
better to ride to the gate on the right, that leads to Dacre, and over
Dacre-common, to the foot of Dunmallet. By this course, every part of 
the lake will be viewed to the greatest advantage.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray's choice of visiting this lake, was from Penrith, up the vale
of Emont. 'A grey autumnal day,' he writes, 'went to see Ullswater, 
five miles distant; soon left Keswick road, and turned to the left, 
through shady lanes, along the vale of Emont, which runs rapidly on 
near the way, rippling over the stones; to the right, Dalemain, a 
large fabric of pale red stone, with nine windows in front, and seven 
on the side. Further on, Hutton-St.-John, a castle-like old mansion of
Mr. Huddlestone. Approach Dunmallet, a fine pointed hill, covered with
wood. Began to mount the hill, and with some toil
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Mell Fell</kw>
<kw>Matterdale</kw>
<kw>Gowbarrow Park</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Dunmallet</kw>
<kw>Dunmallard</kw>
<kw>Dacre</kw>
<kw>Dacre Common</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Eamont, River</kw>
<kw>Dalemain</kw>
<kw>Hutton St John</kw>
<kw>Huddlestone, Mr</kw>
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<kw>station, Dunmallard Hill</kw>
</note>
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gained the summit. From hence, saw the lake opening directly at my 
feet, majestic in calmness, clear and smooth as a blue mirror, with 
winding shores, and low points of land, covered with green inclosures,
white farm houses looking out among the trees, and cattle feeding. The
water is almost everywhere bordered with cultivated lands, gently 
sloping upwards, from a mile to a quarter of a mile in breadth, till 
they reach the feet of the mountains, which rise very rude and awful, 
with their broken tops, on each hand. Directly in front, at better 
than three miles distance, Place-fell, one of the bravest among them, 
pushes its bold breast into the midst of the lake, and forces it to 
alter its course, forming first a large bay to the left, and then 
bending to the right. Descended Dunmallet by a side avenue, only not 
perpendicular and came to Barton-bridge, over the Emont. Then walked 
through a path in the wood, round the bottom of the hill, came forth 
where the Emont issues out of the lake, and continued my way along the
western shore, close to the water, and generally on a level with it; 
it is nine miles long, and at the widest, under a mile in breadth. 
After extending itself three miles and a half, in a line to the 
south-west, it turns at the foot of Place-fell, almost due west, and 
is here not twice the breadth of the Thames at London. It is soon 
again interrupted by the root of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Dunmallet</kw>
<kw>Dunmallard</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Place Fell</kw>
<kw>Barton Bridge</kw>
<kw>Eamont, River</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>station, Dunmallard Hill</kw>
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Helvellyn, a lofty and very rugged mountain, and spreading again, 
turns off to the south-east, and is lost among the deep recesses of 
hills. To this second turning I pursued my way, about four miles along
its borders, beyond a village scattered among trees, and called 
Watermillock.' Here Mr. Gray leaves us, and the greatest part of the 
lake unseen, and its most picturesque parts undescribed. For the last 
bend of the lake is spotted with rocky isles, deeply indented with 
wooded promontories on one side, and rocks on the other, from which 
result many a truly pleasing picture.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>roman camp</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
ANTIQUITIES. Before you quit the top of Dunmallet, observe the 
vestiges of its former importance, in the remains of a Roman fort. An 
area of 110 paces by 37, surrounded with a foss, is yet visible, and 
stones of the rampart still peep through the grass. The well, that 
supplied the guard kept here, was but lately filled with stones. This 
fort must have been of great consequence in guarding the lake, and 
commanding the pass, and in maintaining a connection between the 
garrisons of Ambleside and Brougham, it being five or six miles 
distance from the latter, and nineteen from the former. There are also
strong vestiges of a square fort on Soulby-fell, which communicates 
with this, and the camp at Whitbarrow
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Watermillock</kw>
<kw>Dunmallet</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Dunmallard</kw>
<kw>Dunmallard</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Soulby Fell</kw>
<kw>Soulby Fell</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Whitbarrow</kw>
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Opposite to Watermillock, a cataract descends down the front of 
Swarth-fell, in Martindale-forest. At Skelling-nab, a bold promontory,
the lake is contracted to a span, but it soon spreads itself again 
both ways, forming a variety of sweet bays and promontories. After a 
reach of three miles, it winds with a grand sweep round the smooth 
breast of Place-fell, and making a turn directly south, advances with 
equal breadth towards Patterdale. The western shore is various. 
Drawing near the second bend, the mountains strangely intersect each 
other. Behind many wooded hills rises Stonecross-pike, and over all, 
steep Helvellyn shows his sovereign head. On the western side, 
Yew-crag, a noble pile of rock, fronts Place-fell, where its streams 
tumble in a cataract to the lake. Gowbarrow-park opens with a grand 
amphitheatre of shining rock, the floor of which is spread with soft 
green pasture, once shaded with ancient oaks, to which many decayed 
roots bear witness, Scattered thorns, trees, and bushes vary the 
ground, which is pastured with flocks, herds of cattle, and fallow 
deer. The road winds along the margin of the lake, and at every turn 
presents the finest scenes that can be imagined. At the upper end of 
Gowbarrow-park, the last bend of the lake, which is by much the 
finest, opens, scattered with small rocky islands. The shores are 
bold, rocky, wooded, and much embayed. Pass
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Watermillock</kw>
<kw>Swarth Fell</kw>
<kw>Martindale Forest</kw>
<kw>Skelling Nab</kw>
<kw>Place Fell</kw>
<kw>Patterdale</kw>
<kw>Stonecross Pike</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Yew Crag</kw>
<kw>Gowbarrow Park</kw>
</note>
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<kw>station, Stybarrow Crag</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote continued">
Newbridge, and the road winds up a steep rock, having the lake 
underneath you on the left. From the top, you have a view under the 
trees, both up and down the lake. Martindale-fell, a naked grey rock, 
on the opposite shore, rises abruptly from the water, to an Alpine 
height, and with an astonishing effect. The rock you stand on hangs 
over the lake, which seems blue and unfathomable to the eye. An island
in the middle space has a beautiful appearance. This is the most 
romantic, striking, and terrible situation upon the lake, especially 
if the wind blows the surges of water against the rock below you. The 
shores on both sides upwards are very pleasing, and the little 
decorating isles are scattered in the most exquisite taste, and 
delightful order. The ride along the banks, since the repair of the 
road, is charming.
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The upper end terminates in sweet meadows, surrounded to the right by 
towering rocky hills, broken and wooded. Martindale fell is the 
opposite boundary, skirted here with hanging inclosures, cots, and 
farms.
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The principal feeders of this lake are Grysdale-beck, on the western 
corner, and Goldrill-beck, which descends from Kirkston-fell. They 
enter it in a freer manner than the feeder of Derwent does, and make a
much finer appearance at their junction.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>New Bridge</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Martindale Fell</kw>
<kw>Grysdale Beck</kw>
<kw>Goldrill Beck</kw>
<kw>Kirkstone Fell</kw>
<kw>station, Stybarrow Crag</kw>
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From the bridge in Patterdale [1], Goldrill-beck serpentizes sweetly 
through the meadows, and falls easily into the lake about the middle 
of the vale. Glencairn-beck, descending from Helvellyn, joins the lake
at the bridge which unites the counties of Westmorland and Cumberland.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Patterdale Hotel</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
There is from the top of the rock, above the inn, a very charming view
of the last bend of the lake, which constitutes one of the finest 
landscapes on it, and takes in just enough for a delightful picture. 
The nearest fore-ground is a fall of inclosures. A rocky wooded 
mountain that hangs over Patterdale-house (called Martindale-fell) is 
in a proper point of distance to the right. Steep rocks, and shaggy 
woods hanging from their sides, are on the left. Gowbarrow-park rises 
in a fine style from the water edge for the back-ground, and a noble 
reach of water, beautifully spotted with rocky isles, charmingly 
disposed, with perpetual change of rocky shore, fill the middle space 
of this beautiful picture.
</q></p>
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<q rend="quote">
The lake is of a depth sufficient for breeding char, and abounds with 
a variety of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Goldrill Beck</kw>
<kw>Glencairn Beck</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Glencoyne Bridge</kw>
<kw>station, Patterdale Hotel</kw>
<kw>Patterdale House</kw>
<kw>Martindale Fell</kw>
<kw>Gowbarrow Park</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>fish</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
After crossing the bridge in Patterdale, and ascending the side of 
Martindale-fell, to a certain height, in the view across the head of 
the lake, the mountains assume more pointed and Alpine forms than any 
we have seen in this country. No.12 of Mr. Farrington;s views 
represents this subject.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farrington, Mr</kw>
<kw>print, Farrington 12</kw>
<kw>Patterdale</kw>
<kw>Martindale Fell</kw>
<kw>station, Martindale Fell</kw>
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other fish. Trout of thirty pounds weight and upwards, are said to be 
taken in it.
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The water of the lake is very clear, but has nothing of the 
transparency of Derwent, and is inferior to Buttermere and 
Cromack-water also in this respect. The stones in the bottom, and 
along the shores, are coated with mud.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>along Ullswater</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray viewed this lake in the same manner as that at Keswick, 
proceeding along its banks, and facing the mountains, judging that the
idea of magnitude and magnificence were thereby increased, and the 
whole set off with every advantage of foreground. But this lake viewed
from any height, except Dunmallet, also loses much of its dignity, as 
a lake, from the number of its flexures, and jutting out of 
promontories; it nevertheless retains the appearance of a magnificent 
river ingulphed in rocks.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The bold winding hills, the intersecting mountains, the pyramidal 
cliffs, the bulging, broken, rugged rocks, the hanging woods, and the 
tumbling, roaring cataracts, are parts of the sublimer scenes 
presented in this surprising vale. The cultivated spots wave upward 
from the water in beautiful slopes, intersected by hedges, decorated 
with trees, in the most pleasing manner; mansions,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>water, Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
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cottages, and farms, placed in the sweetest situations, are the rural 
parts, and altogether form the most delightful and charming scenes. 
The accompaniments of this lake are disposed in the most picturesque 
order, bending round its margins, and spreading upwards in craggy 
rocks and mountains, irregular in outline; yet they are certainly much
inferior in sublimity and horrible grandeur, to the environs of 
Keswick, and the dreadful rocks of Borrowdale. But in this opinion we 
have Mr. Cumberland against us, who, having visited the other lakes in
dark unfavourable weather, when nothing could be seen besides weeping 
rocks, flooded roads, and watery plains, darkened by sable clouds that
hovered over them, and concealed their variegated shores,- entertained
an unfavourable idea of them; and being more fortunate in a fine day, 
in that part of the tour, where he visited Ulls-water, he attuned his 
lyre in honour of this enchanting lake, and sung its charms not only 
in preference to Windermere, Grasmere, and the vale of Keswick, but he
also raises it above the pride of Lomond, and the marvellous 
Killarney.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Our bard, in the sweet ode alluded to, represents himself upon the 
banks of the lake of Ulls-water, bemoaning the hardness of his fate, 
in being deprived of a fine day
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Cumberland, Mr</kw>
<kw>weather</kw>
</note>
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for this view, when the sun, beaming forth, blessed him with a full 
display of all the beauties of this enchanting lake. In gratitude for 
so special a favour, in a true poetic rapture, he dedicates this ode 
to the God of Day, and commemorates his partiality to the lake of 
Patterdale, in the following harmonious numbers:
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Me turbid skies and threat'ning clouds await, / Emblems, alas! of 
my ignoble fate.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>But see! the embattled vapours break,</l>
<l>Disperse and fly,</l>
<l>Posting like couriers down the sky;</l>
<l>The grey rock glitters in the glassy lake:-</l>
<l>And now the mountain tops are seen</l>
<l>Frowning amidst the blue serene;</l>
<l>The variegated groves appear,</l>
<l>Deck'd in the colours of the waning year;</l>
<l>And as new beauties they unfold,</l>
<l>Dip their skirts in beaming gold.</l>
<l>Thee, savage Wyburn, now I hail,</l>
<l>Delicious Grasmere's calm retreat,</l>
<l>And stately Windermere I greet,</l>
<l>And Keswick's sweet fantastic vale:-</l>
<l>But let her naiads yield to thee,</l>
<l>And lowly bend the subject knee,</l>
<l>Imperial lake of Patrick's dale!</l>
<l>For neither Scottish Lomond's pride,</l>
<l>Nor smooth Killarney's silver tide,</l>
<l>Nor ought that learned Poussin drew,</l>
<l>Or dashing Rosa flung upon my view,</l>
<l>Shall shake thy sovereign undisturbed right,</l>
<l>Great scene of wonder and sublime delight!</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Cumberland, Mr</kw>
<kw>God of Day</kw>
<kw>Lake of Patterdale</kw>
<kw>Ode to the Sun</kw>
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<l>Hail to thy beams, O Sun!- for this display,</l>
<l>What, glorious orb, can I repay?</l>
<l>The thanks of an unprostituted muse [1].</l>
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Ullswater 1">
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Watermillock</kw>
<kw>cannon</kw>
<kw>echoes</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The navigators of this lake find much amusement by discharging guns, 
or small cannon, at certain stations. The effect is indeed truly 
curious, for the report is reverberated from rock to rock, promontory,
cavern, and hill, with every variety of sound; now dying away upon the
ear, and again returning like peals of thunder, and thus re-echoed 
seven times distinctly. [2]- Opposite to Watermillock is one of these 
stations.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Cumberland, Mr</kw>
<kw>Ode to the Sun</kw>
<kw>cannon</kw>
<kw>echoes</kw>
<kw>Watermillock</kw>
<kw>station, Watermillock</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.161.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Ode to the Sun</emph>, page 18. The whole of this ode is 
inserted in 
the Addenda, Article IV.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.161.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This effect is thus described by Mr. Hutchinson:
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'Whilst we sat to regale, the barge put off from shore to a station 
where the finest echoes were to be obtained from the surrounding 
mountains. This vessel was provided with six brass cannon mounted on 
swivels;- on discharging one of these pieces, the report was echoed 
from the opposite rocks, where by reverberation it seemed to roll from
cliff to cliff, and return through every cave and valley, till the 
decreasing tumult gradually died away upon the ear.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'The instant it had ceased, the sound of every distant water-fall was 
heard, but for an instant only, for the momentary stillness was 
interrupted by the returning echo on the hills behind; where the 
report was repeated like a peal of thunder bursting over our heads, 
continuing for several seconds, flying from haunt to haunt, till once 
more the sound gradually declined;- again the voice of the water-falls
possessed the interval - till, to the right, the more distant thunder 
arose upon some other mountain, and seemed to take its way up every 
winding dell and creek, sometimes behind, on this side, or on that, in
wonderous speed running its dreadful course; when the echo reached the
mountains, within the line and channel of the breeze, it was heard at 
once on the right and left, at the extremities of the lake.- In this 
manner was the report of every discharge re-echoed seven times 
distinctly.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Excursion to the Lakes</emph>, page 65.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>echoes</kw>
<kw>cannon</kw>
<kw>Hutchinson, Mr</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Excursion to the Lakes</kw>
</note>
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<q rend="quote continued">
The higher end of the lake is fourteen miles from Penrith, and ten 
from Ambleside, of good turnpike road, save only at Styboar-crag, 
where it is cut into the rock that awfully overhangs it, and is too 
narrow.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Ullswater to Ambleside</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Kirkstone Pass</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Above Goldrill-bridge, the vale bocomes (sic) narrow and poor, the 
mountains steep, naked, and rocky. Much blue slate, of an excellent 
kind, is excavated out of their bowels. The ascent from the lake to 
the top of Kirkston is easy, and there are many water-falls from the 
mountains on both sides. From the top of Kirkston to Ambleside the 
descent is quick. Some remarkable stones near the gorge of the pass 
are called Highcross.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>to Haweswater</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
After what we have seen, the only lake that remains to be visited in 
this tour is
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
HAWES-WATER.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This is a pleasant morning ride from Penrith; or it may be taken in 
the way to Shap, or from Shap, and return to Kendal. There
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>turnpike</kw>
<kw>Styboar Crag</kw>
<kw>Goldrill Bridge</kw>
<kw>Kirkstone Pass</kw>
<kw>Struggle, The</kw>
<kw>Highcross</kw>
<kw>Hawes Water</kw>
<kw>road, Kirkstone to Patterdale</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Kirkstone</kw>
</note>
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is also a road from Pooley-bridge, over the mountain to Bampton vale, 
a beautiful secreted valley.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Ascending the road from Pooley-bridge to the south, from the brow of 
the common, you have a grand general view of Ulls-water, with all its 
winding shore, and accompaniments of woods, rocks, mountains, bays, 
and promontories, to the entrance of Patterdale. To the north-east you
look down on Pooley-bridge, and the winding of the river guides the 
eye to a beautiful valley, much ornamented with plantations, in the 
midst of which Dalemain is seated, queen of the vale of Emont. Turning
south, proceed by White-raise, a large karn of stones, and near it are
the remains of a small circus, ten stones of which are still erect. A 
little further on, are the vestiges of a larger one of 22 paces by 25.
All the stones except the pillar are removed. It stands on the south 
side of the circus, and the place is called Moor-Dovack. Here the vale
of Bampton opens sweetly to the view, ascending to the south, and 
spreading upwards in variety of dale-land beauty. At the bridge the 
road turns to the right, and soon brings you upon Hawes-water.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Haweswater</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Young is the first that says any thing in favour of this sweet but
unfrequented lake.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hawes Water</kw>
<kw>Pooley Bridge</kw>
<kw>Bampton Vale</kw>
<kw>Lowther Valley</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Dalemain</kw>
<kw>White Raise</kw>
<kw>stone circle</kw>
<kw>Moor Divock stone circles</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>track, Pooley Bridge to Bampton</kw>
<kw>Pooley Bridge to Bampton</kw>
</note>
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'The approach to the lake is very picturesque; you pass between two 
high ridges of mountains, the banks finely spread with inclosures; 
upon the right, two small beautiful hills, one of them covered with 
wood; they are most pleasantly elegant. The lake is a small one, above
three miles long, half a mile over in places, and a quarter in others;
almost divided in the middle by a promontory of inclosures, joined 
only by a strait, so that it consists of two sheets of water. The 
upper end of it is fine, quite inclosed with bold, steep craggy rocks 
and mountains; and in the centre of the end, a few little inclosures 
at their feet, waving upward in a very beautiful manner. The south 
side of the lake is a noble ridge of mountains, very bold and 
prominent down to the water's edge. They bulge out in the centre of a 
fine, bold, pendant, broad head, that is venerably magnificent: and 
the view of the first sheet of the lake, losing itself in the second, 
among hills, rocks, woods, &amp;c. is picturesque. The opposite shore 
consists of inclosures, rising one above another, and crowned with 
craggy rocks [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The narrowest part, by report, is 50 fathoms deep, and a man may throw
a stone across it. Thwaite-force or fall, is a fine cataract on the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>Hawes Water</kw>
<kw>Thwaite Force</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.164.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Six month's Tour</emph>, vol. 3d. page 168.
</q></p>
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right, and opposite to it, the first sheet of water is lost among the 
rocks and wood, in a beautiful manner. Bleakhow-crag, a ruinous rock, 
and over it, Castle-crag, a staring shattered rock, have a formidable 
appearance; and above all is seen Kidstow-pike, on whose summit the 
clouds weep into a crater of rock that is never empty. On the eastern 
side, a front of prominent rock bulges out into a solemn naked mass, 
and a waving cataract descends the furrowed side of a soft green hill.
The contrast is fine - At Bleakhow-crag there is a pleasing back view.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Above the chapel, all is hopeless waste and desolation. The little 
vale contracts into a glen, strewed with the precipitated ruins of 
mouldering mountains, and the destruction of perpetual water-falls.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Haweswater to Kendal</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Kendal is fourteen miles from the chapel, and whoever chooses an 
Alpine ride, may proceed to it up this vale. From the chapel to the 
top of the mountains is three miles, and the descent into 
Long-Sleddale is as much more. In approaching the mountain, 
Harter-fell scowls forward in all the terrific grandeur of hanging 
rock. As you advance, a yawning chasm appears to divide it upwards 
from the base, and within it is heard the hoarse noise of ingulphed 
waters. The tumult of cataracts and water-falls on all sides,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>Hawes Water</kw>
<kw>Bleakhow Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>Kidsty Pike</kw>
<kw>chapel, Mardale</kw>
<kw>Holy Trinity, Mardale</kw>
<kw>Longsleddale</kw>
<kw>Gatescarth Pass</kw>
<kw>Harter Fell, Longsleddale</kw>
<kw>track, Gatescarth to Mardale</kw>
<kw>Gatescarth to Mardale</kw>
<kw>track, Garnett Bridge to Sadgill</kw>
<kw>Garnett Bridge to Sadgill</kw>
<kw>track, Sadgill to Gatescarth</kw>
<kw>Sadgill to Gatescarth</kw>
</note>
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adds much to the solemnity of these tremendous scenes. The path soon 
becomes winding, steep, and narrow, and is the only possible one 
across the mountain. The noise of a cataract on the left accompanies 
you during the ascent. On the summit of the mountain you soon come in 
sight of Long-Sleddale, Lancaster-sands, &amp;c. and in the course of your
descent, you will presently be accompanied by a cataract on the right.
The road traverses the mountain as on the other side, but is much 
better made, and wider, on account of the slate taken from the sides 
of these mountains and carried to Kendal, &amp;c. The water-falls on the 
right are extremely curious. You enter Long-Sleddale between two 
shattered rocky mountains. That on the left, Crowbarrow, is not less 
terrible to look up at, when under it, than any rock in Barrowside or 
Borrowdale, and it has covered a much larger space with ruins. Here is
every possible variety of water falls and cataracts; the most 
remarkable of which is on the left. Over a most tremendous wall of 
rock, a mountain torrent, in one broken sheet, leaps headlong one 
hundred yards and more. The whole vale is narrow; the hills rise swift
on each hand; their brows are wooded; their feet covered with grass, 
or cultivated, and their summits broken. The road along the vale is 
tolerable, and joins the great road at Watch-gate, about four miles 
from Kendal.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gatescarth Pass</kw>
<kw>Longsleddale</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>Sprint, River</kw>
<kw>slate quarry</kw>
<kw>waterfall, Sprint</kw>
<kw>Crowbarrow</kw>
<kw>Buckbarrow</kw>
<kw>Galeforth Gill</kw>
<kw>Watchgate</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Penrith</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Hawes-water may be taken the first in the morning, and then cross the 
mountains by the road to Pooley-bridge for Ulls-water, and return in 
the evening to
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
PENRITH. [1]
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
So much is already said of this town, that little remains now to be 
added here. The situation is pleasant, and open to the south. It is 
tolerably well built, and rather a genteel than a trading town. The 
town's people are polite and civil, and the inns commodious and well 
served.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Saving the few resident families, the life of this town is its being a
thorough-fare. For, although seated in the midst of a rich and 
fruitful country, few manufacturers have been induced to fix here. 
Before the interest of the sister kingdoms became one, Penrith was a 
place of uncertain tranquillity, and too precarious for the repose of 
trade and manual industry; being better circumstanced for a place of 
arms and military exercise. Yet since this happy change of 
circumstances, no more than one branch of tanning, and a small 
manufacture of checks have taken place. This must be owing either to 
want of attention in people of property, or of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Penrith</kw>
<kw>tanning</kw>
<kw>weaving</kw>
<kw>Act of Union, 1707</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.167.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(<emph rend="italic">Bereda</emph>, Rav. Chor. <emph rend="italic">Vereda</emph>

, Anton. Inter.)
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industry of the inhabitants. The latter is not to be supposed; for the
spirit of agriculture, introduced by the gentlemen of the environs, is
in as flourishing a way amongst the farmers of this neighbourhood, as 
in other parts of the kingdom. The superfluities of the market are 
bought up for Kendal, where much of that produce is wanting which 
superabounds here.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The most remarkable objects at Penrith, are the beacon, on the summit 
of the hill above the town, and the awful remains of the royal 
fortress on the crest of the rising ground that commands the town. It 
is supposed to be an erection of Henry VI. out of the ruins of a more 
ancient structure called Mayburgh; but this is not very probable, 
since stones are easier quarried here than they could be got there. 
But as popular records have generally some fact to rest upon, and some
truth in the bottom, so some facings and other principal stones taken 
from Mayburgh, might give rise to the tradition. There might also have
been a stronghold here in the time of the Romans. At present the 
buildings are ruins in the last stage. One stone arched vault only 
remains, that from its situation appears to have been the <emph rend="italic">
keep</emph>,
now no longer terrible, since the border service ceased, and a mutual 
inter-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Penrith</kw>
<kw>agriculture</kw>
<kw>market</kw>
<kw>beacon, Penrith</kw>
<kw>Beacon Hill, Penrith</kw>
<kw>Penrith Castle</kw>
<kw>Henry VI</kw>
<kw>Mayburgh</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Penrith</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[inter]course of trade and alliance happily took the place of national
reprisals and family feuds.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>placename</kw>
<kw>charter</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The antiquity of this town is supposed to be found in its name being 
of British derivation, from Pen and Rhudd, signifying in that 
langauge, a red head or hill; and such is the colour of the hill above
the town, and the ground and stones round it. But with respect to 
situation, it may well be derived from Pen, the head, and Ryn, a 
promontory, and so be referred to the beacon hill. It might however be
judged a more honourable etymon to derive the name from Pen, and 
Rhydd, of Rhyddaw, to make free, and that on account of special 
service or fidelity to the Roman government, the Britons of this town 
were emancipated from the abject slavery which the nation in general 
were subjected to, by their tyrannical masters. This, in their own 
language, might be Penrhydd, and pronounced by the Britons, as by the 
Welch at this day, Penrith. However this may be, it has been the 
happiness of this town to remain a royal franchise through all the 
ages of feudal servitude; at least ever since the reign of Edward I. 
without the incumbrance of a charter, and it is now peaceably governed
by the steward of the honours, and a free jury. The honours of both 
town and castle belong to the Duke of Portland.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Penrith</kw>
<kw>placename, Penrith</kw>
<kw>Edward I</kw>
<kw>charter, Penrith</kw>
<kw>Portland, Duke of</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Giant's Grave</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
In the church-yard are some sepulchral monuments, which have long been
the subject of antiquarian speculation, not yet decided. Thus much is 
evident, that the pillars alluded to are of one stone, formed like the
ancient spears; the shafts round, for about seven feet high; above 
that, they appear to be square, and to have terminated in a point. 
They are about ten feet high, stand parallel to the church, distant 
from each other fifteen feet. The space between is inclosed with 
circular stones, by some conjectured to represent boars. There remains
visible, on the upper part of the pillars, some ornamental work, but 
no inscription or figures appear at present, and the stones are so 
much fretted by time, that it rests upon mere conjecture to affirm 
there ever were any. They probably mark the tomb of some great man, or
family, before the custom was introduced of interring within churches,
and are most likely British, or if not, must be Saxon.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>from Penrith</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
There are many pleasing rides in the environs of Perith; most of them 
lead to curious remains of ancient monuments, or to modern rural 
improvements. In Whinfield-park are the Countess-pillar, the 
White-hart tree, and the Three-brothers' tree; the first particular is
a filial tribute of Ann, Countess Dowager of Pembroke, to the memory 
of her pious mother, Mary, Countess Dowager
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Penrith</kw>
<kw>St Andrew, Penrith</kw>
<kw>Giant's Grave</kw>
<kw>Whinfield Park</kw>
<kw>Whinfell Park</kw>
<kw>Countess Pillar</kw>
<kw>White Hart Tree</kw>
<kw>Three Brother Tree</kw>
<kw>Clifford, Anne, Lady</kw>
<kw>Pembroke, Countess of</kw>
<kw>Cumberland, Countess of</kw>
</note>
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<q rend="quote continued">
of Cumberland; and the trees are the remains of large aged oaks, that 
have long out-lived their own strength. One of them is upwards of nine
yards in circumference. Brougham-castle is an awful ruin, the 
<emph rend="italic">Brovoniacum</emph> of the Romans, and since that the 
bulwark of 
Westmorland, on that side, and the pride of its Earls for many 
descents. In the roof of a gallery, is a stone with a Roman sepulchral
inscription, much defaced. At Little-Salkeld is the largest druidical 
circle in the northern parts. Near Eamont bridge is Arthur's round 
table, and at a small distance from it is Mayburgh, both of remote 
antiquity, and doubtful use. The first may be presumed to have been a 
place of public exhibition for martial exercises, and the latter has 
the circumstances of a British fort; but the rude pillar inclines some
to believe it the remains of a druid temple. It is entirely formed of 
loose stones and pebbles, collected from the adjacent rivers and 
fields. That the height has once been great, may be collected from the
vast breadth of the base, increased by the fall of stones from the 
top. It incloses an area of 80 yards or more, and near the middle 
stands a red stone, upwards of three yards high. The entrance is on 
the eastern side, and opens to a sweet view of Brougham-house, to 
which the rude pillar when whitened (and of this Mr. Brougham is very 
careful) is a fine obelisk.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>White Hart Tree</kw>
<kw>Three Brother Tree</kw>
<kw>oak</kw>
<kw>Brougham Castle</kw>
<kw>Brovoniacum</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Brougham</kw>
<kw>Little Salkeld</kw>
<kw>stone circle, Salkeld</kw>
<kw>Long Meg and Her Daughters</kw>
<kw>Eamont Bridge</kw>
<kw>Arthur's Table</kw>
<kw>Mayburgh</kw>
<kw>Brougham House</kw>
<kw>Brougham, Mr</kw>
</note>
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If the name of this very extraordinary monument was Breingwin, then 
Mr. Pennant, from Rowland, has pointed out its use, viz. 'a supreme 
consistry of druidical administration, as the British name imports.' 
But if the present name be a Saxon corruption of the ancient name, 
which probably was Mysirion, by the Saxons pronounced Maybirion, or 
Maybir, and to bring its till (sic) nearer to their own language, 
Mayburgh, then this conjecture being admitted, it will signify a place
of study and contemplation [1]. Such places the druids had, and were 
the public school destined for the colloquial instruction of pupils in
mysteries of religion, and the arcana of civil government. Druidical 
remains are frequent in the neighbourhood, and many of them similar; 
but Mayburgh is such a huge and singular construction, that it must 
have been designed for some extraordinary use.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Beacon Hill</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From the beacon the views are many, all extensive and vast. The eye is
in the centre of a plain, inclosed with a circle of stupendous 
mountains of various forms. The plain is adorned with many ancient 
towns, and more ancient castles, stations, and castellums, where the 
Roman eagle long displayed her wings; but which are now possessed by a
happier people, who enjoy, with freedom,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Mayburgh</kw>
<kw>placename, Mayburgh</kw>
<kw>Breingwin</kw>
<kw>Mysirion</kw>
<kw>Maybirion</kw>
<kw>druids</kw>
<kw>Beacon Hill, Penrith</kw>
<kw>station, Beacon Hill</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.172.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Mona Antiqua</emph>, page 84.
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<q rend="quote continued">
all the refinements of liberal taste and flourishing industry.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Shap Abbey</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Hawes-water may be conveniently visited from Penrith, returning from 
it by the ruins of Shap (or Heppe) abbey to Shap. The remains of this 
ancient structure are inconsiderable, yet picturesque. A square tower,
with piked windows, is the chief part of the ruins, and does honor to 
the reign of King John, when it was built for canons of the 
praemonstratensian order, that had been first placed at 
Preston-patrick, near Kendal, by Thomas, son of Gospatrick.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This abbey was dedicated by the first founder to St. Mary Magdalene, 
and he endowed it with a large portion of his lands, in Preston, near 
Kendal. His son translated it to Magdalene vale, near Shap, and 
further endowed it with the lands of Karl, or Karl-wath. Robert de 
Vitripont (Vipon) first Lord of Westmorland, confirmed the preceding 
grants, and added to that of Matilda his mother, and Ivo his brother, 
the tithes of all his mills, and of the game killed in all his lands 
in Westmorland. This grant is dated on Saturday, April 24, in the 13th
of King John.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Shap to Kendal</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
From this sequestered spot, continue the route to the village of Shap,
a proper place for refreshment, before you face Shap-fells,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hawes Water</kw>
<kw>Shap Abbey</kw>
<kw>Heppe</kw>
<kw>John</kw>
<kw>praemonstratensian order</kw>
<kw>Preston Patrick</kw>
<kw>St Mary Magdalene</kw>
<kw>Karlwath de Vitripont, Robert</kw>
<kw>charter, Shap Abbey</kw>
<kw>Shap</kw>
<kw>road, Kendal to Shap</kw>
<kw>Kendal to Shap</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
a dreary, melancholy tract of twelve miles [1]. On the east side of 
the road, soon after you leave the village, observe a double range of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Shap Fells</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.174.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This elevated tract being near the centre of Westmorland, and where we
may suppose its Genius is most likely to sit enthroned, it may afford 
the reader a seasonable amusement to peruse in this place a little 
ode, addressed to that imaginary being, by a late elegant bard, when 
on one of his visits to his native country.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
ODE
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
<emph rend="italic">To the Genius of Westmorland</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Hail, hidden Power of these wild groves,</l>
<l>These uncouth rocks and mountains grey;</l>
<l>Where oft, as fades the closing day,</l>
<l>The family of fancy roves.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>In what lone cave, what secret cell,</l>
<l>Coeval with the birth of time,</l>
<l>Wrapt in high cares, and thought sublime,</l>
<l>In awful silence dost thou dwell!</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Oft in the depth of winter's reign,</l>
<l>As blew the dark winds o'er the dale,</l>
<l>Moaning along the distant gale,</l>
<l>Has fancy heard thy voice complain.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Oft in the dark wood's lonely way,</l>
<l>Swift has she seen thee glancing by;</l>
<l>Or down the summer evening sky,</l>
<l>Sporting in clouds of gilded day.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>I caught from thee the sacred fire,</l>
<l>That glow'd within my youthful breast;-</l>
<l>Those thoughts too high to be express'd,</l>
<l>Genius, if thou didst once inspire.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>O! pleas'd, accept this votive lay,</l>
<l>That in my native shade retir'd,</l>
<l>And once, once more by thee inspir'd,</l>
<l>In gratitude I pay.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Langhorne's Effusions of Friendship and Fancy</emph> Vol.1, 

Let.25.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Genius of Westmorland</kw>
<kw>Westmorland, genius of</kw>
<kw>Langhorne</kw>
<kw>Effusions of Friendship and Fancy</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.175">
<p rend="text">
Page 175:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
huge granites [1], pitched in the ground, and at some distance from 
each other, leading to circles of small stones, and increasing the 
space between the rows as they approach the circles, where the avenue 
is about 27 paces wide. They are supposed to have run quite through 
the village, and terminated in a point. It has long embarrassed the 
antiquaries what to call this very uncommon monument of ancient date. 
Mr. Pennant has given a plausible explanation of it from <emph rend="italic">
Olaus 
Magnus</emph>, and supposes the row of granites to be the recording 
stones of a Danish victory obtained on the spot, and the stony circles
to be grateful tributes to the memory of consanguineous heroes slain 
in the action.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
There is at a small distance to the east from these stones a spring, 
called Shap-spaw, in smell and taste like that of Harrowgate, and much
frequented by the people of the country for scorbutic complaints, and 
eruptions of the skin. Leaving this gloomy region of black moors and 
shapeless mountains behind you, you approach a charming vale, which 
Mr. Young, in his elegant manner, describes thus:
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'After crossing this dreary tract, the first appearance of a good 
country is most exquisitely fine; about three miles from Kendal, you
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>stone circle, Shap</kw>
<kw>Kemp Howe</kw>
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Shap Spa</kw>
<kw>Spa Well</kw>
<kw>spa</kw>
<kw>Shap Fells</kw>
<kw>Young, Mr</kw>
<kw>Kent Valley</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.175.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Since the inclosure of the common, many of these stones have been 
destroyed, for the purpose of making fence-walls.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.176">
<p rend="text">
Page 176:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>station, Stone Crag</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote continued">
at once look down from off this desolate country upon one of the 
finest landscapes in the world; a noble range of fertile inclosures, 
richly enamelled with the most beautiful verdure: and coming to the 
brow of the hill, have a most elegant picturesque view of a variegated
tract of waving inclosures, spreading over the hills, and hanging to 
the eye in the most picturesque and pleasing manner that fancy can 
conceive: three hills in particular are overlooked, cut into 
inclosures in a charming style, of themselves forming a most elegant 
landscape, and worthy the imitation of those who would give the 
embellishments of art to the simplicity of nature.'
</q></p>
<p n="1821.Kendal 1">
<q rend="quote">
The station from whence this description is taken, is about the midway
between the third and fourth mile-stone, on the top of a rock, on the 
east side of the old road, called Stone-crag, which cannot be 
mistaken. The three hills referred to in the description, are on the 
near ground of the landscape. There are many beautiful hills and 
knolls scattered about the valley; some cultivated, others covered 
with wood, or shining in the softest verdure. But the most remarkable 
one for picturesque form, is an oval green hill crowned with the ruins
of a castle; it divides the valley, and overlooks a town hanging on 
the side of a steep mountain, this is
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kent Valley</kw>
<kw>station, Stone Crag</kw>
<kw>Stone Crag</kw>
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
<kw>Kendal</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.177">
<p rend="text">
Page 177:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Kendal</kw>
</note>
<head>
KENDAL. [1]
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The approach to it from the north is pleasant. A noble river, the 
Kent, is discovered flowing briskly through fertile fields, and 
visiting the town in its whole length. It is crossed by a handsome 
bridge, where three great roads coincide, from Sedbergh, 
Kirkby-Stephen, and Penrith. The main street leading from the bridge 
slopes upwards to the centre of the town, and contracts itself into an
inconvenient passage, [2] where it joins another principal street, 
which falls with a gentle declivity both ways, and is a mile in 
length, and of spacious breadth. Was an area for a market-place opened
at the incidence of these two streets, it would be a noble 
improvement. The entrance from the south is by another bridge, which 
makes a short awkward turn into the suburbs, but after that, the 
street opens well, and the town has a chearful appearance. The 
principal inns are genteel, commodious, and plentifully served.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Here is a workhouse for the poor, which for neatness and oeconomy 
exceeds most of the kind in the kingdom.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>Stramongate Bridge</kw>
<kw>market, Kendal</kw>
<kw>Nether Bridge</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.177.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Concangium</emph>, Not. Imp.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.177.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This passage is now widened; and a new street has been opened from 
near the centre of the town, to the river side, which has much 
improved the road through it for carriages.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.178">
<p rend="text">
Page 178:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>manufactures</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The objects most worthy of notice here are the manufactories. The 
chief of these are of Kendal cottons (a coarse woollen cloth) of 
linseys, toilonets, kerseymeres, callicoes, and of knit worsted 
stockings. Also a considerable tannery is carried on in this town. The
less (sic) manufactures are, of fish hooks, of waste silk (which is 
received from London, and after scouring, combing, and spinning, is 
returned) of ivory combs, and of wool cards, in which branch 
considerable improvements have been made by the curious machines 
invented here for that purpose. There are other articles of industry 
well worth seeing; as the mills for scouring, fulling, and frizing 
cloth, for cutting and rasping dying wood, &amp;c. But what is most to the
credit of this place, is, that notwithstanding many inconveniences, 
which this town has laboured under, the manufactures have all along 
continued to flourish, and have of late years been greatly increased 
by the spirit and industry of the inhabitants. These manufactures are 
particularly noticed so early as the reign of King Richard II, and 
Henry IV. when special laws were enacted for the better regulation of 
Kendal-cloths, &amp;c. [1]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>weaving</kw>
<kw>stockings</kw>
<kw>knitting</kw>
<kw>tanning</kw>
<kw>fish hooks</kw>
<kw>spinning, silk</kw>
<kw>comb, ivory</kw>
<kw>wool cards</kw>
<kw>Richard II</kw>
<kw>Henry IV</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.178.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
About a mile and a half from Kendal, on the road to Ulverston, is 
Scout-scar, a high rock, on which is a terrace of about a mile in 
length, facing the west, from which there is a most extensive and 
surprising view, which you come upon all at once as you approach the 
top, and is equal, if not superior, to most of the views in this 
romantic country.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
At Mr. Todhunter's Museum, in Kendal, may be seen a large collection 
of fossils, and other articles of natural history, mostly of this 
country, as well as various articles of antiquity, ancient armour, 
coins, medals, sculpture, carvings in wood, and various other 
curiosities well worth the attention of tourists.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A quarry of marble has lately been discovered near this town, which 
produces quite a new variety. It is of different colours, beautifully 
variegated, and takes the highest polish. When inlaid in statuary 
marble it has the best effect, and is equal, if not superior, to any 
imported from Greece or Italy. Chimney-pieces, and other ornamental 
works are made of it, and of the common limestone of the country, 
which also polishes very fine, in a good style, by Mr. Francis 
Webster, in Kendal, who has erected a mill for sawing and polishing 
the same.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Scout Scar</kw>
<kw>station, Scout Scar</kw>
<kw>Kendal Museum</kw>
<kw>Todhunter, Mr</kw>
<kw>marble</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>quarry</kw>
<kw>Webster, Francis</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1821.179">
<p rend="text">
Page 179:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>charter</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
When William the Conqueror gave the barony of Kendal to Ivo de 
Taillebois, the inhabitants of the town were villain-tenants of the 
baronial lord; but one of his successors emancipated them, and 
confirmed their burgages to them, by charter. Queen Elizabeth, in the 
18th year of her reign, erected it into a corporation, by the name of 
aldermen and burgesses; and afterwards King Charles I. incorporated it
with a mayor, 12 aldermen, and 20 capital burgesses.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>church</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray's description of this town is injurious to it; but his 
account of the church and castle is worth transcribing. 'Near the end 
of the town, stands a handsome house of Colonel Wilson's, [1] and 
adjoining it, the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal Barony</kw>
<kw>Taillebois, Ivo de</kw>
<kw>Elizabeth I</kw>
<kw>charter, Kendal</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Wilson, Colonel</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.179.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This is called Abbot-hall, and is now the property of Christopher 
Wilson, Esq.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.180">
<p rend="text">
Page 180:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
church, a very large Gothic fabric, with a square tower; it has no 
particular ornaments, but double aisles, and at the east four chapels,
or choirs.' Mr. Gray's account then proceeds to the inside of the 
church,[1] which he describes with his usual accuracy and ease. 
Speaking of the four chapels or choirs, he says, 'there is one of the 
Parrs, another of the Stricklands, the third is the proper choir of 
the church, and the fourth of the Bellinghams, a family now extinct. 
The Bellinghams came into Westmorland before the reign of Henry VII, 
and were seated at Burneside.[2] In the reign of Henry VIII, Alan 
Bellingham purchased of the king the 20th part of a knight's fee in 
Helsington, parcel of the possession of Henry Duke of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>Holy Trinity, Kendal</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Parr chapel</kw>
<kw>Strickland chapel</kw>
<kw>Bellingham chapel</kw>
<kw>Burneside</kw>
<kw>Henry VIII</kw>
<kw>Bellingham, Alan</kw>
<kw>Helsington</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.180.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The following epitaph, composed for himself, by Mr. Ravlph Tirer, 
vicar of Kendal (who died in 1627) and placed in the chancel, may be 
worth the reader's perusal on account of its quaintness, and yet 
uncommon historical precision.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>London bredd me, Westminster fedd me,</l>
<l>Cambridge sped me, my sister wed me,</l>
<l>Study taught me, Liuing sought me,</l>
<l>Learning brought me, Kendall caught me,</l>
<l>Labour pressed me, Sickness distressed me,</l>
<l>Death oppressed me, &amp; Graue possessed me,</l>
<l>God first gave me, Christ did saue me,</l>
<l>Earth did crave me, &amp; Heauen would haue me.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Tirer, Ravlph, Rev</kw>
<kw>epitaph, Tirer</kw>
<kw>Tirer, Ralph, Rev</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.180.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the reign of King Edward II. Richard Bellingham married Margaret, 
daughter and heiress of Gilbert Burnshead, of Burnshead, Knt. near 
Kendal.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bellingham, Richard</kw>
<kw>Burnshead, Margaret</kw>
<kw>Burnshead, Gilbert</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.181">
<p rend="text">
Page 181:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Richmond, and Sir John Lumley (Lord Lumley) which his father, Thomas 
Bellingham, had farmed of the crown; he was succeeded by his son, 
James Bellingham, who erected the tomb in the Bellingham's chapel. 
There is an altar tomb of one of them (viz. Alan Bellingham) dated 
1577, with a flat brass arms and quarterings; and in the window their 
arms alone, argent, a hunting horn sable, strung gules. In the 
Strickland's chapel are several modern monuments, and another old 
altar tomb, not belonging to the family: on the side of it, a fess 
dancette between ten billets deincourt. This tomb is probably of Sir 
Ralph D'Aincourt, who, in the reign of King John, married Helen, 
daughter of Anselm de Furness, whose daughter, and sole heiress, 
Elizabeth D'Aincourt, was married to William, son and heir of Sir 
Robert de Strickland, of Great Strickland, Knt. 23 of Henry III. The 
son and heir was Walter de Strickland, who lived in the reign of 
Edward I, was possessed of the fortunes of Anselm de Furness and 
D'Aincourt in Westmorland, and erected the above tomb to the memory of
his grandfather, Ralph D'Aincourt. The descendants of the said Walter 
de Strickland have lived at Sizergh, in the neighbourhood, ever since,
and this chapel is the family burial place. In Parr's chapel is a 
third altar tomb, in the corner, no figure or inscription, but on the 
side, cut in stone, an escutcheon
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lumley, John, Sir</kw>
<kw>Bellingham, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Bellingham, James</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, Bellingham</kw>
<kw>Bellingham chapel</kw>
<kw>Strickland chapel</kw>
<kw>coat of Arms, D'Aincourt</kw>
<kw>D'Aincourt, Ralph</kw>
<kw>Furness, Anselm de</kw>
<kw>D'Aincourt, Elizabeth</kw>
<kw>Strickland, Robert de, Sir</kw>
<kw>Great Strickland</kw>
<kw>Strickland, Walter de</kw>
<kw>Sizergh</kw>
<kw>Parr chapel</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.182">
<p rend="text">
Page 182:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
of Ross, of Kendal, three water budgets, quartering Parr, two bars in 
a border engrailed; 2dly, an escutcheon, vaire, a fess for Marmion; 
3dly, an escutcheon, three chevronels braced, and a chief which I take
for Fitzhugh: at the foot is an escutcheon, surrounded with the 
garter, bearing Ross and Parr quarterly, quartering the other two 
before mentioned. I have no books to look in, therefore cannot say 
whether this is Lord Parr, of Kendal, Queen Catharine's father, or her
brother the Marquis of Northampton. Perhaps it is a cenotaph for the 
latter, who was buried at Warwick, 1571.'
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The castle he describes thus:- 'The remains of the castle are seated 
on a fine hill, on the side of the river opposite to the town; almost 
the whole inclosure-wall remains, with four towers, two square, and 
two round, but their upper parts and embattlements are demolished: it 
is of rough stone and cement, without any ornament of arms, round, 
inclosing a court of the like form, and surrounded by a moat; nor ever
could it have been larger than it is, for there are no traces of 
out-works. There is a good view of the town and river, with a fertile 
open valley through which it winds.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Had Mr. Gray ascended from the end of Stramongate-bridge to the 
castle, which was
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Parr chapel</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, Ross</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, Parr</kw>
<kw>Parr, Lord</kw>
<kw>Northampton, Marquis of</kw>
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Kent Valley</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.183">
<p rend="text">
Page 183:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
the only way to it when in its glory, and is the easiest at present, 
he would have observed a square area that had been fortified with a 
deep moat, and connected with the castle by a draw-bridge, where was 
probably the base court. The stones are now entirely removed, and the 
ground levelled, 'and laughing Ceres reassumes the land.' The present 
structure was undoubtedly raised by the first Barons of Kendal, and 
probably on the ruins of a Roman station; this being the most eligible
site in the country for a summer encampment, and at a small distance 
from Watercrook. There are still some remains of a dark red freestone,
used in facings, and in the doors and windows, and have been brought 
from the environs of Penrith, more probably by the Romans, than by 
either the Saxon or Norman Lords. Fame says this castle held out 
against Oliver Cromwell, and was battered from the Castle-law-hill, 
but this is not so probable, as that its present ruinous state is 
owing to the jealousy of that usurper.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>from Kendal</kw>
</note>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Watercrook</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
There is a most pleasant morning ride of five miles, down the east 
side of the river. Watercrook is one mile distant, on the right, close
by the side of the Kent. This is the <emph rend="italic">Concangium</emph> of 
the Romans, 
where a body of the Vigilatores (or watchmen) kept guard, and was the 
intermediate station betwixt the <emph rend="italic">Dictis</emph> at 
Ambleside, and the 
garrison at
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
<kw>Watercrook</kw>
<kw>Cromwell, Oliver</kw>
<kw>Castle Law Hill</kw>
<kw>Castle Howe</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Watercrook</kw>
<kw>Concangium</kw>
<kw>vigilatores</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<div type="section" n="1821.184">
<p rend="text">
Page 184:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
Overborough. The line of the foss may be still traced, though much 
defaced by the plough. Altars, coins, and inscribed stones, have been 
found here. And in the wall of the barn, on the very area of the 
station, is still legible, the inscription preserved by Mr. 
Horsley,[1] to the memory of two freed men, with an imprecation 
against any one who should contaminate their sepulchre, and a fine to 
the fiscal. There is also an altar without an inscription, and a 
Silenus without a head. At a small distance is a pyramidal knoll, 
crowned with a single tree, called Sattury, where probably something 
dedicated to the god Saturn has stood. Pass through the village of 
Natland, and on the crest of a green hill, on the left, called Helm, 
are the vestiges of a castellum, called Castle-steads, which, during 
the residence of the watchmen at Watercrook, corresponded (by smoke in
the day, and flame in the night) with the garrison at Lancaster, by 
the beacon on Warton-crag. There is a house at a distance to the 
north, called Watch-house, where Roman coins have been found.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Levens Force etc</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Proceed through Sedgwick,[2] and fall in with the course of the river 
at Force-bridge,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>roman fort, Watercrook</kw>
<kw>altar, roman</kw>
<kw>roman altar</kw>
<kw>coin, roman</kw>
<kw>roman coin</kw>
<kw>Horsley, Mr</kw>
<kw>inscription, roman</kw>
<kw>roman inscription</kw>
<kw>Silenus</kw>
<kw>Sattury</kw>
<kw>Saturn</kw>
<kw>Natland</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Helm</kw>
<kw>Helm, The</kw>
<kw>Castlesteads</kw>
<kw>beacon, Helm</kw>
<kw>Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>beacon, Warton Crag</kw>
<kw>Watch House</kw>
<kw>Sedgwick</kw>
<kw>Force Bridge</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.184.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Brit</emph>. page 300.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.184.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Near this place are large works for the manufactory of gunpowder.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Old Sedgwick Gunpowder Mills</kw>
<kw>Sedgwick</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
and from the crown of it have a very singular romantic view of the 
river both ways, working its passage in a narrow deep channel of 
rocks, hanging over it in a variety of forms, and streaming a thousand
rills into the flood. The rocks in the bottom are strangely excavated 
into deep holes of various shapes, which, when the river is low, 
remain full of water, and from their depth are black as ink. The 
bridge is one bold arch, supported by the opposite rocks, of unknown 
antiquity. A mantle of ivy vails (sic) its ancient front, and gives it
a most venerable appearance. If you ride down the west side of the 
river from the bridge, as far as the forge, to see the water-fall of 
the whole river, let it be remembered, that the stream is much 
impaired in beauty since the forge was erected. And if, from the end 
of the uppermost house, you look up between the trees in the midst of 
the channel, you will see the whole body of the river issuing from a 
sable cavern, and tumbling over a rock, of height just sufficient to 
convert it into a froth as white as snow, and behind it the arch of 
the bridge is partly caught in a disposition that forms a very 
uncommon assemblage of picturesque beauties. This is seen in the 
highest perfection when then stream is full. Return to the bridge, and
ride down the east side of the river to Levens-park.- In order to ride
through the park, you must be favoured with a key from Levens-hall.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Force Bridge</kw>
<kw>station, Force Bridge</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>Levens Force</kw>
<kw>forge, Levens</kw>
<kw>Levens Park</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Here is one of the sweetest spots that fancy can imagine. The woods, 
the rocks, the river, the grounds, are rivals in beauty of style, and 
variety of contrast. The bends of the river, the bulging of the rocks 
over it, under which in some places it retires in haste, and again 
breaks out in a calm and spreading stream, are matchless beauties. The
ground in some places is bold, and hangs abruptly over the river, or 
falls into gentle slopes, and easy plains. All is variety, with 
pleasing transition. Thickets cover the brows; ancient thorns, and 
more ancient oaks, are scattered over the plain; and clumps, and 
solitary beech trees of enormous size, that equal, if not surpass, any
thing the Chiltern-hills can boast. The park is well stocked with 
fallow deer. The side of the Kent is famous for petrifying springs, 
that incrust vegetable bodies, such as moss, leaves of trees, &amp;c. 
There is one on the park, called the Dropping-well.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
At a small distance is Hincaster, where the Romans had a camp. Within 
the park is Kirkshead, mentioned by Camden as a place frequented by 
the Romans, yet nothing of late belonging to that people has been 
discovered at either place. Levens-hall was the seat of a family of 
that name, for many ages; then of Redman, for several descents; 
afterwards it came to Bellingham, and Alan, or his son James 
Bellingham, gave it the present
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Levens Park</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>deer</kw>
<kw>fallow deer</kw>
<kw>petrifying spring</kw>
<kw>spring, petrifying</kw>
<kw>Dropping Well</kw>
<kw>Hincaster</kw>
<kw>Romans</kw>
<kw>Levens Hall</kw>
<kw>Levens Family</kw>
<kw>Redman Family</kw>
<kw>Bellingham Family</kw>
<kw>Bellingham, Alan</kw>
<kw>Bellingham, James</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
form in the reign of Queen Elizabeth; and in taste of carvings in 
wood, attempted to outdo his contemporary, Walter Strickland, Esq. of 
Sizergh. After Bellingham it came to Colonel Graham, and from his 
daughter, by marriage, to the ancestor of the late noble possessor.[1]
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>return to Kendal</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Return by Levens-bridge, to Kendal, five miles. Have a new view of the
valley, and the east side of the Kent. At the park-gate have a 
charming view of Sizergh, shewing itself to the morning sun, and 
appearing to advantage from an elevated site under a bold and wooded 
back-ground. The tower was built in the reign of Henry III, or Edward 
I, by Sir William Strickland, who had married Elizabeth, the general 
heiress of Ralph D'Aincourt. This is evident from an escutcheon cut in
stone, on the west side of the tower, and hung cornerwise, D'Aincourt 
quartering Strickland, three escalop shells, the crest, on a close 
helmet, a full-topt holly-bush. The same are the arms of the family at
this time, and this has been their chief residence ever since.[2]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Levens Hall</kw>
<kw>Bellingham, James</kw>
<kw>Strickland, Walter</kw>
<kw>Sizergh Hall</kw>
<kw>Graham, Colonel</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>Kent Valley</kw>
<kw>Sizergh Park</kw>
<kw>Strickland, William, Sir</kw>
<kw>D'Aincourt, Elizabeth</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, D'Aincourt and Strickland</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.187.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The Earl of Suffolk.- The gardens belonging to this seat are rather 
curious, in the old style, and said to have been planned by the 
gardener of James II, who resided here with Colonel Graham, during 
some part of the troubles of his royal master.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Suffolk, Earl of</kw>
<kw>Levens Hall</kw>
<kw>garden, Levens Hall</kw>
<kw>Graham, Colonel</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.187.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Sizergh-hall, is a venerable old building, in a pleasant situation, 
formed like the rest in ancient times, for a place of defence. The 
tower is a square building, defended by two square turrets and 
battlements. One of them is over the great entrance, and as a 
guard-room capable of containing ten or a dozen men with embrazures. 
The winding stair-case terminates in a turret, which defends the other
entrance.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Burn's Westmorland</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Sizergh Hall</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Before you leave Kendal, visit the Castle-law-hill. This is an 
artificial mount, that overlooks the town, and faces the castle, and 
surpasses it in antiquity, being one of those hills called 
<emph rend="italic">Laws</emph>, where in ancient times distributive justice 
was 
administered. From its present appearance, it seems to have been 
converted to different purposes, but though well situated as a watch 
upon the castle, it could never be a proper place to batter it from, 
as has been reported.[1]
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Kendal to Lancaster</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
To Lancaster, by Burton-in-Kendal,[2] is 22 miles. Observe on the 
left, before you
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>Castle Law Hill</kw>
<kw>Castle Howe</kw>
<kw>moot hill</kw>
<kw>motte</kw>
<kw>road, Lancaster to Kendal</kw>
<kw>Lancaster to Kendal</kw>
<kw>Burton-in-Kendal</kw>
<kw>laws</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.188.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
An obelisk was erected on the top of this hill, by a subscription of 
the inhabitants of Kendal, in 1788, which, seen from almost every part
of the vale, is a handsome object, and being the centenary of the 
revolution in 1688, has the following inscription:-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
<emph rend="italic">Sacred to Liberty</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
THIS OBELISK WAS ERECTED IN THE YEAR 1788, IN MEMORY OF THE REVOLUTION
IN 1688.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>monument, Kendal</kw>
<kw>obelisk</kw>
<kw>Glorious Revolution, 1688</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.188.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(<emph rend="italic">Coccium</emph>, Rav. Chor.)- On the edge of the mountain, 
about a 
mile and a half to the north of this town, is a natural curiosity, 
called Claythrop-clints, or Curwenwood-kins, which many tourists would
probably like to see. It consists of a large plain of naked 
limestone-rock, a little inclined to the horizon, which has evidently 
once been one continued calcarious mass, in a state of softness like 
that of mud at the bottom of a pond. It is now deeply rent with a 
number of fissures, of 6, 8, or 10 inches wide, just in the form of 
those which take place in clay or mud that is dried in the sun. It 
also exhibits such channels in its surface, as can only be accounted 
for by supposing them formed by the ebbing of copious waters, 
(probably those of the deluge) before the matter was become hard. It 
is five or six hundred yards in length, and about two hundred in 
breadth. There are several other limestone plains of the same kind in 
the neighbourhood, but this is the most remarkable and extensive.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
In the crevices of the rock, the botanist may meet with the 
belladonna, or solanum lethale (the deadly nightshade) and some other 
curious plants.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
X.
</q></p>
<p rend="text"><name>Cockin, William</name> : 
<date>1780=1784</date></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Claythorp Clints</kw>
<kw>Curwenwood Kins</kw>
<kw>limestone pavement</kw>
<kw>belladonna</kw>
<kw>Deluge, The</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
reach Burton, Farlton-knot,[1] a beautiful naked limestone mountain, 
said to resemble much in form the rock of Gibraltar.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Between Burton and Lancaster, see Dunald-mill,[2] a subterraneous 
cavern, with a brook running through it, and many curious 
petrifactions, in style and kind like those in Derbyshire.
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
LANCASTER-
</head></p>
<p>
<head>
<emph rend="italic">Finis chartaeque viaeque</emph>.
</head></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farleton Knott</kw>
<kw>Dunald Mill</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.189.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
By a trigonometrical process, the height of the monument was found to 
be 594 feet above the level of the turnpike.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Farleton Knott</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.189.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This place is particularly described in Article VI. of the following 
Addenda.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
Pages 190-192:-
</p>
<p rend="text">Image W21190.jpg. 
</p>
<p>
<head>
A TABLE OF THE Height of Mountains and Lakes SEEN IN THIS TOUR, AND OF
OTHERS IN DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE WORLD, ALL TAKEN FROM THE LEVEL OF 
THE SEA. IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND, <emph rend="italic">Taken by Mr. John 
Dalton</emph>.
</head></p>
</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="quote">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>MOUNTAINS</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell><emph rend="italic">Yards</emph>.</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Scafell, north point E. of Wast-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1080</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Helvellyn</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1070</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Skiddaw</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1060</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Bowfell (Langdale)</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1030</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Rydalhead</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1030</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Grasmire, N.E. of Crummock Lake</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>955</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Redpike, near Buttermere</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>950</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Kentmere High-street</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>912</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Coniston Old-man</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>860</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Whernside, near Dent</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>825</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Hillbell, N.W. of Kendal</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>812</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Carrock, west-pike, Colbeck</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>744</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Knoutberry-hill, near Dent</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>728</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Goatscar, summit of the road from Hawes-water to Kendal</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>663</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Pendale-hill, Lancashire</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>548</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Whinfell Beacon, N.E. of Kendal</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>500</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Rivington-pike, between Bolton and Chorley, Lancashire</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>400</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Benson-knot, near Kendal</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>366</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Penrith Beacon</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>340</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Kendal-fell, N.W. summit</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>216</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Town of Kendal</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>46</cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="quote">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>LAKES</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Hawes-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>238</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Leathes-water, Wythburn</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>182</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Ulls-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>106</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Crummock-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>91</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Derwent-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>76</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Bassenthwaite-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>70</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Esthwaite-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>66</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Grasmere-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>60</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Rydal-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>52</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Windermere-water</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>36</cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="quote">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>IN SCOTLAND,</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell><emph rend="italic">From Pennant's Tour</emph>, 1769.</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Ben-lomond</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1080</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Benevish</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1450</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Ben-y-bourd still higher, which, with Laghin-y-gair and 
Benewewish, are never without snow.</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="quote">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>IN OTHER PARTS,</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell><emph rend="italic">By Mr. M. T. Bouritt</emph>.</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Summit of Dole, the highest mountain of Jura</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1800</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Valley of Chamouni, in Savoy</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1121</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Ridge de Brevin, a Glacier, in the valley of Chamouni</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2949</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Valley of Mountainvert, in savoy</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1865</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Abbey of Sixt, ibid.</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>797</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Summit of Grenier</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2782</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Summit of Grenarion</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2958</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Summit of Buet</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3315</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Mount Blanc</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>5081</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Mount AEtna</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4000</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Lake of Geneva, at the lower passage of the Rhone</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>398</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Lake of Neuschatel</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>456</cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="quote">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell><emph rend="italic">By different Authors</emph>.</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Highest part of the Table, at the Cape of Good Hope</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1153</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Pike Rucia in the island of Madeira</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1689</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Pike of Teneriffe</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4399</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>The same according to Dr. Heberden</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>5132</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Summit of Cotopaxis, in South America, according to Don Antono 
de Ulloa</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6643</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Corambour, under the equator</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6000</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Chimboraco</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6440</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Petchinca</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4860</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Carason</cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4940</cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
<div type="section">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
From this survey of mountains it appears that Scafell is the highest 
in England, yet below the point of permanent snow. It has been 
observed, by the French accademicians (sic), that amongst the 
Cordilleras, in the province of Quito, Petchinca and Carason are the 
highest accessible mountains, and that all of greater heights are 
vested with eternal snow.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
On the Glaciers, snow is permanent at a much inferior height; and 
where the sun's rays fall more obliquely, less height is found the 
boundary between temporary and eternal snow. But no mountain in 
England touches the zone of barrenness that intervenes between this 
region and the limits of vegetation. Sheep pasture the summits of 
Snowden, Helvellyn, and Skiddaw, and barrenness only prevails where 
rock and precipice are invincible obstacles to vegetation.
</q></p>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>addenda</kw>
</note>
<head>
ADDENDA.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IT having been judged, that the principal detached pieces which have 
appeared on the subject of the Lakes, by esteemed writers, if 
collected together, might accommodate the reader, and contribute to 
the chief purport of this manual,- they are here subjoined, along with
some other connected articles, and similar descriptions, which relate 
to the same country.
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE I.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Dr Brown</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
</note>
<head>
DR. BROWN'S LETTER, DESCRIBING THE VALE AND LAKE OF KESWICK.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IN my way to the north, from Hagley, I passed through Dovedale; and, 
to say the truth, was disappointed in it.- When I came to Buxton, I 
visited another or two of their romantic scenes; but these are 
inferior to Dovedale. They are but poor miniatures of Keswick; which 
exceeds them more in grandeur than I can give you to imagine; and 
more, if possible, in beauty than in grandeur.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Instead of the narrowing strip of valley which is seen at Dovedale, 
you have at Keswick a vast amphitheatre, in circumfe-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Brown, Dr</kw>
<kw>Dovedale</kw>
<kw>Buxton</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Vale of Keswick</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[circumfe]rence above twenty miles. Instead of a meagre rivulet, a 
noble living lake, ten miles round, of an oblong form, adorned with a 
variety of wooded islands. The rocks, indeed, of Dovedale are finely 
wild, pointed, and irregular; but the hills are both little and 
unanimated; and the margin of the brook is poorly edged with weeds, 
morass, and brushwood. But at Keswick, you will on one side of the 
lake, see a rich and beautiful landscape of cultivated fields, rising 
to the eye, in fine inequalities, with noble groves of oak, happily 
dispersed, and climbing the adjacent hills, shade above shade, in the 
most various and picturesque forms. On the opposite shore you will 
find rocks and cliffs of stupendous height, hanging broken over the 
lake in horrible grandeur, some of them a thousand feet high, the 
woods climbing up their steep and shaggy sides, where mortal foot 
never yet approached. On these dreadful heights, the eagles build 
their nest; a variety of water-falls are seen pouring from their 
summits, and tumbling in vast sheets from rock to rock, in rude and 
terrible magnificence; while on all sides of this immense 
amphitheatre, the lofty mountains rise around, piercing the clouds, in
shapes as spiry and fantastic as the very rocks of Dovedale - To this 
I must add the frequent and bold projection of the cliffs into the 
lake, forming noble bays and promontories: in other parts they finely 
retire from it, and often open in abrupt chasms or cliffs, through 
which at hand you see rich and cultivated vales, and beyond these, at 
various distances, mountain rising over mountain, among which, new 
prospects present themselves in mist, till the eye is lost in 
agreeable perplexity:-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Where active fancy travels beyond sense,</l>
<l>And pictures things unseen ---</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Were I to analyse the two places into their constituent principles, I 
should tell you, that the full perfection of Keswick consists of three
circumstances, <emph rend="italic">beauty</emph>, <emph rend="italic">
horror</emph>, and <emph rend="italic">immensity</emph> 
united; the second of which is alone found in Dovedale. Of
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Vale of Keswick</kw>
<kw>Dovedale</kw>
<kw>eagle's nest</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
beauty it hath little: nature having left it almost a desart: neither 
its small extent. nor the diminutive and lifeless form of the hills, 
admit magnificence - But to give you a complete idea of these three 
perfections, as they are joined in Keswick, would require the united 
powers of Claude, Salvator, and Poussin. The first should throw his 
delicate sunshine over the cultivated vales, the scattered cots, the 
groves, the lake, and wooded islands. The second should dash out the 
horror of the rugged cliffs, the steeps, the hanging woods, and 
foaming waterfalls; while the grand pencil of Poussin should crown the
whole with the majesty of the impending mountains.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
So much for what I would call the <emph rend="italic">permanent</emph> beauties 

of this 
astonishing scene. Were I not afraid of being tiresome, I could now 
dwell as long on its <emph rend="italic">varying</emph> or <emph rend="italic">
accidental</emph> beauties, I 
would sail round the lake, anchor in every bay, and land you on every 
promontory and island. I would point out the perpetual change of 
prospects; the woods, rocks, cliffs, and mountains, by turns vanishing
or rising into view: now gaining on the sight, hanging over our heads 
in their full dimensions, beautifully dreadful; and now by change of 
situation, assuming new romantic shapes, retiring and lessening on the
eye, and insensibly losing themselves in an azure mist. I would remark
the contrast of light and shade, produced by the morning and evening 
sun; the one gilding the western, and the other the eastern side of 
this immense amphitheatre; while the vast shadow projected by the 
mountains, buries the opposite part in deep and purple gloom, which 
the eye can hardly penetrate: the natural variety of colouring which 
the several objects produce, is no less wonderful and pleasing; the 
ruling tints in the valley being those of azure, green, and gold, yet 
ever various, arising from an intermixture of the lake, the woods, the
grass, and corn-fields; these are finely contrasted by the grey rocks 
and cliffs; and the whole heightened by the yellow streams of light, 
the purple hues, and misty azure of the mountains. Sometimes a serene 
air and clear sky disclose the tops of the highest hills; at others 
you see the clouds in-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Vale of Keswick</kw>
<kw>Lorrain, Claude</kw>
<kw>Claude</kw>
<kw>Poussin</kw>
<kw>Dughet, Gaspard</kw>
<kw>Rosa, Salvator</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, by boat</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[in]volving their summits, resting on their sides, or descending to 
their base, and rolling among the vallies, as in a vast furnace.- When
the winds are high, they roar among the cliffs and caverns, like a 
peal of thunder; then too the clouds are seen in vast bodies, sweeping
along the hills in gloomy greatness, while the lake joins the tumult 
and tosses like a sea. But in calm weather, the whole scene becomes 
new; the lake is a perfect mirror; and the landscape in all its 
beauty, islands, fields, woods, rocks, and mountains, is seen inverted
and floating on its surface.- I will now carry you to the top of a 
cliff, where if you dare approach the ridge, a new scene of 
astonishment presents itself, where the valley, lake, and islands seem
lying at your feet, where this expanse of water appears diminished to 
a little pool, amidst the vast immeasurable objects that surround it: 
for here the summits of more distant hills appear beyond those you had
already seen; and rising behind each other in successive ranges, and 
azure groups of craggy and broken steeps, form an immense and awful 
picture, which can only be expressed by the image of a tempestuous sea
of mountains.- Let me now conduct you down again, to the valley, and 
conclude with one circumstance more, which is, that a walk by still 
moonlight (at which time the distant water-falls are heard in all 
their variety of sound) among these enchanting dales, opens a scene of
such delicate beauty, repose, and solemnity, as exceeds all 
description.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>reflections</kw>
<kw>moonlight</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE II.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
EXTRACT FROM DR. DALTON'S DESCRIPTIVE POEM
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Dr Dalton</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
</note>
<head>
<emph rend="italic">Enumerating the beauties of the Vale of Keswick</emph> [1].
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>... ... TO NATURE'S pride,</l>
<l>Sweet Keswick's vale, the muse will guide:</l>
<l>The muse who trod th'enchanted ground,</l>
<l>Who sail'd the wond'rous lake around,</l>
<l>With you will haste once more to hail</l>
<l>The beauteous brook of Borrowdale.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>From savage parent, gentle stream!</l>
<l>Be thou the muse's favourite theme:-</l>
<l>O soft insinuating glide</l>
<l>Silent along the meadow's side,</l>
<l>Smooth o'er the sandy bottom pass,</l>
<l>Resplendent all through fluid glass,</l>
<l>Unless upon thy yielding breast</l>
<l>Their painted heads the lilies rest,</l>
<l>To where in deep capacious bed,</l>
<l>The liquid lake is widely spread.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Let other streams rejoice to roar</l>
<l>Down the rough rocks of dread Lowdore,</l>
<l>Rush raving on with bois'trous sweep,</l>
<l>And foaming rend the 'frighted deep,</l>
<l>Thy gentle genius shrinks away</l>
<l>From such a rude unequal fray;</l>
<l>Through thine own native dale, where rise</l>
<l>Tremendous rocks amid the skies,</l>
<l>Thy waves with patience slowly wind, /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Dalton, Dr</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Vale of Keswick</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
<kw>Watendlath Beck</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.197.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
First printed in 1775.- See 'Pearch's Collection of Poems,' Vol.I.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Pearch's Selection of Poems</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Till they the smoothest channel find,</l>
<l>Soften the horrors of the scene,</l>
<l>And through confusion flow serene.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Horrors like these at first alarm,</l>
<l>But soon with savage grandeur charm,</l>
<l>And raise to noblest thoughts the mind;</l>
<l>Thus by thy fall, Lowdore, reclin'd,</l>
<l>The craggy cliff, impendant wood,</l>
<l>Whose shadows mix o'er half the flood,</l>
<l>The gloomy clouds with solemn sail,</l>
<l>Scarce lifted by the languid gale,</l>
<l>O'er the capp'd hill, and dark'ned vale:-</l>
<l>The rav'ning kite, and bird of Jove,</l>
<l>Which round the aerial ocean rove,</l>
<l>And, floating on the billowy sky,</l>
<l>With full expanded pinions fly,</l>
<l>Then flutt'ring on their bleating prey,</l>
<l>Thence with death-dooming eye survey:-</l>
<l>Channels by rocky torrents torn,</l>
<l>Rocks to the lake in thunders borne,</l>
<l>Or such as o'er our heads appear</l>
<l>Suspended in their midst career,</l>
<l>To start again at his command,</l>
<l>Who rules fire, water, air, and land,</l>
<l>I view with wonder and delight,</l>
<l>A pleasing, though an awful sight:</l>
<l>For, seen with them, the verdant isles</l>
<l>Soften with more delicious smiles,</l>
<l>More tempting twine their op'ning bowers,</l>
<l>More lovely grow the purple flowers,</l>
<l>More smoothly slopes the border gay,</l>
<l>In fairer circles bends the bay,</l>
<l>And last, to fix our wand'ring eyes,</l>
<l>Thy roofs, O Keswick, brighter rise,</l>
<l>The lake, and lofty hills between,</l>
<l>Where giant Skiddaw shuts the scene.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Jove, bird of</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE III.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Mr Gray's Journal</kw>
</note>
<head>
MR. GRAY'S JOURNAL,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IN A LETTER TO DR. WHARTON, OCT. 18TH. 1769, PUBLISHED IN THE MEMOIRS 
OF HIS LIFE BY MR. MASON.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
I HOPE you got safe and well home, after that troublesome night [1]. I
long to hear you say so. For me, I have continued well, being so 
favoured with the weather, that my walks have never once been hindered
till yesterday (that is, a fortnight and three or four days, and a 
journey of more than 300 miles.) I am now at Aston for two days. 
To-morrow I go to Cambridge. Mason is not here; but Mr. Alderson 
receives me. According to my promise. I send you the first sheet of my
journal, to be continued without end.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Sep. 30. A mile and a half from Brough, where we parted, on a hill lay
a great army [2] encamped: to the left
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Wharton, Dr</kw>
<kw>Mason, Mr</kw>
<kw>Alderson, Mr</kw>
<kw>Brough fair</kw>
<kw>fair, Brough</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.199.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Dr. Wharton, who had intended to accompany Mr. Gray to Keswick, was 
seized at Brough with a violent fit of asthma, which obliged him to 
return home. This was the reason Mr. Gray undertook to write the 
following journal of his tour for his friend's amusement. He sent it 
under different covers; I give it here in continuation. It may not be 
amiss, however, to hint to the reader, that if he expects to find 
elaborate and nicely turned periods in this narration, he will be 
greatly disappointed. When Mr. Gray described places, he aimed only to
be exact, clear, and intelligible; to convey peculiar, not general 
ideas, and to paint by the eye, not the fancy. There have been many 
accounts of the Westmorland and Cumberland lakes, both before and 
since this was written, and all of them calculated to please readers 
who are fond of what they call fine writing: yet those who can content
themselves with an elegant simplicity of narrative, will, I flatter 
myself, find this to their taste; they will perceive it written with a
view, rather to inform than surprise; and, if they make it their 
companion when they take the same tour, it will enhance their opinion 
of its intrinsic excellence; in this way I tried it myself before I 
had resolved to print it.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Wharton, Dr</kw>
<kw>asthma</kw>
<kw>descriptive style</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.199.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
There is a great fair for cattle, kept on the hill near Brough, on 
this and the preceding day.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Brough fair</kw>
<kw>fair, Brough</kw>
<kw>cattle</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
opened a fine valley, with green meadows and hedge-rows, a gentleman's
house peeping forth from a grove of old trees. On a nearer approach 
appeared myriads of cattle and horses in the road itself, and all the 
fields round me, a brisk stream hurrying across the way, thousands of 
clean, healthy people in their best party-coloured apparel: farmers 
and their families esquires and their daughters, hastening up from the
dales and down the fells from every quarter, glittering in the sun, 
and pressing forward to join the throng. While the dark hills, on 
whose tops the mists were yet hanging, served as a contrast to this 
gay and moving scene, which continued for near two miles more along 
the road, and the crowd (coming towards it) reached on as far as 
Appleby. On the ascent of the hill above Appleby, the thick hanging 
woods, and the long reaches of the Eden, clear, rapid and full as 
ever, winding below, with views of the castle and town, gave much 
employment to the mirror [1]; but now the sun was wanting, and the sky
overcast. Oats and barley cut everywhere, but not carried in. Passed 
Kirkby-thore, Sir William Dalston's house at Acorn-bank, 
Whinfield-park, Harthorn-oaks, Countess-pillar, Brougham-castle, Mr. 
Brougham's large new house; crossed the Eden and the Eamont with its 
green vale, and dined at three o'clock with Mrs. Buchanan, at Penrith,
on trout and partridge. In the afternoon walked up beacon-hill, a mile
to the top, and could see Ulls-water through an opening in the bosom 
of that cluster of broken mountains, which the Dr. well remembers, 
Whinfield and Lowther parks, &amp;c. and the craggy tops of an hundred 
nameless hills: these lie to the west and south. To the north, a great
extent of black and dreary plains. To the east, Cross-fell, just 
visible through mists and vapours hovering round it.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>fair, Brough</kw>
<kw>Brough fair</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>harvest</kw>
<kw>Kirkby Thore</kw>
<kw>Dalston, William, Sir</kw>
<kw>Acorn Bank</kw>
<kw>Whinfield Park</kw>
<kw>Hawthorn Oaks</kw>
<kw>Countess Pillar</kw>
<kw>Brougham Castle</kw>
<kw>Brough, Mr</kw>
<kw>Eden, River</kw>
<kw>Eamont, River</kw>
<kw>Buchanan, Mrs</kw>
<kw>Beacon Hill, Penrith</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Lowther Park</kw>
<kw>Cross Fell</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.200.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Mr. Gray carried usually with him on these tours a plano-convex 
mirror, of about four inches diameter, on a black foil, and bound up 
like a pocket-book. A glass of this sort is perhaps the best and most 
convenient substitute for a camera obscura, of anything that has 
hitherto been invented, and may be had of any optician.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>camera obscura</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Oct. 1. A grey autumnal day, the air perfectly calm, and mild, went to
see Ulls-water, five miles distant; soon left the Keswick road, and 
turned to the left through shady lanes along the vale of Eamont, which
runs rapidly on near the way, rippling over the stones: to the right 
is Dalemain, a large fabric of pale red stone, with nine windows in 
the front and seven on the side, built by Mr. Hazel; behind it is a 
fine lawn surrounded by woods, and a long rocky eminence rising over 
them; a clear and brisk rivulet runs by the house to join the Eamont, 
whose course is in sight, and at a small distance. Further on appears 
Hutton-St.-John, a castle-like old mansion of Mr. Huddleston. 
Approached Dunmallet, a fine pointed hill, covered with wood, planted 
by old Mr. Hazel before-mentioned, who lives always at home, and 
delights in planting. Walked over a spongy meadow or two, and began to
mount the hill, through a broad straight green alley, among the trees,
and with some toil gained the summit. From hence saw the lake open 
directly at my feet, majestic in its calmness, clear and smooth as a 
blue mirror, with winding shores and low points of land covered with 
green inclosures, white farm houses looking out among the trees, and 
cattle feeding.- The water is almost everywhere bordered with 
cultivated lands, gently sloping upwards from a mile to a quarter of a
mile in breadth, till they reach the feet of the mountains which rise 
very rude and awful with their broken tops on each hand. Directly in 
front, at better than three miles distance, Place-fell, one of the 
bravest among them, pushes its bold broad breast into the midst of the
lake, and forces it to alter its course, forming first a large bay to 
the left, and then bending to the right. I descended Dunmallet again 
by the side avenue, that was only not perpendicular, and came to 
Barton-bridge over the Eamont; then walked through a path in the wood 
round the bottom of the hill, came forth where the Eamont issues out 
of the lake, and continued my way along its western shore, close to 
the water, and generally on a level with it. Saw a cormorant flying 
over it and fishing. The figure of the lake nothing resembles that 
down
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gray, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>road, Patterdale to Penrith</kw>
<kw>Eamont, River</kw>
<kw>Dalemain</kw>
<kw>Hazel, Mr</kw>
<kw>Hutton St John</kw>
<kw>Huddleston, Mr</kw>
<kw>Place Fell</kw>
<kw>Dunmallard Hill</kw>
<kw>Barton Bridge</kw>
<kw>cormorant</kw>
</note>
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in our maps. It is nine miles long; and at the widest part it is under
a mile in breadth. After extending itself three miles and a half to 
the south-west, it turns at the foot of Place-fell almost due west, 
and is here not twice the breadth of the Thames at London. It is soon 
again interrupted by the root of Helvellyn, a lofty and very rugged 
mountain, and spreading again, turns off to the south-east, and is 
lost among the deep recesses of the hills. To this second turning I 
pursued my way about four miles along its border, beyond a village 
scattered among trees, and called Watermillock, in a pleasant grave 
day, perfectly calm and warm, but without a gleam of sunshine; then 
the sky seemed to thicken and the valley to grow more desolate, and 
the evening drawing on, I returned by the way I came, to Penrith.
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Oct. 2. I set out at ten for Keswick, by the road we went in 1767; say
(sic) Greystock town and castle to the right, which lie about three 
miles from Ulls-water over the fells; passed through Penruddock and 
Threlkeld at the foot of Saddleback, whose furrowed sides were gilt by
the noon-day sun, whilst its brow appeared of a sad purple, from the 
shadow of the clouds as they sailed slowly by it. The broad and green 
vallies of Gardies and Lowside, with a swift stream glittering among 
the cottages and meadows, lay to the left, and the much finer, but 
narrower valley of St. John, opening into it: Hill-top, the large, 
though low mansion of the Gasgarth's, now a farm-house, seated on an 
eminence among the woods, under a steep fell, was what appeared the 
most conspicuous, and beside it a great rock, like some ancient tower 
nodding to its fall. Passed by the side of Skiddaw and its cub, called
Latrigg; and saw from an eminence at two miles distance, the vale of 
Elysium in all its verdure; the sun then playing on the bosom of the 
lake, and lighting up all the mountains with its lustre. Dined by two 
o'clock at the Queen's-head, and then straggled out alone to the 
parsonage, where I saw the sun set in all its glory.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Place Fell</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Watermillock</kw>
<kw>Greystoke</kw>
<kw>Greystoke Castle</kw>
<kw>Saddleback</kw>
<kw>Penruddock</kw>
<kw>Threlkeld</kw>
<kw>St John's in the Vale</kw>
<kw>Hilltop</kw>
<kw>Gasgarth Family</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Queen's Head, Keswick</kw>
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Oct. 3. A heavenly day; rose at seven, and walked out under the 
conduct of my landlord to Borrowdale; the grass was covered with a 
hoar frost, which soon melted and exhaled a thin blueish smoke; 
crossed the meadows obliquely, catching a diversity of views among the
hills, over the lake and islands, and changing prospect at every ten 
paces. Left Cockshut (which we formerly mounted) and Castle-hill, a 
loftier and more rugged hill behind me, and drew near the foot of 
Wallow-cragg, whose bare and rugged brow, cut perpendicularly down 
above 400 feet, (as I guess, though the people call it much more) 
awfully overlooks the way. Our path here tends to the left, and the 
ground gently rising, and covered with a glade of scattered trees and 
bushes on the very margin of the water, opens both ways the most 
delicious view that my eyes every beheld. Opposite are the thick woods
of Lord Egremont, and Newland valley, with green and smiling fields 
embosomed in the dark cliffs; to the left, the jaws of Borrowdale, 
with that turbulent chaos of mountain behind mountain, rolled in 
confusion; beneath you, and stretching far away to the right, the 
shining purity of the lake-reflecting rocks, woods, fields, and 
inverted tops of hills, just ruffled by the breeze, enough to show it 
is alive, with the white buildings of Keswick, Crosthwaite church, and
Skiddaw, for a back-ground at a distance. Behind you the magnificent 
heights of Wallow-crag: here the glass played its part divinely; the 
place is called Carf-close-reeds; and I choose to set down these 
barbarous names, that any body may enquire on the place, and easily 
find the particular station that I mean. This scene continues to 
Barrowgate, and a little further, passing a brook called Barrow-beck, 
we entered Borrowdale: the crags named Lowdore-banks began now to 
impend terribly over the way, and more terribly when you hear that 
three years since an immense mass of rock tumbled at once from the 
brow, barred all access to the dale (for this is the only road) till 
they could work their way through it. Luckily no one was passing by at
the time of this fall; but down the side of the mountain, and far into
the lake, lie dispersed the huge fragments of this
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Cockshot Wood</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Egremont, Lord</kw>
<kw>Newland Valley</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>Borrowgate</kw>
<kw>Barrow Beck</kw>
<kw>Lodore Banks</kw>
<kw>landslip</kw>
<kw>station, Carf Close Reeds</kw>
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ruin, in all shapes and in all directions: something farther we turned
aside into a coppice, ascending a little in front of Lowdore 
water-fall: the height appeared to be about 200 feet, the quantity of 
water not great, though (these three days excepted) it hath rained 
daily for near two months before; but then the stream was nobly 
broken, leaping from rock to rock, and foaming with fury. On one side 
a towering crag, that spired up to equal, if not overtop, the 
neighbouring cliffs (this lay all in shade and darkness) on the other 
hand a rounder, broader, projecting hill shagged with wood, and 
illuminated by the sun, which glanced sideways on the upper part of 
the cataract. The force of the water wearing a deep channel in the 
ground, hurries away to join the lake. We descended again, and passed 
the stream over a rude bridge. Soon after we came under Gowdar-crag, a
hill more formidable to the eye, and to the apprehension, than that of
Lowdore; the rocks at top deep-cloven perpendicularly by the rains, 
hanging loose and nodding forwards, seen just starting from their base
in shivers. The whole way down, and the road on both sides, is strewed
with piles of the fragments, strangely thrown across each other, and 
of a dreadful bulk; the place reminds me of those passes in the Alps, 
where the guides tell you to move with speed, and say nothing, lest 
the agitation of the air should loosen the snows above, and bring down
a mass that would overwhelm a caravan, I took their counsel here, and 
hastened on in silence.
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<l><emph rend="italic">Non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa</emph>.</l>
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The hills here are clothed all up their steep sides with oak, ash, 
birch, holly, &amp;c., some of it has been cut forty years ago, some 
within these eight years: yet it is all sprung again, green, 
flourishing, and tall for its age, in a place where no soil appears 
but the staring rock, and where a man could scarce stand upright. Here
we met a civil young farmer overseeing his reapers (for it is now oat 
harvest) who conducted us to a neat white house in the village of 
Grange, which is built on a rising ground in the midst of a valley; 
round it the mountains
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
<kw>Watendlath Beck</kw>
<kw>Gowder Crag</kw>
<kw>avalanche</kw>
<kw>landslip</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>oak</kw>
<kw>ash</kw>
<kw>birch</kw>
<kw>holly</kw>
<kw>snow</kw>
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form an awful amphitheatre, and through it obliquely runs the Derwent,
clear as glass, and showing under its bridge every trout that passes. 
Beside the village rises a round eminence of a rock covered entirely 
in old trees, and over that more proudly towers Castle-cragg, invested
also with wood on its sides, and bearing on its naked top some traces 
of a fort, said to be Roman, By the side of this hill, which almost 
blocks up the way, the valley turns to the left, and contracts its 
dimensions till there is hardly any road but the rocky bed of the 
river. The wood of the mountains increases, and their summits grow 
loftier to the eye, and of more fantastic forms; among them appear 
Eagle's-cliff, Dove's-nest, Whitedale pike, &amp;c. celebrated in the 
annals of Keswick. The dale opens about four miles higher, till you 
come to Seathwaite, where lies the way, mounting the hill to the 
right, that leads to the wad-mines; all farther access is here barred 
to prying mortals, only there is a little path winding over the fells,
and for some weeks in the year passable to the dalesmen; but the 
mountains know well that these innocent people will not reveal the 
mysteries of their ancient kingdom, 'the reign <emph rend="italic">Chaos</emph> 

and <emph rend="italic">Old
Night</emph>,' only I learned that this dreadful road, divided again, 
leads one branch to Ravenglass, and the other to Hawkshead.
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For me , I went no farther than the farmer's (better than four miles 
from Keswick) at Grange; his mother and he brought us butter that 
Siserah would have jumped at, though not in a lordly dish, bowls of 
milk, thin oaten cakes, and ale, and we had carried a cold tongue 
thither with us. Our farmer was himself the man that last year 
plundered the eagles' eyrie: all the dale are up in arms on such an 
occasion, for they loss (sic) abundance of lambs yearly, not to 
mention hares, partridges, grouse, &amp;c. He was let down from the cliff,
in ropes, to the shelf of the rock on which the nest was built, the 
people above shouting and hallooing to frighten the old birds, which 
did not dare to attack him. He brought off the eaglet (for there is 
rarely more than one) and an addle egg. The nest was roundish, and 
more than a yard over, made of twigs
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Grange</kw>
<kw>Grange Bridge</kw>
<kw>Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>earthwork</kw>
<kw>Eagle's Cliff</kw>
<kw>Dove's Nest</kw>
<kw>Whitedale Pike</kw>
<kw>Seathwaite</kw>
<kw>black lead mine</kw>
<kw>hospitality</kw>
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>eagle's nest</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Siserah</kw>
<kw>hillfort, Castle Crag</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>Chaos</kw>
<kw>Old Night</kw>
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twisted together. Seldom a year passes, but they take the brood, or 
eggs, and sometimes they shoot one, sometimes the other, parent; but 
the survivor has always found a mate (probably in Ireland) and they 
breed near the old place. By his description I learn that this species
is the Erne, the vulture Abicilla of Linnaeus in his last edition (but
in your's Falco Albicilla) so consult him and Pennant about it.
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We returned leisurely home the way we came, but saw a new landscape; 
the features indeed were the same in part, but many new ones were 
disclosed by the mid-day sun, and the tints were entirely changed: 
take notice this was the best, or perhaps the only day for going up 
Skiddaw, but I thought it better employed; it was perfectly serene, 
and hot as mid-summer.
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In the evening I walked alone down to the lake, by the side of 
Crow-park, after sun-set, and saw the solemn colouring of the night 
draw on, the last gleam of sun-shine fading away on the hill tops, the
deep serene of the waters, and the long shadows of the mountains 
thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At 
a distance were heard the murmurs of many water-falls, not audible in 
the day time; I wished for the moon, but she was dark to me, and 
silent,
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<l>Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.</l>
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Oct. 4. I walked to Crow-park, now a rough pasture, once a glade of 
ancient oaks, whose large roots still remain in the ground, but 
nothing has sprung from them. If one single tree had remained, this 
would have been an unparalleled spot: and Smith judged right when he 
took his print of the lake from hence, for it is a gentle eminence, 
not too high, on the very margin of the water, and commanding it from 
end to end, looking full into the gorge of Borrowdale. I prefer it 
even to Cockshut-hill, which lies beside it, and to which I walked in 
the afternoon; it is covered with young
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>eagle's nest</kw>
<kw>erne</kw>
<kw>Falco albicilla</kw>
<kw>Aquila chrysaetos</kw>
<kw>golden eagle</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Crow Park</kw>
<kw>oak trees</kw>
<kw>Cockshot Wood</kw>
<kw>station, Crow Park</kw>
<kw>print, Smith</kw>
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trees, both sown and planted, oak, spruce, Scotch fir, &amp;c. all which 
thrive wonderfully. There is an easy ascent to the top, and the view 
far preferable to that on Castle-hill (which you remember) because 
this is lower and nearer the lake; for I find all points that are much
elevated, spoil the beauty of the valley, and make its parts, which 
are not large, look poor and diminutive [1]. While I was here, a 
little shower fell, red clouds came marching up the hills from the 
east, and part of a bright rainbow seemed to rise along the side of 
Castle-hill.
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From hence I got to the parsonage a little before sun-set, and saw in 
my glass a picture, that if I could transmit to you, and fix it in all
the softness of its living colours, would fairly sell for a thousand 
pounds. This is the sweetest scene I can yet discover in point of 
pastoral beauty; the rest are in a sublimer style.
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Oct. 5. I walked through the meadows and corn-fields to the Derwent, 
and crossing it went up to How-hill; it looks along 
Bassenthwaite-water, and sees at the same time the course of the 
river, and a part of the upper lake, with a full view of Skiddaw: then
I took my way through Portinscale village to the Park, a hill so 
called, covered entirely with wood; it is a mass of crumbling slate. 
Passed round its foot, between trees and the edge of the water, and 
came to a peninsula that juts out into the lake, and looks along it
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Cockshot Wood</kw>
<kw>landscape mirror</kw>
<kw>How Hill</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Park Hill</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>station, Cockshot Wood</kw>
<kw>station, How Hill</kw>
<kw>oak</kw>
<kw>spruce</kw>
<kw>Scots pine</kw>
<kw>station, Crosthwaite Vicarage</kw>
</note>
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The picturesque point is always thus low in all prospects: a truth 
which though the landscape-painter knows, he cannot always observe; 
since the patron who employs him to take a view of his place, usually 
carries him to some elevation for that purpose, in order, I suppose, 
that he may have more of him for his money. Yet when I say this I 
would not be thought to mean that a drawing should be made from the 
lowest point possible; as for instance in this very view, from the 
lake itself, for then a fore-ground would be wanting. On this account,
when I sailed at Derwent-water, I did not receive so much pleasure 
from the superb amphitheatre of mountains round me, as when, like Mr. 
Gray, I traversed its margin; and therefore think he did not loose 
much by not taking boat.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>viewpoints</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water, by boat</kw>
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both ways; in front rises Wallow-crag and Castle-hill, the town, the 
road to Penrith, Skiddaw, and Saddleback. Returning met a brisk and 
cold north-eastern blast, that ruffled all the surface of the lake, 
and made it rise in little waves that broke at the foot of the wood. 
After dinner walked up the Penrith road two miles, or more, and 
turning into a cornfield to the right, called Castle-rigg, saw a druid
circle of large stones, 108 feet in diameter, the biggest not eight 
feet high, but most of them still erect: they are fifty in number [1].
The valley of St. John appeared in sight, and the summits of 
Cachidecam (called by Camden Casticand) and Helvellyn, said to be as 
high as Skiddaw, and to rise from a much higher base.
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Oct. 6. Went in a chaise eight miles along the east side of 
Bassenthwaite-water to Ouse-bridge, the road in some part made, and 
very good, the rest slippery and dangerous cart road, or narrow rugged
lanes, but no precipices; it runs directly along the foot of Skiddaw. 
Opposite to Wythop brows, clothed up to the top with wood, a very 
beautiful view opens down the lake, which is narrower and longer than 
that of Keswick, less broken into bays and without islands [2]. At the
foot of it, a few paces from the brink, gently sloping upwards, stands
Armathwaite, in a thick grove of Scotch firs, commanding a noble view 
directly up the lake; at a small distance behind the house is a large 
extent of wood, and still behind this a ridge of cultivated hills on 
which, according to the Keswick proverb, <emph rend="italic">the sun always 
shines</emph>.
The inhabitants here, on the contrary, call the vale of Derwent-water,
<emph rend="italic">the Devil's chamberpot</emph>, and pronounce the name of 
Skiddaw-fell,
which terminates here
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill</kw>
<kw>road, Penrith to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Saddleback</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg Stone Circle</kw>
<kw>druids</kw>
<kw>Cachidecam</kw>
<kw>Casticand</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Ouse Bridge</kw>
<kw>road, Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Wythop Brows</kw>
<kw>Armathwaite Hall</kw>
<kw>Devil's Chamberpot</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw Fell</kw>
<kw>Scots pine</kw>
</note>
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See this piece of antiquity more fully described, with a plate 
annexed, by Mr. Pennant, in his second tour of Scotland, 1772, page 
38.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Pennant, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Castlerigg Stone Circle</kw>
</note>
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It is somewhat extraordinary that Mr. Gray omitted to mention the 
islands on Derwent-water, one of which, I think they call it Vicar's 
island, makes a principal object in the scene. See Smith's view of 
Derwent-water.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Vicar's Island</kw>
<kw>Derwent Isle</kw>
<kw>print, Smith</kw>
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with a sort of terror and aversion. Armathwaite-house is a modern 
fabric, not large, and built of dark red stone, belonging to Mr. 
Spedding, whose grandfather was steward to old Sir James Lowther, and 
bought this estate of the Highmores. The sky was overcast, and the 
wind cool; so after dining at a public-house, which stands here near 
the bridge, that crosses the Derwent just where it issues from the 
lake, and sauntering a little by the water side, I came home again. 
The turnpike is finished from Cockermouth hither, five miles, and is 
carrying on to Penrith. Several little showers to-day. A man came in 
who said there was snow on Cross-fell this morning.
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Oct. 7. I walked in the morning to Crow-park, and in the evening up 
Penrith road. The clouds came rolling up the mountains all round, very
dark, yet the moon shone at intervals. It was too damp to go towards 
the lake. To-morrow I mean to bid farewell to Keswick.
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Botany might be studied here to great advantage at another season, 
because of the great variety of soils and elevations, all lying within
a small compass. I observed nothing but several lichens, and plenty of
gale, or Dutch myrtle, perfuming the borders of the lake. This year 
the wad-mine has been opened, which is done once in five years: it is 
taken out in lumps sometimes as big as a man's fist, and will undergo 
no preparation by fire, not being fusible: when it is pure, soft, 
black, and loose-grained, it is worth sometimes thirty shillings a 
pound. There are no char ever taken in these lakes, but plenty in 
Buttermere-water, which lies a little way north of Borrowdale, about 
Martinmas, which are potted here. They sow chiefly oats and bigg here,
which are now cutting and still on the ground; the rains have done 
much hurt; yet observe, the soil is so thin and light, that no day has
passed in which I could not walk out with ease; and you know I am no 
lover of dirt. Fell mutton is now in sea-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Armathwaite Hall</kw>
<kw>Spedding, Mr</kw>
<kw>Lowther, James, Sir</kw>
<kw>Highmore Family</kw>
<kw>Ouse Bridge Inn</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Ouse Bridge</kw>
<kw>road, Keswick to Cockermouth</kw>
<kw>botany</kw>
<kw>black lead mine</kw>
<kw>char</kw>
<kw>Buttermere</kw>
<kw>oats</kw>
<kw>bigg</kw>
<kw>soil</kw>
<kw>sheep</kw>
<kw>mutton</kw>
<kw>lichen</kw>
<kw>gale</kw>
<kw>myrtle</kw>
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[sea]son for about six weeks; it grows fat on the mountains, and 
nearly resembles venison. Excellent pike, and perch, here called 
<emph rend="italic">bass</emph>; trout is now out of season; partridge in great 

plenty.
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Oct. 8. I left Keswick, and took the Ambleside road, in a gloomy 
morning: about two miles (rather a mile) from the town, mounted an 
eminence called Castle-rigg, and the sun breaking out discovered the 
most enchanting view I have yet seen of the whole valley behind me, 
the two lakes, the river, the mountains, all in their glory; so that I
had almost a mind to have gone back again. The road in some few parts 
is not completed, yet good country road, through sound but narrow and 
stony ones, very safe in broad day light. This is the case about 
Causeway foot and among Naddle-fells, to Langthwaite. The vale you go 
in has little breadth; the mountains are vast and rocky, the fields 
little and poor, and the inhabitants are now making hay, and see not 
the sun by two hours in the day so long as at Keswick. Came to the 
foot of Helvellyn, along which runs an excellent road, looking down 
from a little height on Leathes-water, (called also Thirlmere, or 
Wythburn-water) and soon descending on its margin. The lake looks 
black from its depth, and from the gloom of the vast crags that scowl 
over it, though really clear as glass: it is narrow, and about three 
miles long, resembling a river in its course; little shining torrents 
hurrying down the rocks to join it, but not a bush to overshadow them 
or cover their march; all is rock and loose stones up to the very 
brow, which lies so near your way that not above half the height of 
Helvellyn can be seen.
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Next I passed by the little chapel of Wythburn, out of which the 
Sunday congregation were then issuing: soon after a beck near 
Dunmail-raise, where I entered Westmorland a second time: and now 
began to see Helm-crag, distinguished from its rugged neighbours, not 
so much by its height as by
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>sheep</kw>
<kw>mutton</kw>
<kw>perch</kw>
<kw>bass</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>fish</kw>
<kw>partridge</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Causeway Foot</kw>
<kw>Naddle Fell</kw>
<kw>Langthwaite</kw>
<kw>Thirlmere</kw>
<kw>Leathes Water</kw>
<kw>Wythburn Water</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Wythburn Chapel</kw>
<kw>Dunmail Raise</kw>
<kw>Helm Crag</kw>
<kw>station, Castlerigg</kw>
<kw>Raise Beck</kw>
</note>
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the strange broken outline of its top, like some gigantic building 
demolished, and the stones that composed it flung across each other in
wild confusion. Just beyond it, opens one of the sweetest landscapes 
that art ever attempted to imitate. The bosom of the mountains 
spreading here into a broad bason discovers in the midst 
Grasmere-water: its margin is hollowed into small bays, with bold 
eminences; some of rock, some of turf, that half conceal and vary the 
figure of the little lake they command; from the shore a low 
promontory pushes itself far into the water, and on it stands a white 
village, with the parish church rising in the midst of it; hanging 
inclosures, corn-fields and meadows, green as an emerald, with their 
trees, and hedges, and cattle, fill up the whole space from the edge 
of the water; and just opposite to you is a large farm house, at the 
bottom of a deep smooth lawn, embosomed in old woods, which climb half
way up the mountains' sides, and discover above them a broken line of 
crags that crown the scene. Not a single red tile, no gentleman's 
flaring house, or garden walls, break in upon the repose of this 
little unsuspected paradise; but all its peace, rusticity, and happy 
poverty, in its neatest, most becoming attire.
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<p>
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The road here winds over Grasmere-hill, whose rocks soon conceal the 
water from your sight; yet it is continued along behind them, and 
contracting itself to a river, communicates with Rydal-water, another 
small lake, but of inferior size and beauty: it seems shallow too, for
large patches of reeds appear pretty far within. Into this vale the 
road descends. On the opposite banks large and ancient woods mount up 
to the hill; and just to the left of our way, stands Rydal-hall, the 
family seat of Sir Michael le Fleming, a large old-fashioned fabric, 
rounded with wood. Sir Michael is now on his travels, and all this 
timber, far and wide, belongs to him. Near the house rises a huge 
crag, called Rydal-head, which is said to command a full view of 
Windermere, and I doubt it not;
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Helm Crag</kw>
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Grasmere</kw>
<kw>St Oswald, Grasmere</kw>
<kw>Grasmere Hill</kw>
<kw>Rydal Water</kw>
<kw>road, Ambleside to Keswick</kw>
<kw>Rydal Hall</kw>
<kw>Fleming, Michael le, Sir</kw>
<kw>Rydal Head</kw>
<kw>station, Dunmail Raise</kw>
</note>
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for within a mile, that lake is visible even from the road; as to 
going up the crag, one might as well go up Skiddaw.
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<p>
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I now reached Ambleside, sixteen miles from Keswick, meaning to lie 
there; but on looking into the best bed-chamber, dark and damp as a 
cellar, grew delicate, gave up Windermere in despair, and resolved I 
would go on to Kendal directly, fourteen miles further [1]. The road 
in general fine turnpike, but some parts (about three miles in all) 
not made, yet without danger.
</q></p>
<p>
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For this determination I was unexpectedly well rewarded; for the 
afternoon was fine, and the road for the space of full five miles, ran
along the side of Windermere, with delicious views across it, and 
almost from one end to the other. It is ten miles in length, and at 
most a mile over, resembling the course of some vast and magnificent 
river; but no flat marshy grounds, no osier beds, or patched of 
scrubby plantations on
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ambleside</kw>
<kw>inn, Ambleside</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Windermere</kw>
<kw>road, Kendal to Windermere</kw>
</note>
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By not staying a little at Ambleside, Mr. Gray lost the sight of two 
magnificent cascades: the one not half a mile behind the inn, the 
other down Rydal-crag, where Sir Michael le Fleming is now making a 
pathway to the top of it. These, when I saw them, were in full 
torrent; whereas Lowdore water-fall, which I visited in the evening of
the very same day, was almost without a stream. Hence I conclude that 
this distinguished feature in the vale of Keswick, is like most of the
northern rivers, only in high beauty during bad weather. But his 
greatest loss was in not seeing a small water-fall, visible only 
through the window of a ruined summer-house in Sir Michael's orchard. 
Here nature has performed everything in little, that she usually 
executes on her larger scale; and on that account, like the miniature 
painter, seems to have finished every part of it in a studied manner; 
not a little fragment of the rock thrown into the bason, not a single 
stem of brushwood that starts from its craggy sides, but has its 
picturesque meaning; and the little central stream dashing down a 
cleft of the darkest coloured stone, produces an effect of light and 
shadow beautiful beyond description. This little theatrical scene 
might be painted as large as the original on a canvass not bigger than
those usually dropped in the opera house.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
[The inn at Ambleside has been greatly improved since Mr. Gray's time,
and now as commodious as any in the country.]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Stockghyll Force</kw>
<kw>High Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>Fleming, Michael le, Sir</kw>
<kw>Rydal Crag</kw>
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
<kw>Low Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>inn, Ambleside</kw>
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its banks: at the head two vallies open among the mountains: one, that
by which we came down, the other Langdale, in which Wrynose and 
Hardknot, two great mountains, rise above the rest: from thence the 
fells visibly sink, and soften along its sides; sometimes they run 
into it (but with a gentle declivity) in their own dark and natural 
complexion: oftener they are green and cultivated, with farms 
interspersed, and round eminences, on the border covered with trees: 
towards the south it seemed to break into large bays, with several 
islands, and a wider extent of cultivation. The way rises continually,
till a place called Orrest-head where it turns south-east, losing 
sight of the water.
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Passed by Ings chapel, and Staveley; but I can say no farther, for the
dusk of the evening coming on, I entered Kendal almost in the dark, 
and could distinguish only a shadow of the castle on a hill, and 
tenter grounds spread far and wide round the town, which I mistook for
houses. My inn promised sadly, having two wooden galleries, like 
Scotland, in front of it: it was indeed an ill-contrived house, but 
kept by civil, sensible people; so I stayed two nights with them, and 
fared and slept very comfortably.
</q></p>
<p>
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Oct. 9. The air mild as summer, all corn off the ground, and the 
sky-larks singing aloud (by the way, I saw not one at Keswick, perhaps
because the place abounds in birds of prey.) I went up the 
castle-hill: the town chiefly consists of three nearly parallel 
streets, almost a mile long; except these, all the other houses seem 
as if they had been dancing a country dance, and were out: there they 
stand back to back, corner to corner, some up-hill, some down, without
intent or meaning. Along by their side runs a fine brisk stream, over 
which there are three stone bridges: the buildings (a few comfortable 
houses excepted) are mean, of stone, and covered with a
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Langdale</kw>
<kw>Wrynose</kw>
<kw>Hardknot</kw>
<kw>Orrest Head</kw>
<kw>St Anne, Ings</kw>
<kw>Staveley</kw>
<kw>tenter grounds</kw>
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>inn, Kendal</kw>
<kw>sky lark</kw>
<kw>Castle Hill, Kendal</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
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bad rough-cast [1]. Near the end of the town stands a handsome house 
of Colonel Wilson's, and adjoining to it the church, a very large 
gothic fabric, with a square tower, it has no particular ornaments but
double aisles, and at the east end four chapels or choirs; one of the 
Parrs, another of the Stricklands, the third is the proper choir of 
the church, and the fourth of the Bellingham's, a family now extinct. 
There is an altar tomb of one of them dated 1577, with a flat brass 
arms and quarterings; and in the window their arms alone, arg. a 
hunting horn sab. strung gules. In the Stricklands' chapel several 
monuments, and another old altar tomb not belonging to the family: on 
the side of it a fess dancette between ten billets deincourt. In the 
Parrs' chapel is a third altar tomb in the corner, no figure or 
inscription, but on the side cut an escutcheon of Ross of Kendal 
(three water buckets) quartering Parr, (two bars in a bordure 
engrailed). 2dly, an escutcheon, vaire, a fess for Marmion; 3rdly, an 
escutcheon, three chevronels braced, and a chief (which I take for 
Fitzhugh) at the foot is an escutcheon, surrounded with the garter, 
bearing Ross and Parr quarterly, quartering the other two 
before-mentioned. I have no books to look in, therefore cannot say, 
whether this is the Lord Parr, of Kendal, Queen Catherine's father, or
her brother the Marquis of Northampton; perhaps it is a cenotaph for 
the latter, who was buried at Warwick, in 1571. The remains of the 
castle are seated on a fine hill on the side of the river opposite the
town; almost the whole inclosure of the walls remain, with four 
towers, two square and two round, but their upper parts
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>rough cast</kw>
<kw>Abbot Hall</kw>
<kw>Wilson, Colonel</kw>
<kw>Holy Trinity, Kendal</kw>
<kw>Parr Family</kw>
<kw>Strickland Family</kw>
<kw>Bellingham Family</kw>
<kw>coat of arms</kw>
<kw>blazon</kw>
<kw>Ross Family</kw>
<kw>Marmion Family</kw>
<kw>Parr, Katherine</kw>
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
</note>
</div>
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[The accounts of things given by <emph rend="italic">hasty</emph> travellers, 
are 
generally inaccurate and often injudicious. As to the principal 
streets in Kendal, they are neither three in number, nor nearly 
parallel. They are but two. One about a mile in length, and another 
about half a mile. These streets contain indeed not many elegant 
houses; they are however on the whole as open and well-built as in 
most other towns. As to the <emph rend="italic">bad rough-cast</emph> our 
author speaks 
of, judges of rough-cast have always supposed this country no way 
deficient in the materials, or in the manner of laying it on.]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal</kw>
<kw>rough cast</kw>
</note>
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or embattlements are demolished; it is of rough stone and cement, 
without any ornament or arms, round, inclosing a court of like form, 
and surrounded by a moat; nor could it ever have been larger than it 
is, for there are no traces of out-works. There is a good view of the 
town and river, with a fertile open valley, though which it winds.
</q></p>
<p>
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After dinner I went along the Millthorp turnpike, four miles to see 
the falls, or force of the river Kent; came to Sizergh (pronounced 
Siser), and turned down a lane to the left. This seat of the 
Stricklands, an old catholic family, is an ancient hall house, with a 
very large tower, embattled; the rest of the buildings added to it are
of a later date, but all is white and seen to advantage on a back 
ground of old trees; there is a small park also well wooded. Opposite 
to this, turning to the left, I soon came to the river; it works its 
way in a narrow and deep rocky channel, overhung with trees. The 
calmness and brightness of the evening, the roar of the waters, and 
the thumping of huge hammers at an iron forge not far distant, made it
a singular walk; but as to the falls (for there are two) they are not 
four feet high. I went on down to the forge, and saw the demons at 
work by the light of their own fires; the iron is brought in pigs to 
Millthorp, by sea, from Scotland, &amp;c. and is here beat into bars and 
plates. Two miles farther, at Levens, is the seat of Lord Suffolk, 
where he sometimes passes the summer; it was a favourite place of his 
late Countess; but this I did not see.
</q></p>
<p>
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Oct. 10. I proceeded by Burton to Lancaster, twenty-two miles; very 
good country, well inclosed and wooded, with some common interspersed.
Passed at the foot of Farlton-knot, a high fell. Four miles north of 
Lancaster, on a rising ground, called Bolton (pronounced Bouton) we 
had a full view of Cartmel sands, with here and there a passenger 
riding over them (it being low water) the points of Furness shooting 
far into the sea, and lofty mountains, partly covered with clouds,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kendal Castle</kw>
<kw>Levens Force</kw>
<kw>Sizergh Castle</kw>
<kw>Strickland Family</kw>
<kw>Kent, River</kw>
<kw>forge, Levens</kw>
<kw>Millthorp</kw>
<kw>Milnthorpe</kw>
<kw>iron</kw>
<kw>Suffolk, Duke of</kw>
<kw>road, Lancaster to Kendal</kw>
<kw>sands road</kw>
<kw>Bolton</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>ironworks, Levens</kw>
</note>
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extending north of them. Lancaster also appeared very conspicuous and 
fine; for its most distinguished features, the castle and church, 
mounted on a green eminence, were all that could be seen. Woe is me! 
when I got thither, it was the second day of the fair, the inn, in the
principal street, was a great old gloomy house, full of people; but I 
found tolerable quarters, and even slept two nights in peace.
</q></p>
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In a fine afternoon I ascended the castle-hill; it takes up the higher
top of the eminence on which it stands, and is irregularly round, 
encompassed with a deep moat; in front, towards the town, is a 
magnificent gothic gateway, lofty and huge; the overhanging 
battlements are supported by a triple range of corbels, the intervals 
pierced through, and showing the day from above. On its top rise light
watch towers of small height. It opens below with a grand pointed 
arch; over this is a wrought tabernacle, doubtless once containing its
founder's figure; on one side a shield of France semi-quartered with 
England; on the other the same, with a label, ermine, for John of 
Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster This opens to a court within, which I did not
much care to enter, being the county gaol, and full of prisoners, both
criminals and debtors. From this gateway the walls continue and join 
it to a vast square tower of great height, the lower part at least of 
remote antiquity; for it has small round-headed lights, with plain 
short pillars on each side of them: there is a third tower, also 
square, and of less dimensions. This is all the castle. Near it, and 
but a little lower, stands the church, a large and plain gothic 
fabric, the high square tower at the west end has been re-built of 
late years, but nearly in the same style; there are no ornaments or 
arms, &amp;c. any were (sic) to be seen; within it is lightsome and 
spacious, but not one monument of antiquity, or piece of painted glass
is left. From the church-yard there is an extensive sea-view, (for now
the tide had almost covered the sands, and filled the river) and 
besides the greatest part of Furness, I could distinguish Peel-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lancaster</kw>
<kw>fair, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>inn, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Castle</kw>
<kw>Gaunt, John of</kw>
<kw>Lancaster, Duke of</kw>
<kw>gaol, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Lancaster</kw>
<kw>coat of arms, royal</kw>
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[Peel-]castle on the isle of Foudry, which lies off its southern 
extremity. The town is built on the slope, and at the foot of the 
castle-hill, more than twice the bigness of Aukland, with many new 
buildings of neat white stone, but a little disorderly in their 
position, and 'ad libitum', like Kendal; many also extend below on the
quays, by the river side, where a number of ships were moored, some of
them three-masted vessels, decked out with their colours in honour of 
the fair. Here is a good bridge of four arches over the Lune, that 
runs, when the tide is out, in two steams, divided by a bed of gravel,
which is not covered but in spring tides; below the town it widens to 
near the breadth of the Thames at London, and meets the sea at five or
six miles distance to south-west.
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<p>
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Oct. 11. I crossed the river and walked over a peninsula three miles, 
to the village of Poulton, which stands on the beach. An old fisherman
mending his nets (while I enquired about the danger of passing those 
sands) told me, in his dialect, a moving story, how a brother of the 
trade, a <emph rend="italic">Cockler</emph>, as he styled him, driving a little 

cart with 
two daughters (women grown) in it, and his wife on horseback 
following, set out one day to cross the seven mile sands, as they had 
frequently been used to do; (for nobody in the village knew them 
better than the old man did) when they were about half-way over, a 
thick fog rose, and as they advanced they found the water much deeper 
than they expected; the old man was puzzled; he stopped, and said he 
would go a little way to find some mark he was acquainted with; they 
staid a while for him, but in vain; they called aloud, but no reply; 
at last the young woman pressed the mother to think where they were, 
and go on; she would not leave the place; she wandered about forlorn 
and amazed; she would not quit her horse and get into the cart with 
them; they determined after much time wasted, to turn back, and give 
themselves up to the guidance of their horses. The old woman was soon 
washed off, and perished; the poor girls clung close to their cart, 
and
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Piel Castle</kw>
<kw>Foudry Island</kw>
<kw>Foulney Island</kw>
<kw>ships</kw>
<kw>Skerton Bridge</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Poulton</kw>
<kw>cockler</kw>
<kw>sands road</kw>
</note>
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the horse, sometimes wading and sometimes swimming, brought them back 
to land alive, but senseless with terror and distress, and unable for 
many days to give any account of themselves. The bodies of their 
parents were found the next ebb: that of the father a very few paces 
distant from the spot where he had left them.
</q></p>
<p>
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In the afternoon, I wandered about the town, and by the quay, till it 
grew dark.
</q></p>
<p>
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Oct. 12. I set out for Settle by a fine turnpike-road, twenty-nine 
miles, through a rich and beautiful country, diversified with frequent
villages and churches, very unequal ground; and on the left the river 
Lune winding in a deep valley, its hanging banks clothed with fine 
woods, through which you catch long reaches of the water as the road 
winds about at a considerable height above it. In the most picturesque
part of the way, I passed the part belonging to the Hon. Mr. Clifford,
a catholic. The grounds between him and the river, are indeed charming
[1]; the house is ordinary, the park nothing but a rocky fell, 
scattered over with ancient hawthorns. Next I came to Hornby, a little
town on the river Wenning, over which a handsome bridge is now built; 
the castle, in a lordly situation, attracted me, so I walked up the 
hill to it; first presents itself a large white ordinary sashed 
gentleman's house, and behind it rises the ancient <emph rend="italic">
keep</emph>, built 
by Edward Stanley, Lord Monteagle. He died about 1529, in King Henry 
VIII's time. It is now only a shell, the rafters are laid within it as
for flooring. I went up a
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>sands road</kw>
<kw>cockler</kw>
<kw>road, Lancaster to Settle</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Clifford, Mr</kw>
<kw>Hornby</kw>
<kw>Wenning, River</kw>
<kw>Stanley, Edward</kw>
<kw>Monteagle, Lord</kw>
<kw>Hornby Castle</kw>
</note>
</div>
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This scene opens just three miles from Lancaster, on what is called 
the Queen's road. To see the view in perfection, you must go into a 
field on the left. Here Ingleborough, behind a variety of lesser 
mountains, makes the back-ground of the prosect; on each hand of the 
middle distance, rise two sloping hills; the left clothed with thick 
woods - the right with variegated rock and herbage; between them, in 
the richest of valleys, the Lune serpentizes for many a mile, and 
comes forth ample and clear, through a well wooded and richly pastured
fore-ground. Every feature which constitutes a perfect landscape of 
the extensive sort, is here not only boldly marked, but also in its 
best position.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>station, Hornby Road</kw>
<kw>Queen's Road</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
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winding stone stair-case, in one corner, to the leads, and at the 
angle is a single hexagon watch tower, rising some feet higher, fitted
up in the taste of a modern summer-house, with sash windows in gilt 
frames, a stucco cupola, and on the top a vast gilt eagle, built by 
Mr. Charteris, the present possessor. He is the second son of the Earl
of Wemyss, brother to the Lord Elcho, and grandson to Colonel 
Charteris, whose name he bears.
</q></p>
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From the leads of the tower there is a fine view of the country round,
and much wood near the castle. Ingleborough, which I had seen before 
distinctly at Lancaster to north-east, was completely wrapped in 
clouds, all but its summit; which might have easily been mistaken for 
a long black cloud too, fraught with an approaching storm. Now our 
road began to mount towards the Appennine, the trees growing less, and
thinner of leaves, till we came to Ingleton, eighteen miles; it is a 
pretty village, situate very high, and yet in a valley, at the foot of
that huge monster of nature, Ingleborough: two torrents cross it, with
great stones rolled along their beds instead of water; and over them 
are flung two handsome arches. The nipping air, though the afternoon 
was growing very bright, now taught us we were in Craven; the road was
all up and down, though no where very steep: to the left were mountain
tops, to the right a wide valley, all inclosed ground, and beyond it 
high hills again. In approaching Settle, the crags on the left grew 
nearer to our way, till we ascended Brunton-brow into a chearful 
valley (though thin of trees) to Giggleswick, a village with a small 
piece of water by its side, covered with cots: near it a church which 
belongs also to Settle; and half a mile farther, having passed the 
Ribble over a bridge, I arrived there; it is a small market town 
standing directly under a rocky fell; there are not in it above a 
dozen good-looking houses, the rest are old and low, with little 
wooden porticos in front. My inn pleased me much (though small) for 
the neatness and civility of the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hornby Castle</kw>
<kw>Charteris, Mr</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Ingleton</kw>
<kw>road, Lancaster to Settle</kw>
<kw>Brunton Brow</kw>
<kw>Giggleswick</kw>
<kw>Settle</kw>
<kw>inn, Settle</kw>
<kw>summer house</kw>
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good woman that kept it; so I lay there two nights, and went -
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Oct. 13. To visit the Gordale-scar, which lay six miles from Settle: 
but that way was directly over a fell, and as the weather was not to 
be depended upon, I went round in a chaise the only way one could get 
near it in a carriage, which made it full thirteen miles, half of it 
such a road! but I got safe over it, so there is an end, and came to 
Malham (pronounced Maum) a village in the bosom of the mountains, 
seated in a wild and dreary valley. From thence I was to walk a mile 
over very rough ground, a torrent rattling along on the left hand; on 
the cliffs above hung a few goats; one of them danced, and scratched 
an ear with its right foot, in a place where I could not have stood 
stock-still.
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<l>For all beneath the moon.</l>
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As I advanced, the crags seemed to close in, but discovered a narrow 
entrance turning to the left between them; I followed my guide a few 
paces, and the hills opening again into no large space; and then all 
further way is barred by a stream that at the height of about fifty 
feet, rushes from a hole in the rock, and spreading in large sheets 
over its broken front, dashes from steep to steep, and then rattles 
away in a torrent down the valley; the rock on the left rises 
perpendicular, with stubbed yew-trees and shrubs starting from its 
sides, to the height of at least 300 feet; but these are not the 
thing; it is the rock to the right, under which you stand to see the 
fall, that forms the principal horror of the place. From its very base
it begins to slope forward over you in one black or solid mass without
any crevice in its surface, and overshadows half the area below its 
dreadful canopy: when I stood at (I believe) four yards distant from 
its foot, the drops which perpetually distil from its brow, fell on my
head; and in one part of its top, more exposed to the weather, there 
are loose stones that hang in the air, and threaten visibly some idle
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>inn, Settle</kw>
<kw>Gordale Scar</kw>
<kw>Malham</kw>
<kw>Malham Cove</kw>
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spectator with instant destruction; it is safer to shelter yourself 
close to its bottom, and trust to the mercy of that enormous mass, 
which nothing but an earthquake can stir. The gloomy uncomfortable day
well suited the savage aspect of the place, and made it still more 
formidable; I stayed there, not without shuddering, a quarter of an 
hour, and thought my trouble richly paid; for the impression will last
for life. At the alehouse where I dined in Malham, Vivares, the 
landscape painter, had lodged for a week or more; Smith and Bellers 
and also been there, and two prints of Gordale have been engraved by 
them.
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Oct. 14. Leaving my comfortable inn, to which I had returned from 
Gordale, I set out for Skipton, sixteen miles. From several parts of 
the road, and in many places about Settle, I saw at once the three 
famous hills of this county, Ingleborough, Pennygant, and Pendle; the 
first is esteemed the highest, and their features are not to be 
described, but by the pencil [1].
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Malham Cove</kw>
<kw>Vivares, Francois</kw>
<kw>Smith, John Warwick</kw>
<kw>Bellers, William</kw>
<kw>road, Skipton to Settle</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Pennygant</kw>
<kw>Pen-y-ghent</kw>
<kw>Pendle Hill</kw>
</note>
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<p>
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Without the pencil, nothing indeed is to be described with precision, 
and even then, that pencil ought to be in the very hand of the writer,
ready to supply with outlines every thing that his pen cannot express 
by words. As far as language can describe Mr. Gray has, I think, 
pushed its powers: for rejecting, as I have before hinted, every 
general unmeaning and hyperbolical phrase, he has selected (both in 
his journal and on other similar occasions) the plainest, simplest, 
and most direct terms; yet notwithstanding his judicious care in the 
disposition of these, I must own I feel them defective. They present 
me, it is true, with a picture of the same species, but not with the 
identical picture; my imagination receives clear and distinct, but not
true and exact images. It may be asked then, why am I entertained with
well-written descriptions? I answer, because they amuse rather than 
entertain me; and because, after I have seen the places described, 
they serve to recall to my memory the original scene, almost as well 
as the truest drawing or picture. In the meanwhile my mind is 
flattered by thinking it has acquired some conception of the place, 
and rests contented in an innocent error, which nothing but ocular 
proof can detect, and which, when detected, does not diminish the 
pleasure I had before received, but augments it, by superadding the 
charms of comparison and versification; and herein I would place the 
real and only merit of verbal prose description. To speak of poetical,
would lead me beyond the limits as well as the purpose of this note. I
cannot, however, help adding that I have seen one piece of verbal 
description which completely satisfies me, because it is throughout 
assisted by masterly delineation. It is composed by the Rev. Mr. 
Gilpin, of Cheam, in Surrey; and contains, among other places, an 
account of the very scenes, which, in this tour, our author visited. 
This gentleman, possessing the conjoined talents of a writer and 
designer, has employed them in this manuscript to every purpose of 
picturesque beauty, in the description of which, a correct eye, a 
practised pencil, and an eloquent pen, could assist him. He has, 
consequently, produced a work unique in its kind at once. But I have 
said it is in manuscript, and, I am afraid, likely to continue so; for
would his modesty permit him to print it, the great expense of plates 
would make its publication impracticable.
</q></p>
<p>
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[This excellent note seems to contain the justest criticism on the 
nature and powers of <emph rend="italic">verbal description</emph>, as applied 
to 
<emph rend="italic">landscapes</emph> and <emph rend="italic">prospects</emph>. 

And now the reader has gone 
through our author's specimens of it in the foregoing <emph rend="italic">
Guide</emph>, if
it appear that he hath not availed himself of these precepts as much 
as he might have done, he may take a scrutiny into his errors, a 
critical lesson, in the next degree useful to instructions derived 
from such examples as Mr. Gray's; and thus reap improvement as well as
amusement, from the efforts of a hasty and redundant pen.- Mr. 
Gilpin's tour has been since published.]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>descriptive text</kw>
<kw>drawing</kw>
<kw>Gilpin, William, Rev</kw>
<kw>picturesque beauty</kw>
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Craven, after all, is an unpleasing country when seen from a height; 
its vallies are chiefly wide, and either marshy or inclosed pasture, 
with a few trees. Numbers of black cattle are fatted here, both of the
Scotch breed, and a larger sort of oxen with great horns. There is a 
little cultivated ground, except a few oats.
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Skipton, to which I went through Long-Preston and Gargrave, is a 
pretty large market town, in a valley, with one very broad street 
gently sloping downwards from the castle, which stands at the head of 
it. This is one of the good Countess's buildings [1], but on old 
foundations: it is not very large, but of a handsome antique 
appearance, with round towers. A grand gateway, bridge, and moat, 
surrounded by many old trees. It is in good repair, and kept up as the
habitation of the Earl of Thanet, though he rarely come thither: what 
with sleet, and a foolish dispute about chaises, that delayed me, I 
did not see the inside of it, but went
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<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Craven</kw>
<kw>cattle</kw>
<kw>highland cattle</kw>
<kw>Skipton</kw>
<kw>Skipton Castle</kw>
<kw>Clifford, Anne, Lady</kw>
<kw>Thanet, Earl of</kw>
</note>
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Ann Countess of Pembroke and Montgomery.
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on fifteen miles to Otley: first up Shode-bank, the steepest hill I 
ever saw a road carried over in England, for it mounts in a straight 
line (without any other repose for the horses than by placing stones 
every now and then behind the wheels) for a full mile; then the road 
goes on a level along the brow of this high hill over Rumbald-moor, 
till it gently descends into Wharfdale, so they call the vale of the 
Wharf, and a beautiful vale it is, well wooded, well cultivated, well 
inhabited, but with high crags at a distance, that border the green 
country on each hand; through the midst of it, deep, clear, and full 
to the brink, and of no inconsiderable breadth, runs in long windings,
the river. How it comes to pass that it should be so fine and copious 
a stream here, and at Tadcaster (so much lower) should have nothing 
but a wide stony channel without water, I cannot tell you. I passed 
through Long Addingham, Ilkeley, (pronounced Eecly) distinguished by a
lofty brow of loose rocks to the right; Burkley, a neat and pretty 
village among trees; on the opposite side of the river lay 
Middleton-lodge, belonging to a catholic gentleman of that name; 
Weston, a venerable stone fabric, with large offices, of Mr. Vavasour,
the meadows in front gently descending to the water, and behind a 
great and shady wood; Farnly (Mr. Fowke's) a place like the last, but 
larger and rising higher on the side of the hill. Otley is a large 
airy town, with clean but low rustic buildings, and a bridge over the 
Wharf; I went into its spacious gothic church, which has been 
new-roofed, with a flat stucco ceiling; in a corner of it is the 
monument of Thomas Lord Halifax, and Helen Aske, his lady, descended 
from the Cliffords and Latimers, as her epitaph says; the figures 
(which are not ill cut, particularly in his armour, but bare-headed) 
lie on the tomb. I take them to be the parents of the famous Sir 
Thomas Fairfax
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Shode Bank</kw>
<kw>road, Skipton to Otley</kw>
<kw>Rumbald Moor</kw>
<kw>Wharfedale</kw>
<kw>Wharfe, River</kw>
<kw>Long Addingham</kw>
<kw>Ilkeley</kw>
<kw>Burkley</kw>
<kw>Middleton Lodge</kw>
<kw>Vavasour, Mr</kw>
<kw>Fowke, Mr</kw>
<kw>Halifax, Lord</kw>
<kw>Fairfax, Thomas, Sir</kw>
<kw>Clifford Family</kw>
<kw>Latimer Family</kw>
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ARTICLE IV.
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<p>
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<kw>Mr Cumberland</kw>
<kw>Ode to the Sun</kw>
</note>
<head>
ODE TO THE SUN.
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BY MR. CUMBERLAND, PUBLISHED IN 1776.
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<l>SOUL of the world, refulgent sun!</l>
<l>Oh, take not from my ravish'd sight</l>
<l>Those golden beams of living light,</l>
<l>Nor, ere thy daily course be run,</l>
<l>Precipitate the night.</l>
<l>Lo! where ruffian clouds arise,</l>
<l>Usurp the abdicated skies,</l>
<l>And seize the aethereal throne:</l>
<l>Sullen sad the scene appears,</l>
<l>Huge Helvellyn streams with tears!</l>
<l>Hark! 'tis giant Skiddaw's groan,</l>
<l>I hear terrific Lowdore roar;</l>
<l>The sabbath of thy reign is o'er,</l>
<l>The anarchy's begun;</l>
<l>Father of light! return; break forth, refulgent sun!</l>
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<l>What if the rebel blast shall rend</l>
<l>These nodding horrors from the mountain's brow -</l>
<l>Hither thy glad deliverance send,</l>
<l>Ah, save the votarist, and accept the vow!</l>
<l>And say, through thy diurnal round,</l>
<l>Where, great spectator, hast thou found</l>
<l>Such solemn soul-inviting shades,</l>
<l>Ghostly dells, religious glades?</l>
<l>Where Penitence may plant its meek abode,</l>
<l>And hermit Meditation meet its God!</l>
</q></p>
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<l>Now by the margin of the glassy deep,</l>
<l>My pensive vigils let me keep;</l>
<l>There by force of Runic spells,</l>
<l>Shake the grot where nature dwells: /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ode to the Sun</kw>
<kw>Cumberland, Mr</kw>
<kw>sun</kw>
<kw>Helvellyn</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
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<l>And in the witching hour of night,</l>
<l>Whilst thy pale sister lends her shadowy light,</l>
<l>Summon the naked wood-nymphs to my sight.</l>
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<l>Trembling now with giddy tread,</l>
<l>Press the moss on Gowdar's head.</l>
<l>But lo! where sits the bird of Jove,</l>
<l>Couch'd in his eyrie far above;</l>
<l>Oh! lend thine eye, thy pinion lend,</l>
<l>Higher, yet higher let me still ascend.</l>
<l>'Tis done - my forehead smites the skies,</l>
<l>To the last summit of the cliff I rise:</l>
<l>I touch the sacred ground,</l>
<l>Where step of man was never found;</l>
<l>I see all nature's rude domain around.</l>
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<l>Peace to thy empire, queen of calm desires,</l>
<l>Health crown thy hills, and plenty robe thy vales;</l>
<l>May thy groves wave untouch'd by wasteful fires,</l>
<l>Nor commerce crowd thy lakes with sordid sails!</l>
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<l>Press not so fast upon my aching sight,</l>
<l>Gigantic shapes; nor rear your heads so high,</l>
<l>As if meant to war against the sky,</l>
<l>Sons of old chaos and primaeval night.</l>
<l>Such were the heights enshrined Bruno trod,</l>
<l>When on the cliffs he hung his tow'ring cell,</l>
<l>Amongst the clouds aspir'd to dwell,</l>
<l>And half-ascended to his God.</l>
<l>The prim canal, the level green,</l>
<l>The close-clipt hedge, that bounds the flourish'd scene,</l>
<l>What rapture can such forms impart,</l>
<l>With all the spruce impertinence of art!</l>
</q></p>
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<l>Ye pageant streams, that roll in state</l>
<l>By the vain windows of the great,</l>
<l>Rest on your muddy ooze, and see /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gowder Crag</kw>
<kw>eagle</kw>
<kw>moon</kw>
<kw>Jove, bird of</kw>
<kw>Bruno</kw>
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<l>Old majestic Derwent force</l>
<l>His independent course,</l>
<l>And learn of him and nature to be free;</l>
<l>And you, triumphal arches, shrink;</l>
<l>Ye temples, tremble; and ye columns, sink;</l>
<l>One nod from Wallow's craggy brow</l>
<l>Shall crush the dome</l>
<l>Of sacerdotal Rome,</l>
<l>And lay her glitt'ring gilded trophies low.</l>
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<l>Now, downward as I bend my eye,</l>
<l>What is that atom I espy?</l>
<l>That speck in nature's plan,</l>
<l>Great Heaven! is that a man?</l>
<l>And hath that little wretch its cares,</l>
<l>Its freaks, its follies, and its airs?</l>
<l>And do I hear the insect say,</l>
<l>'My lakes, my mountains, my domain?'</l>
<l>O weak, contemptible, and vain!</l>
<l>The tenant of the day.-</l>
<l>Say to old Skiddaw, 'change thy place,'</l>
<l>Heave Helvellyn from his base,</l>
<l>Or bid impetuous Derwent stand,</l>
<l>At the proud waving of a master's hand.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>Now with silent step, and slow,</l>
<l>Descend; but first forbear to blow</l>
<l>Ye felon winds; let discord cease,</l>
<l>And nature seal an elemental peace:-</l>
<l>Hush! not a whisper here;</l>
<l>Beware! for Echo, on the watch,</l>
<l>Sits with erect and list'ning ear,</l>
<l>The secrets of the scene to catch;</l>
<l>Then swelling, as she rolls around</l>
<l>The hoarse reverberated sound,</l>
<l>With loud repeated shocks,</l>
<l>She beats the loose impending rocks, /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Wallow Crag</kw>
<kw>Echo</kw>
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<l>Tears down the fragment big with death,</l>
<l>And hurls them thund'ring on the wretch beneath.</l>
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<l>Not so the Naiad [1]; she defies</l>
<l>The faithless echo, and her yelling cries</l>
<l>Howls on the summit of rude Lowdore's brow;</l>
<l>Then with a desperate leap,</l>
<l>Springs from the rocky steep,</l>
<l>And runs enamour'd to the lake below.</l>
<l>So the Cambrian minstrel stood,</l>
<l>Bending o'er old Conway's flood,</l>
<l>White as foam his silver beard,</l>
<l>And loud and shrill his voice was heard:</l>
<l>All the while down Snowden's side,</l>
<l>Winding slow in dread array,</l>
<l>He saw the victor king pursue his way;</l>
<l>Then fearless rush'd into the foaming tide,</l>
<l>Curs'd him by all his idol Gods, and died.</l>
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<l>Ah! where is he that swept the sounding lyre,</l>
<l>And while he touch'd the master string,</l>
<l>Bade <emph rend="italic">ruin seize the ruthless king</emph>,</l>
<l>With all a prophet's fire? -</l>
<l>Mourn him, ye maids, and ye wood-nymphs mourn;</l>
<l>But chiefly ye, who rule o'er Keswick's vale,</l>
<l>Your visitor bewail,</l>
<l>And pluck fresh laurels for his hallow'd urn.</l>
<l>He saw your scenes in harmony divine,</l>
<l>On him indulgent suns could shine;</l>
<l>Me turbid skies and threat'ning clouds await,</l>
<l>Emblems, alas! of my ignoble fate.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>But see! the embattled vapours break,</l>
<l>Disperse and fly,</l>
<l>Posting like couriers down the sky;</l>
<l>The grey rock glitters in the glassy lake:- /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>naiad</kw>
<kw>Lodore Falls</kw>
<kw>Cambrian Minstrel</kw>
</note>
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<p>
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<l>And now the mountain tops are seen</l>
<l>Frowning amidst the blue serene;</l>
<l>The variegated groves appear,</l>
<l>Deck'd in the colours of the waning year;</l>
<l>And as new beauties they unfold,</l>
<l>Dip their skirts in beaming gold.</l>
<l>Thee, savage Wyburn, now I hail,</l>
<l>Delicious Grasmere's calm retreat,</l>
<l>And stately Windermere I greet,</l>
<l>And Keswick's sweet fantastic vale:-</l>
<l>But let her naiads yield to thee,</l>
<l>And lowly bend the subject knee,</l>
<l>Imperial lake of Patrick's dale! [1]</l>
<l>For neither Scottish Lomond's pride,</l>
<l>Nor smooth Killarney's silver tide,</l>
<l>Nor ought that learned Poussin drew,</l>
<l>Or dashing Rosa flung upon my view,</l>
<l>Shall shake thy sovereign undisturbed right,</l>
<l>Great scene of wonder and sublime delight!</l>
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<l>Hail to thy beams, O Sun! - for this display,</l>
<l>What, glorious orb, can I repay?</l>
<l>Not Memnon's costly shrine,</l>
<l>Not the white coursers of imperial Rome,</l>
<l>Nor the rich smoke of Persia's hecatomb;</l>
<l>Such proud oblations are not mine;</l>
<l>Nor thou my simple tribute shall refuse,</l>
<l>The thanks of an unprostituted muse;</l>
<l>And may no length of still-returning day,</l>
<l>Strike from my forehead one refulgent ray:</l>
<l>But let each tuneful, each attendant sphere,</l>
<l>To latest time thy stated labours cheer,</l>
<l>And with new Poeans crown the finish'd year.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>naiad</kw>
<kw>Wyburn</kw>
<kw>Wythburn</kw>
<kw>Grasmere lake</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Patterdale</kw>
<kw>Patrick's Dale</kw>
<kw>Memnon</kw>
<kw>Rosa, Salvator</kw>
<kw>Poussin</kw>
<kw>Dughet, Gaspard</kw>
</note>
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This alludes to the great lake of Ulls-water, situate in Patterdale, 
i.e. Patrick's dale, a scene of grandeur and sublimity far superior, 
in my opinion, to the lake of Keswick.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ullswater</kw>
<kw>Patterdale</kw>
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<head>
ARTICLE V.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Rev Plumtre</kw>
<kw>Night Piece on Windermere</kw>
</note>
<head>
A NIGHT-PIECE ON THE BANKS OF WINDERMERE,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Written at Ambleside, Westmorland, in the Summer of</emph> 
1797.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
BY THE REV. JAMES PLUMTRE.
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<l>PALE goddess of the serious night,</l>
<l>Arise, and cheer my anxious sight;</l>
<l>O'er dun twilight's gloom prevail;</l>
<l>Invigorate the drooping vale;</l>
<l>Shedding o'er mountains, woods, and streams,</l>
<l>Thy quiver full of silver beams;</l>
<l>Whilst amber, light, and darkest shade,</l>
<l>Alternate all the scene pervade.</l>
<l>In full-orb's majesty arise,</l>
<l>Illume the azure-vaulted skies.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Lo! from behind yon mountain's height;</l>
<l>She comes - the chaste-ey'd Queen of Night,</l>
<l>Thro' heaven's high cope, her course to run,</l>
<l>Till frighted by the garish sun.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>Hark! along his rocky shore,</l>
<l>I hear impetuous Brathay roar;</l>
<l>In sullen majesty he leads,</l>
<l>Among the narrow winding meads,</l>
<l>His tributary tides.</l>
<l>Thee, Rothay, in thy course he meets,</l>
<l>Descending from thy flow'ry bed,</l>
<l>Swift to thee he fondly glides,</l>
<l>With strong embrace thy beauty greets: /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Plumtre, Rev</kw>
<kw>Night Piece on Windermere</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>moon</kw>
<kw>Brathay, River</kw>
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>Queen of Night</kw>
</note>
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<l>Then, with all your glittering train,</l>
<l>Together your proud course maintain,</l>
<l>And with imperial Windermere,</l>
<l>All your boastful honours share;</l>
<l>With loud acclaim, exulting, hail!</l>
<l>The monarch of the stately vale.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>Say, Brathay, as I walk your side,</l>
<l>List'ning to your murmuring tide,</l>
<l>What sights, what wonders have you seen,</l>
<l>Passing your barrier hills between?</l>
<l>View'd you old Langdale's solid towers,[1]</l>
<l>And Elter-water's peaceful bowers;</l>
<l>Where the quarry's yawning scar</l>
<l>Hangs hideous in the midnight air!</l>
<l>Or, rather higher Langdale's rocks,</l>
<l>Hardknot and his mountain twin,[2]</l>
<l>At whose rude base your streams begin,</l>
<l>Where the widely-straying floods,</l>
<l>And the fragrant smelling kine,</l>
<l>Their ample wealth combine,</l>
<l>And to their happy peasant's board,</l>
<l>A frugal, friendly meal afford;</l>
<l>Bestowing health and calm content,</l>
<l>The greatest blessing heaven has lent:</l>
<l>I heard you rattling through the wood,</l>
<l>And pass by Colwith's [3] foaming flood;</l>
<l>His loose, dishevel'd, hoary head,</l>
<l>Affrighted, seeks a calmer bed,</l>
<l>Tumbling, from rock to rock, his course,</l>
<l>With wild majestic, sullen force; /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Brathay, River</kw>
<kw>Langdale</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Elter Water</kw>
<kw>Thrang Quarry</kw>
<kw>Colwith Force</kw>
<kw>Hardknot</kw>
<kw>Wrynose</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.230.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Langdale Pikes
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.230.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Wrynose
</q></p>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
Colwith-Force is a very fine, though a small cascade, in Little, or 
Higher Langdale. The features of it are very wild; and the ruins of a 
mill, on one side of the rock, have a very good effect.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Colwith Force</kw>
<kw>mill, Colwith</kw>
</note>
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<l>Till to his sister's [1] arms he flies,</l>
<l>And, wide-expanded to the skies,</l>
<l>On oozy bed supinely lies.-</l>
<l>Again behold him raise his head,</l>
<l>As if awaken'd from the dead,</l>
<l>Plumb down the rock of Skelwith dash,</l>
<l>With hoarse reverberated crash;</l>
<l>And, boist'rous boiling from below,</l>
<l>Again across the peaceful meadows flow.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>So the lorn maniac, in his moods,</l>
<l>Sullen o'er his sorrows broods;</l>
<l>With unaverted eye, he strays</l>
<l>Along the lonely desert ways,</l>
<l>With solemn, measur'd, thoughtful pace,</l>
<l>Despair depicted in his face:</l>
<l>Then starts, and with a stedfast gaze,</l>
<l>Replete with horror and amaze,</l>
<l>From rock to rock, from steep to steep,</l>
<l>Reckless he takes the dangerous leap;</l>
<l>Then scours along the level plain</l>
<l>Till, all his strength exhaust again,</l>
<l>He sinks upon the earth's cold breast,</l>
<l>Toil-worn, to take his broken rest.</l>
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<l>But, Rothay, you a gentler tide,</l>
<l>Serenely through the valleys glide.</l>
<l>Peaceful Grasmere's wooded hills,</l>
<l>Pour forth for you their tinkling rills.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Skelwith Force</kw>
<kw>Brathay, River</kw>
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>Great Langdale Beck</kw>
</note>
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The river Brathay is formed chiefly from two steams,- the one rising 
in Little Langdale, the other in Great Langdale, where it passes the 
Pikes and the slate quarry: these join in the small lake of 
Elter-water. Another of its feeders is the stream from Loughrigg Tarn,
a very small but beautiful lake, in the bosom of the mountains, a 
little to the right of the road as you cross over from Elter-water, or
Skelwith-bridge, to Grasmere. /
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Brathay, River</kw>
<kw>Great Langdale Beck</kw>
<kw>Elter Water</kw>
<kw>Loughrigg Tarn</kw>
</note>
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<l>Through Rydal's lake, with placid stream,</l>
<l>You, murmuring, in the valley gleam;</l>
<l>And, at the neighbouring water's fall,</l>
<l>Pass your Fleming's stately hall;</l>
<l>For, O 'tis your delight to boast</l>
<l>The falls down Rydal's mountains tost;</l>
<l>The high cascade[1], with dashing spray,</l>
<l>O'er rugged rocks maintains its way,</l>
<l>With stubbed trees, by storms despoil'd -</l>
<l>A scene most picturesquely wild,</l>
<l>Sublime the next cascade appears,</l>
<l>The lower, softer features wears.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>Such scenes nor Poussin could, nor Claude,</l>
<l>In living canvas e'er afford;</l>
<l>For nature ev'ry effort tried</l>
<l>To form your Fleming's wat'ry pride.</l>
<l>- Nor be forgot thy force, Stock-gill,</l>
<l>Rushing from the shatter'd hill,</l>
<l>Down in frothy torrents tost,</l>
<l>Till in the dark abysm lost,</l>
<l>And foaming through the woody glen,</l>
<l>Thund'ring from rock to rock amain,</l>
<l>You seek a refuge in the plain.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>O Rothay! yours, and Brathay's stream,</l>
<l>Enfold (Well worth the Muse's theme)</l>
<l>A spot where Art with Nature vies</l>
<l>To catch the enraptur'd poet's eyes.</l>
<l>But be it most his pride to tell,</l>
<l>There Elegance and Virtue dwell;</l>
<l>There Hospitality is found</l>
<l>Dealing delight to all around, /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Rothay, River</kw>
<kw>Rydal Water</kw>
<kw>High Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>Low Fall, Rydal</kw>
<kw>Poussin</kw>
<kw>Dughet, Gaspard</kw>
<kw>Lorrain, Claude</kw>
<kw>Claude</kw>
<kw>Fleming Family</kw>
<kw>Stockghyll Force</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
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Besides the two cascades in the grounds of Sir Michael le Fleming, 
there is another higher up, which, when there is plenty of water, is 
well worth the notice of the picturesque traveller.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Fleming, Michael le, Sir</kw>
</note>
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<l>With innocence the hour beguiles,</l>
<l>And joys to see another's smiles.</l>
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<l>Oh! twere endless to declare</l>
<l>Thy charms, imperial Windermere:</l>
<l>Thy prospects, op'ning to the view,</l>
<l>At ev'ry turn delight renew;</l>
<l>The skimming bark, with feath'ry sail,</l>
<l>Flying before the fresh'ning gale,</l>
<l>While Music's voice in aether floats,</l>
<l>And Echo still prolongs the notes.-</l>
<l>What villas on thy banks arise,</l>
<l>T'arrest the far-exploring eyes;</l>
<l>Their vary'd beauties to rehearse,</l>
<l>Might claim for each a Muse's verse.</l>
<l>- Yet let not praise keep quite aloof</l>
<l>From Rayrig's hospitable roof;</l>
<l>And ever be the spot admir'd,</l>
<l>Where learned Watson lives retir'd,</l>
<l>Like Cincinnatus, tir'd of state,</l>
<l>And factions of the' aspiring great;</l>
<l>Withdrawn from party's fierce alarm,</l>
<l>He daily tends his little farm.</l>
<l>And, oh! had I my utmost will,</l>
<l>I'd dwell on yonder woody hill:</l>
<l>That humble mansion pleases best,</l>
<l>Nam'd from the turtle's peaceful nest.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>But, soft - the rustling leaflets sigh,</l>
<l>Responsive, as the breeze moves by,</l>
<l>In solemn accents, trembling, say,</l>
<l>That Storm and Tempest move this way.</l>
<l>From yonder murky, lab'ring cloud,</l>
<l>Hark! Thunder;s voice rebellows loud:</l>
<l>Heav'ns crystal portals open fly,</l>
<l>And lightning blazes through the sky;</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>sailing boat</kw>
<kw>Rayrigg</kw>
<kw>Watson, Mr</kw>
<kw>storm</kw>
<kw>Dove's Nest</kw>
<kw>Echo</kw>
<kw>Cincinnatus</kw>
</note>
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<l>Wind sweeps along the' afrighted vale;</l>
<l>And pattering rain, with pelting hail,</l>
<l>Commission'd by great Nature's Lord,</l>
<l>Come to fulfil his mighty word,</l>
<l>In many a mingling torrent fall,</l>
<l>While deep to deep, loud answering, call.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>[1] Now tremble, wretch, whose guilty breast</l>
<l>Labours with crimes yet unconfess'd;</l>
<l>Hide thee, appal'd, thou bloody hand;</l>
<l>Thy crime, thou perjur'd, understand;</l>
<l>Thou simular of virtue's life,</l>
<l>Adulterer with thy neighbour's wife,</l>
<l>These high-engender'd warnings hear,</l>
<l>These dreadful summoners revere;</l>
<l>To all creation they proclaim</l>
<l>The Great JEHOVAH'S hallow'd name:</l>
<l>Him, and Him only must we fear -</l>
<l>Mighty to judge, and merciful to spare.</l>
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<l>Let me, O Lord, thy favour win -</l>
<l>I am both sinn'd against, and sin;</l>
<l>But as against my foes I deal,</l>
<l>So let me, God, thy mercy feel,</l>
<l>And, through the merits of thy SON,</l>
<l>Let me, my earthly race when run,</l>
<l>Thy everlasting kingdom share,</l>
<l>With all I've ever held most dear,</l>
<l>From this world's storms and tempests free,</l>
<l>To dwell with Happiness and Thee,</l>
<l>To hail the Dayspring from on high,</l>
<l>My SAVIOUR'S name to magnify.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>And now the elemental war</l>
<l>Onwards drives his clattering car,</l>
<l>Resounding fainter from afar.- /</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>storm</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.234.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
See Lear, Act 3, Sc. 2.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>King Lear</kw>
<kw>Shakespeare, William</kw>
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<l>By slow degrees it dies away;</l>
<l>Whilst jocund comes returning Day,</l>
<l>From out his chamber in the east,</l>
<l>Fresh as a bridegroom newly dress'd,</l>
<l>Chasing Midnight, thick and dark,</l>
<l>Usher'd by his hearld (sic) lark;</l>
<l>Nature wears again her smile,</l>
<l>And labour stalks forth to his toil;</l>
<l>Fragrance breathes, and perfumes sweet</l>
<l>Th'exhilerated senses meet:</l>
<l>All, all is joy and gay delight,</l>
<l>When day succeeds to fearful night.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>'Tis thus in all his dealings still,</l>
<l>The God of Nature speaks his will,</l>
<l>And never threatens but to save,</l>
<l>And awe that wretch who dares to brave</l>
<l>That power, which only with a thought,</l>
<l>Could make him vanish into nought;</l>
<l>And having chasten'd, will forgive,</l>
<l>If he return, and bid him live</l>
<l>To fairer joys and brighter skies</l>
<l>Where neither storms nor tempests rise -</l>
<l>The everlasting, bright abode</l>
<l>Of an all-righteous, bounteous God.</l>
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<head>
ARTICLE VI.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>A Walker</kw>
<kw>Dunald Mill Hole</kw>
</note>
<head>
A DESCRIPTION OF DUNALD-MILL-HOLE
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">By Mr. A. Walker</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
TAKEN FROM THE ANNUAL REGISTER FOR 1760.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Lancaster, August </emph>26<emph rend="italic">th</emph>, 
1760.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
LAST Sunday I visited a cavern about five miles from hence, near the 
road to Kirkby Lonsdale, Called Dunald-Mill-Hole, a curiosity I think,
inferior to none of the kind in Derbyshire, which I have also seen. It
is on the middle of a large common, and we are led to it by a brook, 
nearly as big as the New-River, which, after turning a corn-mill just 
at the entrance of the cave, runs in at its mouth by several beautiful
cascades, continuing its course two miles under a large mountain, and 
at last making its appearance again near Carnforth, a village on the 
road to Kendal. The entrance to this subterraneous channel has 
something most pleasingly horrible in it. From the mill at the top, 
you descend for about ten yards perpendicularly, by means of chinks in
the rocks, and shrubs of trees; the road is then almost parallel to 
the horizon, leading to the right, a little winding, till you have 
some hundreds of yards thick of rocks and minerals above you. In this 
manner we proceeded, sometimes through vaults so capacious, we could 
not see either roof or sides; and sometimes on all four, from its 
narrowness; still following the brook, which entertained us with a 
sort of harmony well suiting the place; for the different height of 
its falls were as in so many keys of music, which all being conveyed 
to us by the amazing echo, greatly added to the majestic horror which 
surrounded us. In our return we were more particular in our 
observations. The beautiful lakes (formed by the brook in the hollow 
part of the cavern) realize the fabulous Styx; and murmuring falls 
from one rock to another, broke the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Dunald Mill Hole</kw>
<kw>Walker, A</kw>
<kw>Carnforth</kw>
<kw>Styx</kw>
</note>
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rays of our candles, so as to form the most romantic vibrations and 
appearances upon the variegated roof. The sides too, are not less 
remarkable for fine colouring: the damp, the creeping vegetables, and 
the seams in the marble and limestone parts of the rock, make as many 
tints as are seen in the rainbow, and are covered with a perpetual 
varnish from the just-weeping springs that trickle from the roof. The 
curious in grottos, cascades, &amp;c. might here obtain a just taste of 
nature. When we arrived at the mouth, and once more hailed 
all-chearing day-light, I could not help but admire the uncouth manner
in which nature has thrown together those huge rocks, which compose 
the arch over the entrance; but, as if conscious of its rudeness, she 
has clothed it with trees and shrubs of the most various and beautiful
verdure, which bend downwards, and with their leaves cover all the 
rugged parts of the rock. As I never met with an account of this place
in any other author, I therefore think it the greater curiosity; but 
its obscure situation I take to be the reason.
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<p>
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(Parties, returning from the tour of the lakes to Lancaster, who 
choose to see the above natural curiosity, must leave the Lancaster 
road to the left, at the guide-post for Kellet, about four miles from 
Burton. When in the village (a mile farther on) enquire for the road 
to the mill, which is then near two miles distant. Perhaps, when 
arrived at the cavern, if the traveller should not think it <emph rend="italic">

equal 
to his expectations and trouble</emph>, it may yield him some 
compensation to enjoy one of the better prospects in the country, 
which is then about a mile off. Though hitherto unnoticed, a good 
deal, I think might justly be said in its praise; but previous 
description is generally more tiresome than welcome. To find this 
view, proceed eastward, in the direction of the last lane leading to 
the mill, to the top of the highest rise that you will see on the 
common before you, and you will be at the station. A very little to 
the east, you will see a good road on the moor leading to Lancaster, 
distant about four miles, and the ride will soon entertain with 
several agreeable objects on the banks of the Lune.)
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Over Kellet</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
</note>
</div>
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ARTICLE VII.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Tour to the Caves</kw>
<kw>Rev John Hutton</kw>
</note>
<head>
A TOUR TO THE CAVES IN THE WEST-RIDING OF YORKSHIRE,
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">In a letter to a Friend</emph>[1],
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Of antres vast, and deserts idle,</l>
<l>Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose head touch'd heav'n,</l>
<l>It was my hint to speak.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Shakespeare's Othello, Act</emph>. 1.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIR,- ACCORDING to promise, I sit down to give you an account of our 
summer excursion.- After having made the tour of the lakes, we were 
induced to proceed from Kendal by Kirkby-Lonsdale, Ingleton, 
Chapel-in-the-Dale, Horton, and Settle, in order to see the caves and 
other natural curiosities in Craven, in the West-Riding of Yorkshire. 
This second part of our tour was more entertaining to most of the 
party than the first, being peculiarly adapted to our taste for 
natural history, for the great and sublime. While some are pleased 
with the gay and beautiful, others are only to be roused and affected 
by the grand and terrible. The strong and nervous sensations require 
objects proper for their gratification, no less than the most nice and
delicate tastes.- If elegant prospects and the refinements of art are 
suited to <emph rend="italic">these</emph>, the rough, irregular, and 
stupendous works of 
nature, are no less adapted to the enjoyment of the former. Objects 
accommodated to the genius of a hardihood truly sublime, are only to 
be met with, in this island, among the wild and irregular mountains of
the north, among the roaring cataracts that roll foaming down 
precipitate from their lofty summits, and the huge and dreary caverns 
or profound and yawning chasms they contain within their sides. It is 
here that Nature delights, as it were, to perform her magnificent 
works in secret, silently
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Tour to the Caves</kw>
<kw>Yorkshire, West Riding</kw>
<kw>Othello</kw>
<kw>Shakespeare, William</kw>
<kw>Craven</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.238.1">
<p rend="text">
This footnote is missing in the 11th edn 1821 text being transcribed 
here; from the 9th edn 1807, the footnote is:-
</p>
<p>
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This work, written by the late Rev. John Hutton, B.D. Vicar of Burton,
with the addition of some philosophical conjectures on the deluge, 
remarks on the origins of fountains, and observations on the ascent 
and descent of vapours, occasioned by facts peculiar to the places 
visited; also a glossary of old words used in the north of England; 
may be had of the publishers, price 1s. 6d.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hutton, John, Rev</kw>
</note>
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satisfied with self-approbation.- As the most amusing part of our tour
was in a country not much frequented by the curious and speculative 
traveller, and never yet described to the public, an account of the 
objects we met with may perhaps be not unentertaining: it may also 
tend to excite the curiosity of visiting those unfrequented, yet 
extraordinary parts of our own native country, and to communicate that
rational pleasure which a benevolent mind wishes every one of the same
sentiments to partake of.
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About six o'clock, one morning in June, we set off from Kendal, and, 
after travelling about a dozen miles along a good turnpike-road, over 
Endmoor and Crowbrow, we arrived at Kirkby-Lonsdale soon after eight. 
About the mid-way we left the little steep white mountain, 
Farlton-knot, on the right about a mile. It is all composed of solid 
limestone, and is two or three hundred yards in height. Those who have
seen both, say, that on the west side it is very like the rock of 
Gilbraltar. There were several good mansion-houses by the road side, 
which, at the beginning of last century, were inhabited by a 
substantial set of yeomanry and country gentlemen, the most useful 
members of a community: they are now, however, mostly let out to 
farmers: the desire of improving their fortunes in trade, or the 
pleasure of living in towns, have induced the owners to leave them - 
reverses of fortune, or new attachments, have caused many to sell 
them, after they had been continued many centuries in their families. 
Kirkby-Lonsdale is a neat, well paved, clean town, ornamented with 
several genteel houses, adjoining to some of which are elegant 
gardens. The houses are covered with blue slate, which has an 
agreeable effect on the eye of a stranger. A small brook runs through 
the market-street, which is useful and commodious to the inhabitants: 
afterwards it turns several mills, in its steep descent to the river 
Lune. The church is a large and decent structure; the roof is covered 
with lead, and supported by three rows of pillars. The steeple is a 
square tower, containing six bells, the music of which we were 
entertained with at nine o'clock, they being played on by chimes every
three hours. Opposite to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road, Kendal to Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Endmoor</kw>
<kw>Crowbrow</kw>
<kw>Farleton Knott</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>mill, Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>bells, church</kw>
</note>
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the church gates is the old hall, taken notice of one hundred and 
fifty years ago by drunken Barnaby, in his <emph rend="italic">Itinerary</emph>
. It is 
still an inn, and no doubt keeps up its ancient character.
</q></p>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Veni Lonsdale, ubi cernam,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Aulam factam in tabernam;</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Nitidae portae, nivei muri,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Cyathi pleni, pacae curae;</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Edunt, bibunt, ludunt, rident,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Cura dignum, nihil vident.</emph></l>
</q></p>
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<l>I came to Lonsdale, were I staid</l>
<l>At hall, into a tavern made:</l>
<l>Neat gates, white walls - nought was sparing;</l>
<l>Pots brim-full - no thought of caring;</l>
<l>They eat, drink, laugh, are still mirth making -</l>
<l>Nought they see that's worth care taking.</l>
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On our entrance into the church-yard we were struck with the neatness 
and elegance of the vicarage house, which faced us. The pleasant 
garden adjoining, ornamented with a neat octagonal summer-house, 
commanding one of the most delightful prospects of nature, must render
this sweet retreat a happy abode to the worthy vicar.
</q></p>
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We walked through the church-yard, which is large and spacious, along 
the margin of a high and steep bank, to neat white mansion-house full 
in view, somewhat above half a mile distant, called Underley. The 
prospect was of the most amusing kind. At the foot of the steep bank 
on which we walked, being about forty or fifty yards perpendicular, 
glided the large pellucid river Lune, amongst the rocks and pebbles, 
which amused the ear, whilst the eye was entertained itself with a 
vast variety of agreeable objects. A transparent sheet of still water,
about half a mile in length, lay stretched out before us; at the high 
end of it was a grotesque range of impending rocks of red stone, about
thirty yards in perpendicular height, which had an excellent effect in
the scene, both by their colour and situation. We were told,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Barnabee's Journal</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Underley Hall</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>inn, Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
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that in winter the precipice was in some parts so glazed over with 
ice, from the water trickling down the surface, as to make it appear 
like a sheet of alabaster. From other parts of the impending rocks 
hung great and enormous icicles, which made it appear like a huge 
organ.
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After the eye had traversed over a rich and fertile vale, variegated 
with woods and country houses, the prospect was terminated with a 
chain of lofty mountains, which run in a direction from south to 
north, parallel to the course of the river. The nearest were not above
two or three miles off, and looked like the bold and surly sentries of
a legion that seemed stationed behind them. On our return we were 
amused with prospects of a different nature. The church and town 
before us enlivened the scene: some mill wheels, between them and the 
river, added an agreeable variety with their motion. The vale beneath 
seemed to dilate and expand itself: the few parts of it which were 
visible, afforded sufficient ground to the imagination to conceive an 
assemblage of the most entertaining objects. Ingleborough, whose head 
was wrapt in a cloud, stood the farthest to the south in the rank of 
the mountains which faced us.
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After breakfast, we walked by the side of the river to the bridge. The
channel is deep, the stream rapid, among rocks, the banks on each side
covered with trees of various foliage, which serve both as a defence 
and ornament. The bridge is the most lofty, strong, ancient, and 
striking to the eye of a stranger, of any I have yet seen. It is built
of freestone, has three arches (two large and one smaller) the height 
from the surface of the water to the top of the centre arch, except in
a flood, is about twelve yards. The arches are of the ribbed sort, 
which makes the appearance the more grotesque. There is no memorial of
its foundation - a negative argument of its vast antiquity. We were 
indeed amused with one anecdote of its founder, which seemed to be a 
remnant of the ancient mythology of the north, and one instance, among
many, of easily accounting for any thing that is marvellous. The 
country people have a tradition that it was
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>mill, Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Devil's Bridge</kw>
<kw>Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Lune Valley</kw>
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built by the Devil one night in windy weather; he had but one apron 
full of stones for the purpose, and unfortunately his apron-string 
breaking as he flew with them over Casterton-fell, he lost many of 
them out, or the bridge would have been much higher.
</q></p>
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From the top of the bridge the prospect down the river is delightful: 
the sides of the deep channel covered with trees, are nearly parallel 
for half a mile, and the water one continued surface, save here and 
there where a pointed rock lift up its head above the stream. We 
walked down by the side of the river about a mile, and as we proceeded
were continually presented with new prospects; while the soft murmurs 
of the river afforded a variety of different notes. The vale of 
Lonsdale dilating by degrees, presented us in succession with the 
different seats and villages that adorn it: Whittington and Arkholme 
to the west; Tunstal, Melling, Hornby and its castle, to the south; 
and Leck to the east. The brown and blue mountains of Burnmore and 
Lyth-fell terminated the view, which we could have wished had extended
still farther to the south. While we were selecting various objects 
for our amusement, we suddenly and insensibly arrived at Overborough, 
the seat of Thomas Fenwick, Esq. a modern house and one of the largest
and most elegant in the county of Lancaster: being situated on a 
rising ground, though near the river Lune, its different fronts 
command all the delightful prospects which the vale affords. During 
our excursion through the gardens and pleasure grounds adjoining, we 
were presented with views of a different sort to any we had hitherto 
enjoyed: sometimes we were embowered with woods and lofty trees - 
nothing of the adjacent country to be seen, save here and there the 
blue peak of Ingleborough, or some neighbouring mountain; till we 
crossed a broad vista, which suddenly exhibited a new and unexpected 
scene of the winding vale beneath. A stranger, in going from the hall 
to the gardens, must be struck with a surprise bordering on terror, on
viewing the profound and gloomy glen by the side of his way. The trees
which guard this steep bank prevent the eye from seeing the river 
Leck, which flows through a chasm
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Devil's Bridge</kw>
<kw>Casterton Fell</kw>
<kw>Devil, The</kw>
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Whittington</kw>
<kw>Arkholme</kw>
<kw>Tunstal</kw>
<kw>Melling</kw>
<kw>Hornby</kw>
<kw>Leck</kw>
<kw>Burnmore</kw>
<kw>Lyth Fell</kw>
<kw>Overborough</kw>
<kw>Fenwick, Thomas</kw>
<kw>Leck, River</kw>
<kw>Lonsdale</kw>
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amongst rocks at the bottom: imagination is left to conceive the cause
of the deep and solemn murmurs beneath.
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Our ideas of the beauties of art and nature were mellowed and refined 
by those of venerable antiquity. We were now on classic ground, 
Overborough being most undoubtedly a Roman station and garrison - the 
<emph rend="italic">Bremetonacoe</emph> (sic) of the emperor Antoninus, as may 
be 
collected from Tacitus and other ancient writers. Bremetonacae is 
placed twenty Roman (or eighteen English) miles north of Coccium, or 
Ribchester, and twenty-seven Roman (or twenty-four English) miles 
south of Galacum, which some antiquaries conceive to be Apulby, though
others with more probability think it was Brough: the distances 
correspond, besides the additional argument of their being nearly in 
the same direction, whether we conceive Galacum to be Apulby or 
Brough. The Roman road is easily traced from Ribchester into 
Yorkshire, running on the north side of Slaidburn, through 
Crossa-Greta, then on the north side of Tatham Chapel, through 
Bentham, to Overborough; [1] afterwards the Roman road goes through 
Casterton and Middleton, and, as some think, by Borrow-bridge and 
Orton, to Apulby. Others, and perhaps from better reasons, are of 
opinion, the road went by Sedbergh, or Sedburgh, [2] over Blewcaster, 
along Ravenstonedale-street, and through Kirkby-Stephen, to Brough or 
Burgh. For Antoninus's tenth Itinerary runs from Glanoventa or 
Lanchester, in the county of Durham, by Galacum, Bremetonacae, 
Coccium, Mancunium or Manchester, to Glenovento or Draton, in the 
county of Salop. In various places by the side of this road are high 
artificial mounts of earth, which were without doubt the stations of 
centinels, to prevent any insurrections, or being surprised by an 
enemy: they may be now seen entire at Burton-in-Lons-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Leck, River</kw>
<kw>Overborough roman fort</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Overborough</kw>
<kw>Bremetonacae</kw>
<kw>Antoninus</kw>
<kw>Coccium</kw>
<kw>Ribchester</kw>
<kw>Galacum</kw>
<kw>Apulby</kw>
<kw>Appleby-in-Westmorland</kw>
<kw>Brough</kw>
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>Slaidburn</kw>
<kw>Crossa Greta</kw>
<kw>Tatham Chapel</kw>
<kw>Bentham</kw>
<kw>Middleton</kw>
<kw>Casterton</kw>
<kw>Low Borrow Bridge</kw>
<kw>Orton</kw>
<kw>Sedbergh</kw>
<kw>Blewcaster</kw>
<kw>Ravenstonedale Street</kw>
<kw>Kirkby Stephen</kw>
<kw>Antonine itineraries X</kw>
<kw>Glanoventa</kw>
<kw>Lanchester</kw>
<kw>Mancunium</kw>
<kw>Manchester</kw>
<kw>Glenovento</kw>
<kw>Drayton</kw>
<kw>Shropshire</kw>
<kw>Tacitus</kw>
<kw>roman road</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.243.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A full account of the antiquities of Bremetonacae, or Overborough, may
be seen in a quarto volume, published by Richard Rauthmell.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bremetonacae</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Overborough</kw>
<kw>Overborough roman fort</kw>
<kw>Rauthmell, Richard</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<emph rend="italic">Chester</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">caster</emph>, is 
derived from the Latin word 
<emph rend="italic">castrum</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">camp</emph>. <emph 
rend="italic">Street</emph> is derived from the 
Latin word <emph rend="italic">stratum</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">military 
road</emph>, or 
<emph rend="italic">causeway</emph>. <emph rend="italic">Borough</emph>, or 
<emph rend="italic">Burgh</emph>, from the Greek word 
<emph rend="italic">burgos</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">watch tower</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>chester</kw>
<kw>caster</kw>
<kw>castrum</kw>
<kw>street</kw>
<kw>stratum</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
<kw>borough</kw>
<kw>burgh</kw>
<kw>burgos</kw>
<kw>watch tower</kw>
<kw>placename</kw>
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[Burton-in-Lons]dale, Overborough, Kirkby-Lonsdale, and Sedbergh. 
There are several lateral ones, as at Lune-bridge near Hornby, at 
Melling, and Wennington. On our return we had the bridge full in view 
most of the way: its antiquity and greatness made its presence 
venerable and respected. About a furlong before we arrived at the 
bridge, the town of Kirkby-Lonsdale appeared in a point of view 
peculiarly pleasing: the high walls of a gentleman's garden, which 
were between us and the town, made it like a fenced city in miniature;
the tower steeple of the church rising proudly eminent above the blue 
slated houses, with which it was on every side surrounded.
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[1] We mounted our horses at the bridge, about eleven o'clock, having 
ordered them down thither in order to save half an hour in going up 
the town for them. We travelled near the bottoms of the mountains, on 
the side of Lonsdale, along the turnpike-road, about an hour, being in
three counties in that short interval, Westmorland, Lancashire, and 
Yorkshire, and amidst a variety of entertaining prospects. The number 
of small carts laden with coals, and each dragged by one sorry horse, 
that we met, was surprising to a stranger. Many of the smaller 
farmers, betwixt Kirkby-Lonsdale and Kendal, earn their bread with 
carrying coals, during most part of the year, from the pits at 
Ingleton, Black-Burton, or properly Burton-in-Lonsdale, to Kendal and 
the neighbouring places, for fuel, and burning lime, in order to 
manure their land. These beds of coal, we were informed, are six or 
seven feet in thickness. A steam-engine was erected at Black-Burton, 
more commodiously to work their best collieries. A survey was lately 
subscribed for to be made, in order to have a canal from these pits to
Lancaster, were (sic) coals might be exported; as also to Kendal and 
Settle, which are towns much in want of fuel.
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After we had got about six miles from Kirkby-Lonsdale, to a 
public-house called Thornton Church-stile, we stopped to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>roman road</kw>
<kw>Burton in Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Overborough</kw>
<kw>Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Kirkby Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>Devil's Bridge</kw>
<kw>Sedbergh</kw>
<kw>Lune Bridge</kw>
<kw>Hornby</kw>
<kw>Melling</kw>
<kw>Wennington</kw>
<kw>coal mine</kw>
<kw>lime kiln</kw>
<kw>Black Burton</kw>
<kw>steam engine</kw>
<kw>canal</kw>
<kw>Thornton Church Stile</kw>
<kw>road, Kirkby Lonsdale to Ingleton</kw>
<kw>Thornton in Lonsdale</kw>
</note>
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If the traveller is distressed for time, and has no inclination to 
take a second view of the river Lune and its environs, he may order 
his horse to be sent to Cowan-bridge, and walk through the park of 
Borough-hall, where he may be entertained with a variety of other 
prospects.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Cowan Bridge</kw>
<kw>Borough Hall</kw>
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procure a guide, candles, lanthorn, tinder-box, &amp;c. for the purpose of
seeing Yordas-Cave, in the vale of Kingsdale, about four miles off. By
the advice of a friend, we took also with us a basket of provisions, 
which we found afterwards were of real service. When we had gone about
a mile, we were entertained with a fine cascade, called 
Thornton-force, near some slate quarries, made by the river issuing 
out of Kingsdale. This cataract had some features different to any we 
had yet seen among the lakes; but which greatly conduced to render it 
peculiarly engaging. Part of the river tumbled with impetuosity from 
the top of the stratum of huge rocks, perpendicularly, about 20 yards:
another part of it, in search of a nearer and less violent course, had
discovered a subterranean passage, and gushed out of the side of the 
precipice; when they immediately again united their streams in a 
large, rounded, deep, and black bason at the bottom. From the margin 
of this pool the view may be taken to greatest advantage: the high 
rock on the south and opposite side about a half a dozen yards higher 
than the cascade, and mantled with shrubs and ivy, leaves nothing on 
that hand for the imagination to supply. If the archetype was not in 
being, it might be thought the subterranean stream was added to the 
picture, by the ingenuity of the artist, in order to give a finishing 
stroke to the beauty of the scene. This little river is worthy the 
company of the curious tourist for about a mile along its course 
through a deep grotesque glen, fortified on each side by steep or 
impending high rocks. About a mile higher we came to the head of the 
river, which issues from one fountain called Keld's-head, [1] to all 
appearance more copious than St. Winifred's Well, in Flintshire; 
though there is a broken, serpentine, irregular channel, extending to 
the top of the vale, down which a large stream is poured from the 
mountains in rainy weather. We now found ourselves in the midst of a 
small valley, about three miles long, and somewhat more than half a 
mile broad, the most extraordinary of any we had yet seen. It was 
surrounded on all sides by
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>candle</kw>
<kw>lantern</kw>
<kw>tinder box</kw>
<kw>Thornton Force</kw>
<kw>Kingsdale</kw>
<kw>Kingsdale Beck</kw>
<kw>Twiss, River</kw>
<kw>Keld Head</kw>
<kw>St Winifred's Well</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<emph rend="italic">Keld</emph> seems the ancient Saxon or British word for 
<emph rend="italic">spring</emph> 
or <emph rend="italic">fountain</emph> and is often made use of in that sense 
in these 
parts of Yorkshire
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>keld</kw>
<kw>spring</kw>
<kw>placename</kw>
</note>
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high mountains, some of them the loftiest of any in England - 
Whernside to the south-east, and Gragareth to the north. There was no 
descent from this vale, except the deep chasm where we saw the 
cascade. It seemed opened in some distant age, either by the gradual 
effect of the washing of the river, or some violent and extraordinary 
flood bursting open the rugged barrier that pent it up. The vale above
has all the appearance of having been once a lake, from the flatness 
of its surface, and its rich soil, like a sediment subsided on the 
bottom of a stagnant water. We were informed, that the subterranean 
cascade beneath, just now mentioned, has but lately made its 
appearance, and is every day more and more enlarging. We were quite 
secluded from the world, not an habitation for a man in view, but a 
lonely shepherd's house, with a little wood, and a few inclosures near
it, called Breadagarth: it is on the north side of a high mountain, 
seldom visited by man, and never by the sun for near half a year. The 
shepherd, its solitary inhabitant, with longing eyes looks for 
returning verdure, when the sun begins to throw his benign rays on the
solitary abode. No monk or anchoret could desire a more retired 
situation for his cell, to moralise on the vanity of the world, or 
disappointed lover to bewail the inconstancy of his nymph. The soil 
seemed the deepest and richest, in some parts of this vale, of any we 
had ever observed, and no doubt is capable of great improvement. We 
could not but lament, that instead of peopling the wilds and deserts 
of North America, our fellow-subjects had not peopled the fertile 
wastes of the north of England. We have since indeed been informed, 
that a plan is in agitation for having them inclosed, when no doubt 
but it will support some scores of additional families.- While we were
musing on the many bad effects of peopling distant countries, and 
neglecting our own, we arrived at the object of this excursion, 
Yordas-cave: it is almost at the top of the vale, on the north-west 
side of it, under the high mountain Gragareth. We discovered it by 
some sheep-folds, at the mouth of a rugged gill or glen, in which we 
safely pent up our horses. In rainy seasons, we were told, a copious 
stream is poured down this gill, and a cascade falls over the very 
entrance into the cave, so as to pre-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Whernside</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
<kw>Kingsdale</kw>
<kw>Thornton Force</kw>
<kw>Breadagarth</kw>
<kw>Braida Garth</kw>
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>emigration</kw>
</note>
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[pre]vent any further approach. We were, however, favoured by the 
weather, and met with no obstacle of that nature to stop our ingress, 
but boldly entered a large aperture to the left, into the side of the 
mountain, like the great door of some cathedral. Having never been in 
the cave before, a thousand ideas, which had been for many years 
dormant, were excited in my imagination on my entrance into this 
gloomy cavern. Several passages out of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Virgil, 
and other classics, crowded into my mind together. At one time I 
thought it like the den where Cadmus met the huge serpent.-
</q></p>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Silva vetus stabet, nulla violata securi</emph>;</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Est specus in medio virgis ac vimene densus</emph>,</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Efficiens humilem lapidum compagibus arcum</emph>;</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Ubericus foecundus aquis. Hoc conditus antro</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Martius anguis erat</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Ovid's Met. <emph rend="italic">b</emph>.3. <emph rend="italic">fab</emph>
.1.</l>
</q></p>
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<l>Within this vale there rose a shady wood</l>
<l>Of aged trees: in its dark bosom stood</l>
<l>A bushy thicket, pathless and unworn,</l>
<l>O'errun with brambles, and perplex'd with thorn;</l>
<l>Amidst the brake a hollow den was found,</l>
<l>With rocks and shelving arches vaulted round;</l>
<l>Deep in the dreary den, conceal'd from day,</l>
<l>Sacred to Mars, a mighty dragon lay.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Addison</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Indeed, there wanted nothing but an ancient wood, to make one believe 
that Ovid had taken from hence his lively description.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As we advanced within this <emph rend="italic">antre vast</emph>, and the gloom 

and horror
increased, the den of Cacus, and the cave of Poliphemus, came into my 
mind. I wanted nothing but a Sybil conductress with a golden rod, to 
imagine myself, like Eneas, going into the infernal region. [1] The 
roof was so high, and
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>Ovid</kw>
<kw>Metamorphoses</kw>
<kw>Addison</kw>
<kw>Cacus</kw>
<kw>Polyphemus</kw>
<kw>Sybil</kw>
<kw>Aeneas</kw>
<kw>Cadmus</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
See Virgil's Eneid, L.3. <emph rend="italic">l</emph>.616 and L.6. <emph 
rend="italic">l</emph>.205. and L.6. 
<emph rend="italic">l</emph>.234
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Virgil</kw>
<kw>Aeneid</kw>
</note>
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the bottom and sides so dark, that, with all the light we could 
procure from our candles and torches, we were not able to see the 
dimensions of this cavern. The light we had, seemed only darkness 
visible, and would serve a timid stranger, alone, and ignorant of his 
situation,
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>To conceive things monstrous, and worse</l>
<l>Than fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceiv'd -</l>
<l>Gorgons, and hydras, and chimeras dire.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Milton</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The height of the cave was somewhat between a dozen and twenty yards; 
the breadth about the same dimension with the height; and the length 
at least fifty or sixty yards. Some of the party, who had seen both, 
thought it much more stupendous and magnificent than the famous 
Peak's-hole, in Derbyshire.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Having passed a small brook, which one of the party called the Stygian
lake, we came to the western side of the cave. It is a solid 
perpendicular rock of black marble, embellished with many rude 
sketches, and names of persons now long forgotton (sic), the dates of 
some being above two hundred years old. After we had proceeded thirty 
or forty yards northward, past some huge rocks that had at sometime 
fallen from the roof or side, and arrived at a collonade of rude massy
pillars, standing obliquely on their bases, the road divided itself 
into two parts, but not like that of Eneas, when descending in the 
realms of Pluto -
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Hac inter Elysium nobis; at loeva malorum</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Exercet poenas, et ad impia Tartarus mittit</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Virgil's En. <emph rend="italic">b</emph>.6. <emph rend="italic">l</emph>
.542.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>'Tis here in different paths the way divides;</l>
<l>The right to Pluto's golden palace guides;</l>
<l>The left to that unhappy region tends,</l>
<l>Which to the depth of Tartarus descends,</l>
<l>The seat of night profound, and punish'd fiends.-</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>Milton</kw>
<kw>graffiti</kw>
<kw>Virgil</kw>
<kw>Aeneid</kw>
<kw>Stygian Lake</kw>
<kw>marble</kw>
<kw>black marble</kw>
<kw>Pluto</kw>
<kw>Tartarus</kw>
<kw>Aeneas</kw>
</note>
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- No; they both had a divine tendency: on the right was the bishop's 
throne, and on the left the chapter-house - so called from their 
resemblance to these appendages of a cathedral. Here we could not but 
lament the devastation made in the ornaments of these sacred places; 
some Goths, not long since, having defaced both throne and 
chapter-house of their pendant petrified works, which had been some 
ages in forming. The little sascades (sic), which fell in various 
places from the roof and sides with different trilling notes, serving 
to entertain the ear with their watery music; while the eye was busy 
in amusing itself with the curious reflections which were made by our 
lights from the streams and petrifactions which appeared all around 
us. We were told by our guide, what a great effect the discharge of a 
gun or pistol would have upon our ears; but not being desirous to 
carry our experimental philosophy so far as to endanger or give pain 
to the organs of hearing, we were not disappointed in having no 
apparatus for that purpose. We followed a winding passage amongst high
and grotesque pillars, being led by the noise of a falling stream, 
till we arrived at the chapter-house. From the dome of this natural 
edifice fell a fine and clear cascade into a bason of transparent 
waters, which served in a peculiar manner to embellish the works of 
nature, in a style superior to any thing we can have in those of art. 
We were shown a low and narrow passage on one of the shelves of the 
rock near the chapter-house, which, we were informed, led to a wider 
path, extending itself into the heart of the mountain; but our 
curiosity was satisfied without crawling among the rocks besmeared 
with slime and mud.
</q></p>
<p>
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If we had not been cautioned to beware of coming out too suddenly, 
lest the quick transition from the dreary gloom of the cavern into the
glare of sunshine, should injure the sense of seeing, the curiosity 
for exploring every part in our return, now when our eyes were more 
opened, was sufficient to retard our steps, and prevent a too hasty 
egress. While we were regailing sic) ourselves with the provisions we 
had brought, we enquired of our guide, if he could furnish us with any
curious anecdotes relative to this cave. After informing us that it
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>stalactite</kw>
<kw>stalagmite</kw>
<kw>Goths</kw>
<kw>vandalism</kw>
<kw>petrifactions</kw>
<kw>reflection</kw>
</note>
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had been alternately the habitation of giants and fairies, as the 
different mythology prevailed in the country, he mentioned two 
circumstances we paid some attention to.- About fifty or sixty years 
ago, a madman escaped from his friends at or near Ingleton, and lived 
here a week in the winter season, having had the precaution to take 
off a cheese, and some other provisions, to his subterranean 
hermitage. As there was snow on the ground, he had the cunning of 
Cacus (<emph rend="italic">see Virgil's Eneid</emph>, <emph rend="italic">
b</emph>.8. <emph rend="italic">l</emph>.209.) to pull 
the heels off his shoes, and set them on inverted at the toes, to 
prevent being traced - an instance, among many others, of a madman's 
reasoning justly on some detached part of an absurd plan or 
hypothesis. Since that time, he told us, a poor woman, big with child,
travelling alone up this inhospitable vale to that of Dent, was taken 
in labour, and found dead in this cave.
</q></p>
<p>
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We now proceeded to examine the pits and chasms apparently caused by 
the water after it had has run through the cave. We ascended the hill 
a little higher, to view the gill above the cave: a stream of water 
flowed down it, which entering an aperture in the rock, we could see 
descend from steep to steep a considerable way. We made no doubt but 
it was the same stream which afterwards falls down through the roof of
the chapter-house. Here was also a quarry of black marble, of which 
elegant monuments, chimney-pieces, slabs, and other pieces of 
furniture, are made by Mr. Tomlinson, at Burton-in-Lonsdale. When 
polished, this marble appears to be made up of entrochi, and various 
parts of testaceous and piscosous reliques.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
We were persuaded to climb up to the top of the base of Gragareth, the
mountain in whose side Yordas is situated, in order to see 
Gingling-cave. It is on the edge of that flat base of the mountain, on
a green plain by the side of a brook, looking down into the vale; 
Ingleborough appearing a little to the left, or north-east of 
Breda-Garth, which was almost opposite. This natural curiosity is a 
round aperture, narrow at the top, but most probably dilating in its 
dimensions to a profound extent. The stones we threw in made an hollow
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>Virgil</kw>
<kw>Aeneid</kw>
<kw>fairy</kw>
<kw>giant</kw>
<kw>quarry, marble</kw>
<kw>marble</kw>
<kw>black marble</kw>
<kw>Tomlinson, Mr</kw>
<kw>Burton in Lonsdale</kw>
<kw>entrochi</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
<kw>Jingling Pot</kw>
<kw>Gingling Cave</kw>
<kw>Jingling Caves</kw>
<kw>hermit</kw>
<kw>Cacus</kw>
<kw>snow</kw>
</note>
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gingling noise for a considerable time. At intervals we could hear 
nothing of their descent; then again we heard them resound in deeper 
keys, till they were either immersed in some deep pool, or arrived at 
too great a distance to be heard: for there seemed a variety of 
different passages for their descent, some being much sooner 
intercepted in their career than others. Two dogs that were with us, 
and a small horse brought up by one of the party, seemed violently 
agitated, and under fearful trepidations, under horrors resembling 
those we are told the animal creation are seized with preceeding or 
during an earthquake. Though our reason convinced us of the 
impossibility of the ground falling in beneath us, we could not but 
feel many apprehensions, accompanied with sensations hitherto 
unknown.- We could not learn that any swain had ever been adventurous 
enough to be let down by ropes in the vast hiatus, to explore those 
unseen regions, either from a principle of curiosity, or to search for
hidden mines.- We were informed of some other openings into this 
mountain, of a like kind with Gingling-cave, but being at a distance, 
and of an inferior nature, we returned to Yordas for our horses, which
we had pent up in the sheep folds, and proceeding down the vale, we 
crossed over it at the bottom to Twisleton, and soon arrived at 
Ingleton.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
[1] After we had regaled and rested ourselves comfortably at the 
Bay-horse, we took an evening walk, about a mile above the town, to 
the slate quarries by the side of the river Wease, or Greta, which 
comes down out of Chapel-in-the-Dale, and joins the Kingsdale river at
Ingleton. Here we had objects both of nature and art to amuse 
ourselves with. On one
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Jingling Pot</kw>
<kw>Twisleton</kw>
<kw>Bay Horse inn</kw>
<kw>Ingleton</kw>
<kw>Wease, River</kw>
<kw>Greta, River</kw>
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
<kw>Kingsdale Beck</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.251.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
If the tourist would proceed immediately to Chapel-in-the-Dale, he may
go either below Breada-garth to Twisleton, and then turn up the vale 
to Chapel-in-the-dale; or, which is a nearer road, he may cross 
Kingsdale above Breada-garth, and ascend the mountain, pursuing a 
rough and not well-defined road, taking care to keep on the south-west
side of a swamp, near a hill, or a heap of stones called a hurder, on 
the base of Whernside, and then to turn round the west corner of the 
mountain: afterwards he must turn his course easterly, along the base 
of the mountain, till he comes to some lanes, any of which will lead 
him, by some houses, down to the chapel, in the middle of the vale 
between Whernside and Ingleborough.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Chapel-in-the-Dale</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>Braida Garth</kw>
<kw>Twiselton</kw>
<kw>Twisleton</kw>
<kw>Kingsdale</kw>
<kw>hurder</kw>
<kw>Whernside</kw>
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hand was a precipice ten or twelve yards perpendicular, made by the 
labour of man, being a quarry of fine large blue slate, affording an 
useful and ornamental cover for the houses in the adjoining parts of 
Yorkshire, Lancashire, and Westmorland: on the other hand was the 
river rolling down from rock to rock, in a narrow deep chasm, where 
there was no room for human foot to tread between the stream and the 
rugged, high, steep rocks on each side. Several pieces of the slate 
were bespangled with yellow marcasites, of a cubic form and different 
sizes; others were gilded over with the various foliages of ferns, 
pines, oaks, and other vegetables. This bed of slate runs nearly from 
south to north, by this place and the quarry near Thornton-force. Its 
length may be traced two or three miles, though about 200 or 300 yards
in breadth - and indeed, of good slate, but a few yards broad. The 
plain of the stratum is nearly perpendicular to the horizon, and may 
afford matter of speculation to the natural philosopher, as to its 
cause, whether from some melted and liquid matter being forced up 
there at the deluge, or some subsequent volcano; as it is limestone 
rock on both the east and west side of it, and apparently severed 
assunder by the weight of the western stratum separating from the 
above by its inclination to the vale beneath.- We crossed the river by
means of the broken fragments of rocks, which afforded us their rugged
backs above the surface of the water to tread on. Here we met with a 
fine field for our entertainment as botanists. There was the 
lady's-slipper, the fly-orchis, rarely to be met with elsewhere, and 
many other scarce and curious plants. We crossed over to take a second
view of Thornton-force, on the south side of the Kingsdale river, and 
followed its murmuring stream down a deep glen, fortified with high 
precipices on each side, to Ingleton; nor did we think ourselves ill 
repaid, for all the difficulties we had to encounter in our road 
amongst rocks and streams, as something new and amusing presented 
itself almost every step we took.
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Ingleton is a pretty village, pleasantly situated on a natural mount, 
yet at the bottom of a vale, near the conflux of two
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>slate</kw>
<kw>quarry, slate</kw>
<kw>marcasite</kw>
<kw>fossil</kw>
<kw>Thornton Force</kw>
<kw>lady's slipper</kw>
<kw>fly orchis</kw>
<kw>Ingleton</kw>
<kw>Kingsdale Beck</kw>
</note>
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rivers, over which are thrown two handsome arches. If the streams are 
sometimes small, the huge stones and fragments of rocks which are 
rolled down the beds of these rivers, will serve to show that at other
times they are remarkably full and impetuous. The church-yard, [1] in 
the middle of which stands a neat sacred edifice, commands a fine view
of the vale of Lonsdale, almost as far as Lancaster. The murmurs of 
the streams below sooth (sic) the ear, while the eye is selecting a 
variety of objects for its entertainment. On the back-ground are the 
lofty mountains of Gragareth, Whernside, and Ingleborough, the summits
of which, when they are not enveloped in the clouds, can scarcely be 
seen for their high intervening bases. When the top of Ingleborough is
covered with a thick white mist (or, as the country people say, when 
he puts on his night-cap) there are often strong gusts, called helm 
winds, blowing from thence to that part of the country which adjoins 
to its base. The like observation is made, by the mariners, of the 
table-land of the Cape of Good Hope, on the coast of Africa. They are 
called helm winds, from their blowing from the cloud or helmet that 
covers the head of the mountains.- Amongst other entertainments, the 
civil usuage and good accommodations we met with at our inn, 
contributed not a little to heighten the amusements and pleasures of 
the day. [2]
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Early next morning we set off for Ingleton-fells, or 
Chapel-in-the-Dale, along the turnpike-road leading to Askrig and 
Richmond. We had not travelled much above a mile before we came into 
the dale, which is about three quarters of a
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>inn, Ingleton</kw>
<kw>church, Ingleton</kw>
<kw>Lonsdale valley</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
<kw>Whernside</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>helm wind</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.253.1">
<p>
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The editor Barnaby's Journal has this distish on Ingleton -
</q></p>
<p>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Purgus inest fano, fanum sub acumine collis</emph>;</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Collis ab elatis actus &amp; auctus aquis</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>The poor man's box is in the temple set:</l>
<l>Church under hill, and hill by waters beat.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Barnabee's Journal</kw>
<kw>Ingleton</kw>
</note>
</div>
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The writer of this <emph rend="italic">Tour to the Caves</emph> was informed of 

a deep and
curious chasm on the western extremity of the base of Ingleborough, 
about the village of Caldecoates, about a mile or two from Ingleton; 
but as he did not see it himself, he has not attempted a description 
of it from tradition.
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mile broad. For near three miles it had something in its appearance 
very striking to the naturalist: there were high precipices of 
limestone rock on each side; and the intermediate vale, to a lively 
imagination, would seem once to have been of the same height, but sunk
down by the breaking of pillars, which had supported the roof of an 
enormous vault.- About three miles from Ingleton is the head of the 
river Wease, or Greta, on the left hand side of the road, only a few 
yards distant from it. It gushes out of several fountains at once, all
within twenty or thirty yards of each other; having run about two 
miles under ground, though making its appearance in two or three 
places within that distance. When there are floods, its runs also 
above ground, though not in all places, except the rains are 
extraordinary great. This the subterranean river mentioned by Dr. 
Goldsmith in his entertaining Natural history, (vol. 1st,) by the name
of Greatah.
</q></p>
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When we had gone about a mile farther, being four miles from Ingleton,
we turned off the turnpike-road to some houses near the chapel, where 
we left our horses. At first we imagined we had here met with an 
exception to the maxim of poet Butler, the author of Hudibras, viz.-
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>A Jesuit never took in hand</l>
<l>To plant a church in barren land.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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For the chapelry produceth neither wheat, oats, barley, pease, nor any
other sort of grain; nor apples, pears, plums, cherries, nor any kind 
of fruit - a ripe gooseberry was a natural curiosity in the summer 
season, in most parts of the district; even their potatoes they have 
from other places. Yet though they were destitute of these 
productions, they were blessed with others as valuable, by way of 
compensation. They abound with excellent hay ground and pastures, and 
were rich in large flocks, and herds of cattle, which enabled them to 
purchase every conveniency of life. Having little intercourse with the
luxurious, vicious, and designing part of mankind, they were 
temperate, substantial, sincere, and hospitable. We found an 
intelligent, agreeable, and entertain-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
<kw>Goldsmith, Dr</kw>
<kw>Butler, Mr</kw>
<kw>Hudibras</kw>
<kw>chapel, Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>sheep</kw>
<kw>cattle</kw>
</note>
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[entertain]ing companion and guide, in the curate, who served them 
also as school-master. As Dr. Goldsmith observes on a like occasion,
</q></p>
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<l>A man he was to all the country dear,</l>
<l>And passing rich with <emph rend="italic">thirty</emph> pounds a year.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The first curiosity we were conducted to, was Hurtlepot, about eighty 
yards above the chapel. [1] It is a round, deep hole, between thirty 
and forty yards diameter, surrounded with rocks almost on all sides, 
between thirty and forty feet perpendicular above a deep black water 
in a subterranean cavity at its bottom. All round the top of this 
horrid place are trees, which grow secure from the axe; their branches
almost meet in the centre, and spread a gloom over a chasm dreadful 
enough of itself without being heightened with any additional 
appendages. It was indeed one of the most dismal prospect we had yet 
been presented with: almost every sense was affected in such an 
uncommon manner, as to excite ideas of a nature truly horribly 
sublime. When ever we threw in a pebble, or spoke a word, our ears 
were assailed with a dismal hollow sound, our nostrils were affected 
with an uncommon complication of strong smells, from the ramps and 
other weeds that grew plentifully about its sides, and the rank 
vapours that exhaled from the black abyss beneath. The descent of 
Eneas into the infernal regions came again fresh into my imagination, 
and the following passage out of Virgil obtruded itself on my memory,-
</q></p>
<p>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Spelunca alta fuit, vastoque immanis hiatu</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Scrupea, tuta lacu nigro nemorumque tenebris</emph>;</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Quam super haud ulloe poterant impune volantes</emph></l>


<l><emph rend="italic">Tendere iter pennis: talis sese halitus atris</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Faucibus effundens supera ad convexa ferebat</emph>;</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Unde locum Graii dixerunt nomine Avernum</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>Eneid, <emph rend="italic">b</emph>.6. <emph rend="italic">l</emph>.237.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Goldsmith, Dr</kw>
<kw>Hurtle Pot</kw>
<kw>Virgil</kw>
<kw>Aeneid</kw>
<kw>ramps</kw>
<kw>wild garlic</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
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About one hundred yards below the chapel there are the ruins of an old
cave, called Sandpot; the top has apparently sometime fallen in, and 
has covered the bottom with its ruins. A large cascade is distinctly 
heard through this rubbish. If a descent were opened, no doubt but a 
subterranean passage would be discovered, leading either to the caves 
above the chapel, or, more probably, to Douk-cave, on the base of 
Ingleborough, if not to both.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Sandpot</kw>
<kw>Great Douk Cave</kw>
<kw>Douk Cave</kw>
</note>
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<l>Deep was the cave, and downwards as it went</l>
<l>From the wide mouth, a rocky, rough descent:</l>
<l>And here the' access a gloomy grove defends:</l>
<l>And there the unnavigable lake extends,</l>
<l>O'er whose unhappy waters, void of light,</l>
<l>No bird presumes to steer his airy flight:</l>
<l>From hence the Grecian bards their legends make,</l>
<l>And give the name Avernus to the lake.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Dryden</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
After viewing for some time, with horror and astonishment, its 
dreadful aspect from the top, we were emboldened to descend, by a 
steep and slippery passage, to the margin of this Avernian lake. What 
its depth is, we could not learn; but from the length of time the 
sinking stones we threw in continued to send up bubbles from the black
abyss, we concluded it to be very profound. How far it extended under 
the huge pendant rocks, we could get no information of, a subterranean
embarkation having never yet been fitted out for discoveries. In great
floods, we were told, this pot runs over: some traces of it then 
remained on the grass. While we stood at the bottom, the awful silence
was broken every three or four seconds by drops of water falling into 
the lake from the rocks above in different solemn keys. The sun 
shining on the surface of the water, illuminated the bottom of the 
superincumbent rocks, only a few feet above; which being viewed by 
reflection in the lake, caused a curious deception, scarcely any where
to be met with - they appeared at the like distance below its surface,
in form of a rugged bottom: but, alas! how fatal would be the 
consequence, if any adventurer should attempt to wade across the abyss
on this <emph rend="italic">shadow</emph> of a foundation! - While we were 
standing on the
margin of this subterranean lake, we were suddenly astonished with a 
most uncommon noise on the surface of the water, under the pendant 
rocks. It is called by the country people Hurtlepot boggard, and 
sometimes the fairy churn, as a churn it resembles. It is no doubt 
frightful to them, and would have been so to us, if we had not been 
apprized of the cause: we found it was effected by the glutting of the
surface of the water
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hurtle Pot</kw>
<kw>Dryden</kw>
<kw>Avernus</kw>
<kw>boggart</kw>
<kw>fairy churn</kw>
<kw>Hurtlepot Boggard</kw>
<kw>reflections</kw>
</note>
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against the bottom of some rocks, or passages worn into them to a 
considerable distance, when it was descending after rain, as then 
happened to be the case.- This deep is not without its inhabitants: 
large black trouts are frequently caught in it by the neighbouring 
people. Botanists find here some rare and curious plants.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
On our return from the margin of this Avernian lake, we found the 
observation of the poet Virgil very applicable,-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">... Fascilis descensus Averni</emph>:</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis</emph>;</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Sed revocare gradum, superasque evadere ad auras</emph>
,</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Hoc opus, hic labor est</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>The gates of hell are open night and day;</l>
<l>Smooth the descent, and easy is the way;</l>
<l>But to return, and view the cheerful skies -</l>
<l>In this the task and mighty labour lies.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Dryden</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
When we arrived in the superior regions, we pursued our journey about 
a hundred and fifty yards farther up a very narrow grotesque glen, 
over a natural bridge of limestone above ten yards thick, having the 
subterranean river Wease, or Greta, underneath. When we got to the 
head of this gill, we were stopped by a deep chasm called Ginglepot, 
at the bottom of a precipice. It is of an oblong and narrow form. An 
enterprising person, with a steady head and active heels, regardless 
of the fatal consequences from a false step, might leap over it. It is
filled with smooth pebbles at the bottom except the south corner, 
where there is a deep water, which, in floods, swells up to the top, 
and issues out in a vast torrent. The length of this chasm is about 
ten yards, and the perpendicular depth at the north corner, about 
twenty yards.- In our way from Hurtlepot, we could not help remarking 
the ruins of two small artificial mounts of earth, which, we were 
told, formerly served as buts (sic), when the inhabitants exercised 
themselves in the ancient military accomplishment of archery. The 
naturalist must also be entertained with the successful efforts
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hurtle Pot</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>black trout</kw>
<kw>Virgil</kw>
<kw>Gingle Pot</kw>
<kw>Jingle Pot</kw>
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
<kw>butts, Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>archery butts</kw>
</note>
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that had been made by the roots of some old ashes; to get across the 
dry and broad bed of rocks to a rich bed of sandy soil, in order to 
support their aged parents, for ever doomed to dwell on the steep side
of a barren and rugged cliff.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Returning back a little way from Ginglepot, in order to find a passage
out of this dreary glen, we proceeded about an hundred and twenty 
yards higher, when we came to Weathercoat cave, or cove [1], the most 
surprising natural curiosity of the kind in the island of Great 
Britain. It is a stupendous subterranean cataract, in a huge cave, the
top of which is on the same level with the adjoining lands. On our 
approach to its brink, our ears and eyes were equally astonished with 
the sublime and terrible. The margin was surrounded with trees and 
shrubs, the foliage of which was of various shapes and colours, which 
had an excellent effect both in guarding and ornamenting the steep and
rugged precipices on every side.- Where the eye could penetrate 
through the leaves and branches, there was room for the imagination to
conceive this cavern more dreadful and horrible, if possible, than it 
was in reality. This cave is of a lozenge form, and divided into two 
by a rugged and grotesque arch of limestone rock: the whole length, 
from south to north, is about sixty yards, and the breadth about half 
its length. At the south end is the entrance down into the little 
cave; on the right of which is a subterranean passage under the rocks,
and a petrifying well. A stranger cannot but take notice of a natural 
seat and table in a corner of this grotesque room, well suited for a 
poet or philosopher: here he may be secluded from the bustle of the 
world, though not from noise; the uniform roaring, however, of the 
cascade, will exclude from the ear every other sound, and his
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>ash</kw>
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>petrifying well</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
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The word <emph rend="italic">cave</emph> is pronounced by the country people 
<emph rend="italic">cove</emph>, 
or <emph rend="italic">coave</emph>. This hint may be of service to a stranger 
in his 
enquiries.- This cave is not above 100 yards from the turnpike-road 
from Lancaster to Richmond: it is on the left hand side of the 
twenty-second milestone from Lancaster, from whence the cascade may be
distinctly heard. The delicate and timid may neither be afraid of 
their persons or clothes, if they have no mind to descend: they may 
stand safe on the margin of either Hurtlepot, Ginglepot, or 
Weathercoat-cave. They will there see enough to astonish them, and 
imagination will supply the rest.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Hurtle Pot</kw>
<kw>Jingle Pot</kw>
<kw>rainbow</kw>
</note>
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retirement will conceal him from every object that might divert the 
eye.- Having descended with caution from rock to rock, we passed under
the arch, and came into the great cave, where we stood some time in 
silent astonishment to view the amazing cascade. The perpendicular 
height of the north corner of this cave, was found, by an exact 
admeasurement, to be thirty-six yards. Near eleven yards from the top 
issues a torrent, out of a hole in the rock, about the dimensions of a
large door in a church, conveying usually as much water as the New 
River at London. It rushes forwards with a curvature, which shows that
it has had a steep descent before it appears in open day, and tumbles 
precipitately twenty-five yards perpendicular down on the rocks at the
bottom, with a noise that amazes the most intrepid ear. The water 
sinks as its (sic) falls amongst the rocks and pebbles, running by a 
subterranean passage about a mile, when it appears again by the side 
of the turnpike road, visiting in its way the other caverns of 
Ginglepot and Hurtlepot. The cave is filled with the spray that arises
from the water dashing against the bottom; and the sun happening to 
shine very bright, we had a small vivid rainbow within a few yards of 
us, for colour, size, and situation perhaps no where else to be 
equalled. A huge rock, that had sometime been rolled down by the 
impetuosity of the stream, and was suspended between us and the top of
the cascade, like the coffin of Mahomet at Medina, had an excellent 
effect in the scene. Though the stream had polished the surfaces of 
the pebbles on which it fell at the bottom, by rolling them against 
each other, yet its whole force was not able to drive from its native 
place the long black moss that firmly adhered to the large immovable 
rocks. We were tempted to descend into a dark chamber at the very 
bottom of the cave, covered over with a ceiling of rock above 30 yards
thick, and from thence behind the cascade, at the expense of having 
our clothes a little wet and dirtied; when the noise became 
tremendous, and the idea for personal safety awful and alarming, as 
the rocks on which we stood, and every one about us seemed to shake 
with the vast concussion. We were informed, that in a great drought 
the divergency of the stream is so small, that we might with safety go
quite round the cascade. At
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
<kw>Jingle Pot</kw>
<kw>Hurtle Pot</kw>
</note>
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the bottom we were shown a crevice, where we might descend to the 
subterranean channel, which would lead us to Ginglepot, and perhaps 
much farther: we were also shown above a shallow passage between the 
strata of rocks, along which we might crawl to the orifice out of 
which the cascade issued, where it was high enough to walk erect, and 
where we might have the honour of making the first expedition for 
discoveries, no creature having yet proceeded in that passage out of 
sight of day-light: but as we were apprehensive the dangers and 
difficulties to be encountered in our progress, would not be 
compensated by the pleasure, we did not attempt to explore these new 
regions [1]. After a little rain another cascade, similar to the 
former, falls nearly from the same height on the west side of the 
cave, appearing and disappearing, with great variety, amongst the 
rocks, as if it fell down the chimney of a ruinous building, where 
several holes were made into it in the gable end. If the rains still 
increase, a large stream sets in out of the room by the side of the 
little cave; and in great floods, a vast river falls into the great 
cave, down the precipice on the eastern side. Nothing can be more 
grotesque and terrible, than to view this cave when about half full of
water: a variety of cascades issue from crannies in every quarter - 
some as small as a tap in a hogshead, and others as copious as rivers 
- all pouring with impetuosity into this deep and rugged bason. With 
their united streams they are sometimes able to fill the whole 
capacity of the cavern, and make it overflow; the subterranean 
crannies and passages of this leaky vessel not being able, with the 
increased pressure from above, to carry off the water as fast as it is
poured
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Jingle Pot</kw>
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.260.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The writer of this <emph rend="italic">Tour</emph>, in company with the owner 
of the cave,
and some others, has since been in the passage out of which the 
cascade issues, but is not able to tell how far it extends, as it was 
high and wide enough to admit passengers much farther than they were. 
The owner of the cave, and others, have been in the passage beneath, 
half way to Ginglepot: they have no doubt but it leads thither: they 
did not get so far, owing to the water deepening, more than the height
lessening. Another subterranean river, that from Gatekirk above, meets
this cascade directly underneath it, along which there is a passage, 
and which the above party, in some measure through mistake, explored, 
having missed their way in their return, and gone far beyond the 
cascade, before they were convinced of their error by the noise of the
cascade gradually decreasing.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Jingle Pot</kw>
<kw>Gatekirk</kw>
</note>
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in: but this happens only about six or seven times in twenty years 
[1].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Having satisfied our curiosity in viewing this wonder of nature, and 
moralized on the insignificancy of all human attempts in producing any
thing like it, we ascended into our native regions, and proceeded to 
another, called Douk-Cove, about a mile south, on the other side of 
the turnpike road, towards the foot of Ingleborough, whose height now 
appeared to great advantage from the nature of our own elevated 
situation. Douk-cove is something similar to that of Weathercoat, but 
not heightened so much with the vast and terrible; the cavity, indeed,
is longer and wider, but not deeper; the rocks not so high and steep, 
except on the east side, where the hawks and other birds build their 
nests, not dreading the approach of human foot. They both seem once to
have been covered over, like Yordas; but the roofs have fallen in, by 
some inundation or other accident. The stream of this cascade does not
fall above five or six yards, and is not so large as the former; 
though, like it, is immediately absorbed amongst the rocks beneath: 
the subterranean passage out of which it issues is very curious. By 
the help of a ladder we ascended, and went along it to some distance, 
by means of candles. When we had gone about forty or fifty yards, we 
came to a chasm twelve or fifteen yards in depth from the surface, 
through which we could see broad day. How far we could have proceeded 
we know not: we returned after we had been about an hundred yards. 
This would be looked on as a great curiosity in many countries; but 
after those we had seen, our wonder was not easily excited - No doubt 
but another subterranean passage might be discovered, by removing the 
rubbish at the bottom of the cave, where the water sinks.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Tour to the Caves</kw>
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Douk Cove</kw>
<kw>Great Douk Cave</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
</note>
</div>
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The owner of the cave says that it ran over in the back end of the 
year 1757 (before Christmas), in 1759, in 1771 two or three times and 
all in the back end of the year; and in February 1782, and November 
1783. But during this interval, the water has been several times near 
the top of the cave. Before it runs over, a large stream issues out of
the well before Weathercoat-house.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Weathercoate House</kw>
</note>
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We were now on the base on which Ingleborough stands, [1] and greatly 
elevated above all the western country. Our distance from the bottom, 
where the steep ascent of this high mountain begins, was about a mile,
in a direct horizontal line over rocks and pits. The fineness and 
clearness of the day, however, induced us to ascend its side, and gain
its summit. Though we had many a weary and slippery step, we thought 
ourselves amply repaid, when we got to the top, with the amusement we 
received in viewing the several extensive and diversified prospects, 
and in making our observations, as botanists and natural historians, 
on its productions and contents. All the country betwixt us and the 
sea, to the extent of forty, fifty, and sixty miles, from the 
north-west, by the west, to the south-west, lay stretched out beneath 
us, like a large map, with the roads, rivers, villages, towns, seats, 
hills and vales, capes and bays, in succession. Elevation is a great 
leveller; all the hills and little mountains in the country before us,
appeared sunk in our eyes, and in the same plain with the adjacent 
meadows. To the north-west, the prospect was terminated, at the 
distance of forty or fifty miles, by a chain of rugged mountains in 
Westmorland, Lancashire, and Cumberland, which appeared as barriers 
against the fury of the ocean. To the west, the Irish Sea extends as 
far as the eye can penetrate, except where the uniformity of the 
watery prospect is interrupted by the isles of Man and Anglesey. The 
blue mountains in Wales terminated our further progress, after we had 
traced out the winding of the coast all the way from Lancaster, by 
Preston and Liverpool. A curious <emph rend="italic">deceptio visus</emph> 
presented 
itself: all the vales between us and the sea appeared lower than its 
surface, owing to the sky and earth both apparently tending to a line 
drawn from the eye parallel to the horizon, where they at last 
appeared to meet. To the east and north, the prospect was soon
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>map</kw>
<kw>Irish Sea</kw>
<kw>Isle of Man</kw>
<kw>Anglesey</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.262.1">
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The word <emph rend="italic">Ingleborough</emph> seems to be derived from the 
Saxon word 
<emph rend="italic">ingle</emph>, which signifies <emph rend="italic">a lighted 

fire</emph>; and 
<emph rend="italic">borough</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">burgh</emph>, which 
comes originally from the Greek
word <emph rend="italic">purgos</emph>, and signifies <emph rend="italic">a 
watch tower</emph> (the labials 
<emph rend="italic">p</emph> and <emph rend="italic">b</emph> being often 
changed into each other) for here a 
beacon is erected, on which a fire used to be made for a signal of 
alarm in times of rebellion or invasion.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>ingle</kw>
<kw>borough</kw>
<kw>burgh</kw>
<kw>placename</kw>
<kw>beacon, Ingleborough</kw>
</note>
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terminated by a number of black, irregular, chaotic mountains; which, 
by their indentations and winding summits, gave us reason to believe 
they contained habitable vales between them. Their sides afford a 
hardy and wholesome pasture for sheep, and their bowels contain rich 
mines of lead, some of which are wrought with great advantage to the 
proprietors.
</q></p>
<p>
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The immense base on which Ingleborough stands, is between twenty and 
thirty miles in circumference. The rise is in some places even and 
gradual; and in others, as to the north and west, it is rugged, and 
almost perpendicular. The top is plain and horizontal, being almost a 
mile round, having the ruins of an old wall about it, from which some 
ingenious antiquaries endeavour to prove it has once been a Roman 
station, and place of great defence. Of late years it has never been 
frequented by any, except shepherds, and the curious-in-prospects, and
the neighbouring country people, who resorted to the horse races, 
which were formerly annually held on its top. On the western edge 
there are the remains of what the country people call the beacon, some
three or four yards high, ascended by a flight of steps. The ruins of 
a little watch-house is also adjoining. No doubt, in time of wars, 
insurrections, and tumults, and particularly during the incursions of 
the Scots, a fire was made on this beacon, to give the alarm to the 
country round about.- The soil on the top is so dry and barren, that 
it affords little grass, the rock being barely covered with earth: a 
spongy moss is all the vegetable that thrives in this lofty region. 
The stones on the summit, and for a great way down, are of the sandy 
gritty sort, with freestone slate amongst them: upon the base the 
rocks are all limestone, to an enormous depth. Near the top indeed, on
the east side, is a stratum of limestone, like the Derbyshire marble, 
full of entrochi. Several springs have their origin near the summit, 
particularly one on the north side, of pure and well-tasted water, 
called Fair-weather Sykes, which runs down by the side of a 
sheep-fence wall into a chasm called Meir Gill. All the other springs,
as well as this, when they come to the limestone base, are swallowed
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>hillfort, Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>horse racing</kw>
<kw>beacon, Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Fair Weather Sykes</kw>
<kw>geology</kw>
<kw>entrochi</kw>
<kw>Meir Gill</kw>
<kw>Mere Gill Hole</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>lead mine</kw>
<kw>mine</kw>
</note>
</div>
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up, and after running perhaps a mile underground, make their 
appearance once again in the surrounding vales, and then wind in 
various courses to the Lune or the Ribble, which empty themselves into
the Irish Sea.
</q></p>
<p>
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A naturalist cannot but observe a number of conical holes, with their 
vertexes downwards, not only all over the base of Ingleborough, but 
particularly a row near the summit. They are from two to four or five 
yards in diameter, and from two to three or four yards deep, except 
Barefoot-wives-hole (hereafter-mentioned) which is much larger. They 
resemble those pits about Mount AEtna, Vesuvius, and the various parts
of Sicily and Calabria, as described by Hamilton and other writers. 
What may have been the cause of them, is left for the determination of
the ingenious naturalist.
</q></p>
<p>
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The other stones and fossils on and about Ingleborough, are black and 
brown marbles, abounding with white sea-shells, sparks of spar, and 
flakes of entrochi; spars of various sorts, the stalactical and icicle
in the caves; slates, pale and brown, and near Ingleton blue; black 
shiver, Tripoli or rotten stone, blood stone, and lead ore. The soil 
on the base and sides of Ingleborough (where there is any) is chiefly 
peat-moss, which the country people get up and burn for fuel: the 
cover is in general ling or heath: other vegetables are ferns of 
various kinds; reindeer moss, and various other mosses: heleborines, 
white and red; the different sorts of sedums, crane's bills, 
scurvy-grass. bird's-eyes, various liver-worts, orchises, rose-wort, 
lily of the valley, mountain columbines, the hurtle-berry or 
bill-berry, knout-berry, cran-berry, cloud-berry, and cow-berry. The 
shrubs are mountain-vine, bird-cherry, mountain-ash, gelder-rose, 
burnet-rose, stone-bramble, red and black-currants. In the Foal-foot, 
which is the north-west corner of this mountain, are found the 
vivaperous-grass, and the rose-of-the-root, which has a yellow flower,
and is like house-leek. Near Ingleton, as was before observed, are the
lady's-slipper and fly-orchis. The chief animals found on and about 
Ingle-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Lune, River</kw>
<kw>Ribble, River</kw>
<kw>Irish Sea</kw>
<kw>pothole</kw>
<kw>Barefoot Wives Hole</kw>
<kw>Braithwaite Wife Hole</kw>
<kw>entrochi</kw>
<kw>spar</kw>
<kw>stalactite</kw>
<kw>slate</kw>
<kw>black shiver</kw>
<kw>rotten stone</kw>
<kw>blood stone</kw>
<kw>lead ore</kw>
<kw>peat</kw>
<kw>heath</kw>
<kw>fern</kw>
<kw>reindeer moss</kw>
<kw>moss</kw>
<kw>heleborine</kw>
<kw>sedum</kw>
<kw>cranesbill</kw>
<kw>scurvy grass</kw>
<kw>birdseye</kw>
<kw>liver wort</kw>
<kw>orchid</kw>
<kw>rose wort</kw>
<kw>lily of the valley</kw>
<kw>columbine</kw>
<kw>hurtleberry</kw>
<kw>bilberry</kw>
<kw>knoutberry</kw>
<kw>cranberry</kw>
<kw>cloudberry</kw>
<kw>cowberry</kw>
<kw>bird cherry</kw>
<kw>mountain ash</kw>
<kw>gelder rose</kw>
<kw>burnet rose</kw>
<kw>bramble</kw>
<kw>red currant</kw>
<kw>black currant</kw>
<kw>Foal Foot</kw>
<kw>vivaperous grass</kw>
<kw>rose-of-the-root</kw>
</note>
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[Ingle]borough, are grouse, the ring-ousle, and wheat-ear, the fox, 
mountain cat, wild-cat, pole-cat, weasle (sic), stoat, badger, and 
martin.
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The perpendicular height of this mountain above the level of the sea, 
is 3987 feet, as taken by a neighbouring country-gentleman. The 
country people are all persuaded that Whernside, on the north side of 
the vale of Chapel-in-the-Dale, is higher than Ingleborough, from snow
continuing longer on its top, and other circumstances. The elevation 
appears so nearly the same to the eye, that nothing but an exact 
admeasurement can determine this honour for these rival, soaring 
candidates. The top of Ingleborough is the first land, however, that 
sailors descry in their voyage from Dublin to Lancaster, though above 
thirty miles form the sea, which shows the great height of this 
mountain, though not an argument for its being higher then Whernside, 
which is not so well situated to be seen from the Irish Sea.
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In our return we visited the long, deep, and dreadful chasm of 
Meir-Gill, on the west side of the sheep-fence wall, running north and
south over the base of Ingleborough. It is about eighty yards long, 
but in most places so narrow that a person may stride over it, and is 
no where above two or three yards wide: in one place there is a 
curious natural bridge over it. The depth is very different in 
different places; in one place we found it an hundred feet, 
forty-eight of which were in the water. One part will admit a bold and
active adventurer down almost to the water, by a gradual but slippery 
descent. Here the shadow of the superincumbent rocks, like that in 
Hurtlepot, forms a deceitful appearance in the water: the bottom seems
not above two feet below the surface; but how fatal would be the 
attempt to wade this abyss, in quest of further discoveries, from this
shadow of encouragement! The narrowness of this crevice at the top, 
has something dreadful and alarming in it: how fatal would one false 
step prove to the unwary shepherd amongst the snow, when the mouth is 
drifted up; or to a stranger bewildered in a fog, and looking forward 
with eager eyes for some habitation or frequented path! Harmless and 
heedless
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>grouse</kw>
<kw>ring ousel</kw>
<kw>wheatear</kw>
<kw>fox</kw>
<kw>mountain cat</kw>
<kw>wild cat</kw>
<kw>polecat</kw>
<kw>weasel</kw>
<kw>stoat</kw>
<kw>badger</kw>
<kw>martin</kw>
<kw>Whernside</kw>
<kw>Mere Gill Hole</kw>
<kw>Meir Gill</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>snow</kw>
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sheep have often been suddenly swallowed up by this gaping wonder of 
nature. To say that no living creature ever came out of its mouth, 
would be a proposition too general; trouts of a protuberant size have 
been drawn out of it, where they had been long nourished in safety; 
their habitation being seldom disturbed by the insidious fisherman.
</q></p>
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A little further to the east, we came to another curiosity of nature, 
called Barefoot-wives-hole: we had noticed it in our ascent up the 
side of Ingleborough. It is a large round pit, in the form of a 
funnel, the diameter at the top being about fifty or sixty yards, and 
its depth twenty-six. It is easily descended in most places, though on
the south side there is a high rocky precipice, but is dry; the waters
that are emptied into it being swallowed up among the rocks and loose 
stones at the bottom. In our way back we also saw Hardrawkin, and some
other subterranean passages of less note, which had been formed by the
waters in their descent from the mountain adjoining to Ingleborough, 
to the vale beneath. Indeed the whole limestone base of this monster 
of nature is perforated and excavated in all directions, like a 
honeycomb. [1]
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From the Chapel-in-the-Dale we shaped our course towards the 
south-east corner of Whernside, along the road leading to the village 
of Dent. As we proceeded, the curate entertained us with an account of
some singular properties observable in the black earth, which composes
the soil in the higher parts of the vale, in various morassy places. 
It is a kind of <emph rend="italic">igneum lutum</emph>, or rather a sort of 
putrified 
earth, which in the night resembles fire, when it is agitated by being
trodden upon. The effect it produces in a dark evening are truly 
curious and amazing, Strangers are always surprised, and often 
frightened, to see their own and horses' legs be-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>sheep</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>fisherman</kw>
<kw>Barefoot Wives Hole</kw>
<kw>Braithwaite Wife Hole</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>Whernside</kw>
<kw>igneum lutum</kw>
<kw>putrified earth</kw>
<kw>Hardrawkin</kw>
</note>
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Limestone has all the appearance of having been once in a soft state, 
and easily soluble in water. This principle will account for the 
scallops on the surface of limestone rocks, being made perhaps by the 
water draining off while the stone was soft; also for the chinks and 
crevices amongst them, made by their shrinking together when dried by 
the sun. The caves themselves proceed, most probably, from a great 
part of the rock being dissolved and washed down by the streams 
pervading the different strata.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>erosion</kw>
</note>
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sprinkled to all appearance with fire, and sparks of it flying in 
every direction, as if struck out of the ground from under their feet.
They are as much alarmed with it, as the country people are with the 
<emph rend="italic">will-with-a-wisp</emph>, or mariners with the luminous 
vapour of the 
delapsed Castor and Pollux. Though the dark and dreary moor is broken 
into thousands of luminous particles, like so many glow-worms, when 
troubled by the benighted traveller, yet if any of this natural 
phosphorous is brought before a lighted candle, its splendour 
immediately vanishes, and shrinks back into its original dull and dark
state of sordid dirt. While we were endeavouring to account for this 
curious phenomenon on the principles of putrefaction and electricity, 
we arrived at the first object of this lateral excursion from the 
turnpike-road, Gatekirk-Cave. [1] The brook that runs through it forms
a fine natural bason of transparent water at its egress, where we 
entered the cave, gradually increasing in depth till about five or six
feet at the most. I believe every one present thought it resembled the
cave described by Ovid in the second of his Metamorphoses, where 
Actaeon unfortunately met with Diana and her nymphs amusing themselves
with bathing, when separated from his companions during the chase.-
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<l><emph rend="italic">Vallis erat piceis et acula densa cupressu,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Nomine Gargaphie; succinctoe cura Dianoe;</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Cujus in extremo est antrum nemorlae recessu,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Arte laboratum nulla: simulaverat artem</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Ingenio natura suo: nam pumice vivo,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Et levibus tophis nativum duxerat arcum.</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Fons sonat a dextra, tenui pellucidus unda,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Margine gramineo patulos succinctus hiatus.</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Hic Dea silvarum venatu fessa solebut</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Virgineos artus liquido perfundere rore.</emph></l>
</q></p>
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<l>Ovid, <emph rend="italic">b</emph>.3. <emph rend="italic">fab</emph>.2.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>igneum lutum</kw>
<kw>putrified earth</kw>
<kw>fire earth</kw>
<kw>will o' the wisp</kw>
<kw>glow worm</kw>
<kw>Gatekirk Cave</kw>
<kw>Winterscales Beck</kw>
<kw>Ovid</kw>
<kw>Metamorphoses</kw>
<kw>Diana</kw>
<kw>Actaeon</kw>
</note>
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A furlong or two before we arrived at Gatekirk, we paased (sic) a 
little cascade, amongst some hollow limestone rocks, which would be a 
fine embellishment to a gentleman's garden or park. All the ground 
about seemed hollow, and we saw various chasms and empty spaces 
between the strata of rocks, though none worth a particular 
description in a country abounding with such a variety of a superior 
nature.
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<l>Down in a vale, with pine and cypress clad,</l>
<l>Refresh'd with gentle winds, and brown with shade,</l>
<l>The chaste Diana's private haunt there stood,</l>
<l>Full in the center of a darksome wood,</l>
<l>A spacious grotto, all around o'ergrown</l>
<l>With hoary moss, and arch'd with pumice-stone:</l>
<l>From out its rocky clefts the waters flow,</l>
<l>And trickling swell into a lake below.</l>
<l>Nature had every where so play'd her part,</l>
<l>That every where she seem'd to vie with art,</l>
<l>Here the bright goddess, toil'd and chaf'd with heat,</l>
<l>Was wont to bathe her in the cool retreat.</l>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Addison</emph>.</l>
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Over the cave where the water flows, is another subterranean passage, 
of about twenty-four feet in length, and from three to ten in height. 
It enters the other obliquely, and looks like a natural orchestra, and
where indeed a band of music would exhibit to great advantage to an 
audience below. The roof of the cave, at the entrance by the stream, 
is about two yards high, but soon encreases to six. When we had 
proceeded out of sight of day, a new train of ideas were excited in 
our imaginations. We could not but fancy that it was like the cave of 
Polypheme, or of some giant in modern romance, who hung up the mangled
limbs of the unhappy victims that fell into his hands, to the dome of 
his murky den. From the roof were pendant large petrifactions, in 
every grotesque shape; some like hams, others like neats' tongues, 
many like the heads and various parts of different animals.- Some 
parts of this cave appeared like dreary vaults, or catacombs, where 
were deposited the reliques of ancient heroes or martyrs: some rocks 
at the bottom appeared like huge stone coffins, and some large 
petrifactions on the shelves like virgins or children represented in 
alabaster.- As we proceeded along, we met with several bye-streets or 
lanes, down some of which came tinkling little currents; but they 
seemed not to admit a passenger with ease to any great distance. As we
went along, we observed that the way divided, for a considerable part 
of the whole length, into two main streets, which united again,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Addison</kw>
<kw>Gatekirk Cave</kw>
<kw>Polyphemus</kw>
<kw>stalactite</kw>
<kw>stalagmite</kw>
<kw>Diana</kw>
<kw>giant</kw>
<kw>petrifactions</kw>
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made by the current dividing above into two streams. After we had gone
near an hundred yards, we met with an orifice which easily admitted us
above ground: we had no curiosity to explore any farther, as the roof 
was now become only some four feet high, and not admitting us with 
ease beyond this aperture. The brook which runs through this cave is 
the main stream of the river Greta, which runs under ground for at 
last two miles, making its appearance here, at Weathercoat, and a few 
other places in its way down to its open channel. The pools that are 
formed by the brook after its exit out of the cave, exhibit a pleasing
and rural scene, being shaded with rocks, weeping willows, and 
mountain ash.
</q></p>
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Having travelled a mile or two further, and passed through the little 
remote village of Winterscales, we came to the natural curiosity we 
were in quest of, Greenside-Cave: it is under the south-east corner of
the lofty mountain Whernside. The mouth was wide and high, and the 
road rugged; but the roof gradually sunk, or the bottom arose, till it
was troublesome getting along soon after we were out of the sight of 
day. A small brook ran along the bottom, as in the other caves; but 
there were none of the curious petrifactions we saw in most of them, 
to delight the eye. Churchill's description of the Caledonian cave of 
Famine, with a few alterations will convey a just idea of 
Greenside-Cave.-
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<l>This lonely cave (hard tax on Scottish pride!)</l>
<l>Shelter at once for man and beast supply'd.</l>
<l>Their snares without, entangling briers spread,</l>
<l>And thistles arm'd against the' invader's tread:</l>
<l>Here webs were spread of more than common size,</l>
<l>And half-starv'd spiders prey'd on half-starv'd flies.</l>
<l>In quest of food, efts strove in vain to crawl:</l>
<l>Slugs, pinch'd with hunger, smear'd the slimy wall.</l>
<l>The cave around with falling riv'lets rung,</l>
<l>And on the roof unhealthy vapours hung.</l>
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Near the mouth of this cave is a thin stratum of coal, not many inches
thick. Some attempts have been made to work it, but affording so small
gains, and the inhabitants being so
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gatekirk Cave</kw>
<kw>Winterscales Beck</kw>
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
<kw>Winterscales</kw>
<kw>Greenside Cave</kw>
<kw>Greensett Caves</kw>
<kw>Churchill, Mr</kw>
<kw>Caledonian Cave of Famine</kw>
<kw>coal</kw>
<kw>petrifactions</kw>
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well supplied with this article from Ingleton, it was soon deserted.- 
Being so near the top of Whernside, we ventured to ascend to the 
summit. The prospects were not diversified with many pleasing objects,
being surrounded almost on all sides with brown and blue chaotic 
mountains. We had a peep into the pleasant vale of Dent beneath us, 
which made us wish to see it all. Pendle-hill appeared over the top of
Ingleborough, which gave us a high idea of our own elevation, this 
latter mountain being much higher than the former. We were surprised 
to see four or five tarns, or pools of water, on a plain very near the
summit of Whernside. Two of them were large, being two or three 
hundred yards in length, and nearly of the same breadth (for one was 
almost circular, but the other oblong.) There was a very thin bed of 
coal almost on the top of this mountain, and we were told another 
corresponded with it on the top of great Colm, a lofty mountain on the
other side of that branch of the vale of Dent called Dibdale.- We were
told some curious anecdotes of the vast cunning and sagacity of the 
sheep-dogs in this country, in discovering the sheep that had been 
buried under large drifts of snow for some days, and that must 
inevitably have perished with hunger, or been drowned with the melting
of the that vapour, if not discovered by these useful animals.
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We now shaped our course back to Winterscales, and from thence to a 
public-house called Gearstones, by the side of the turnpike road, at 
the bottom of the mountain Cam. Here we refreshed ourselves, and left 
our horses, while we went about half a mile to the south, to explore 
another subterranean wonder of nature called Catknot-hole. The 
entrance into it is at first not above three or four feet high, but 
almost immediately increases to as many yards. We had not gone out of 
sight of day before we were obliged to wade up to the mid leg a few 
yards, through a little pool made by the rill that comes out of this 
cave. The passage grew narrower, but wide enough to walk along with 
ease, except in one or two places, where we in danger of daubing our 
clothes with a red slime. We proceeded above a quarter of a mile, when
the road grew wider, but the roof was so low that we could
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Whernside</kw>
<kw>Dent Dale</kw>
<kw>Pendle Hill</kw>
<kw>Whernside Tarns</kw>
<kw>coal</kw>
<kw>Colm</kw>
<kw>Dibdale</kw>
<kw>sheep dog</kw>
<kw>Winterscales</kw>
<kw>Gearstones inn</kw>
<kw>Cam Fell</kw>
<kw>Catknot Hole</kw>
<kw>sheep</kw>
<kw>snow</kw>
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not go on with ease and pleasure. Perhaps if we had mustered humility 
and fortitude enough to have crouched and crawled a little, we might 
have come to where the roof again would have been as high as we should
have desired. In some places there were alleys out of the main street,
but not extending to any great distance, so as to admit of passengers.
The rocks jutted out, and were pendant in every grotesque and 
fantastic shape: most of them were covered over with a fine coating of
spar, that looked like alabaster; while icicles of various shapes and 
colors were pendant from the roof - all generated by the fine 
particles of stone that exist in the water, which transudes through 
the roof and sides, and leaves them adhering to the rock in their 
descent to the bottom. The various-coloured reflections, made by the 
spars and petrifactions that abounded in every part, entertained the 
eye with the greatest novelty and variety; while, at the same time, 
the different notes made by the rill in its little cascades, and 
reverberated from the hollow rocks, amused the ear with a new sort of 
rude and subterranean music, but well enough suited to our slow and 
gloomy march. This was the longest subterranean excursion we had yet 
made; and if we might have formed our own computation of its extent, 
from the time we were in going and coming, and not from the real 
admeasurement of our guide, we should have thought it two or three 
times as long as it was - so much were we deceived in our estimate of 
a road unlike any we had ever before travelled. The romantic cascades,
pools, and precipices in the channel of the river Ribble, that runs by
the mouth of this cave, are not unworthy the notice of a stranger.
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We were in some suspense whether we should pursue the turnpike-road 
over Cam, to see the natural curiosities in Wensleydale: but as we 
learnt there was only one remarkable object of the genus of those we 
were now in quest of, Hardraw-scar, we desisted: as we should have 
lost others more valuable, which lay in a different rout (sic). The 
description, however, which was given of it by our reverend guide, was
so lively and picturesque, that its own merit will be a sufficient 
apology for its insertion.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Catknot Hole</kw>
<kw>spar</kw>
<kw>stalactite</kw>
<kw>Ribble, River</kw>
<kw>Hardraw Scar</kw>
<kw>petrifactions</kw>
<kw>Cam Fell</kw>
<kw>Wensleydale</kw>
<kw>reflections</kw>
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'Hardraw-scar is near the town of Hawes, in Wensleydale, and bears 
some distant affinity to the tremendous Gordale (<emph rend="italic">hereafter 
taken 
notice of</emph>.) The chasm is pervious at the bottom, and extends above
three hundred yards in length, fortified with huge scattered rocks on 
each side, which are in some places thirty-three yards perpendicular, 
and the intervalum above eighty. At the far end is an amazing 
cataract, which pours forth a vast quantity of water, that falls into 
a deep bason. Behind the water-fall is a deep recess, excavated out of
the solid rock. Here the spectator may stand behind the stream, secure
from its madifying effects, and may go quite round it, upon one of the
numerous <emph rend="italic">saxa sedilia</emph>, at the distance of ten yards 
from the 
water. In the year 1740, when fairs were held on the Thames, this 
cascade was frozen, and constituted a prodigious icicle of a conic 
form, thirty-two yards and three quarters in circumference, which was 
also its height.'
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After having determined to go to Settle, we had our doubt whether we 
should proceed by Ling-gill, which is a curious and romantic channel 
of a small river, having high and grotesque rocks on each side; or 
take a more western direction on the other side of the river Ribble, 
in order to see some other caves and chasms. Our taste for curiosities
of this sort induced us to adopt the latter plan. We returned about a 
mile, before we left the turnpike-road, and then turning off to the 
left, proceeding almost to the same distance, we came to Alun or 
Alumn-pot, two or three furlongs above the little village of Selside. 
It is a round steep hole in the limestone rock, about eight or ten 
yards in diameter, and of a tremendous depth, somewhat resembling 
Elden-hole, in Derbyshire. We stood for some time on its margin, which
is fringed round with shrubs, in silent astonishment, not thinking it 
safe to venture near enough to its brim to try if we could see to its 
bottom. The profundity seemed vast and terrible, from the continued 
hollow gingling noise excited by the stones we tumbled into it. We 
plummed it to the depth of a hundred and sixty-five feet, forty-three 
of which were in water, and this is an extra-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hardraw Scar</kw>
<kw>Hawes</kw>
<kw>Hardraw Force</kw>
<kw>Ling Gill</kw>
<kw>Alun Pot</kw>
<kw>Selside</kw>
<kw>Wensleydale</kw>
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[extra]ordinary dry season. As the direction of this hole was not 
exactly perpendicular, but somewhat sloping, it is very probable we 
were not quite at the bottom. A subterranean rivulet descends into 
this terrible hiatus, which caused such a dreadful gloom, from the 
spray it raised up, as to make us shrink back with horror when we 
could get a peep into the vast abyss. We were informed, that not long 
since some animals - an ox and a calf, at different times, had the 
misfortune to tumble into this dreary pit, being tempted by the 
untasted herbage to venture too far on its slippery margin. Only a low
mound of earth surrounds its brim; for a stone wall would answer no 
other purpose, than to afford the curious traveller materials to throw
in for his amusement. Any advantage arising from the skins and 
carcases of these animals, was not a sufficient inducement to tempt a 
neighbouring adventurous youth to be let down by ropes to the bottom 
of this frightful chasm.- The waters run from its bottom above a mile 
under ground, and then appear again in the open air below the little 
village of Selside.- After having excited the several passions of 
curiosity, dread, and horror, from the negative knowledge we got of 
the capacity and depth of this huge pot, we went a little higher up 
the mountain, and came to another hiatus, called Long-churn. We 
descended down till we came to a subterranean brook. We first ascended
the cavern down which the stream ran, proceeding in a western 
direction for (at least as we imagined) a quarter of a mile, till we 
came to a crevice which admitted us into our native regions. We 
measured the distance between the two extremities above ground, and 
found it two hundred and forty-one yards; but it must be nearly double
that distance along the passage below, on account of all the turnings 
and windings. The petrifactions here were the most numerous of any we 
had yet seen, few people coming either to break them off or deface 
them. When we were almost arrived at the western extremity, we came to
a fine round bason of pellucid water, from three to twelve feet deep, 
known by the name of Dr. Bannister's Hand-bason. A lofty, spacious, 
and elegant
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Alum Pot</kw>
<kw>Long Churn Cave</kw>
<kw>Dr Bannister's Handbason</kw>
<kw>petrifactions</kw>
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dome is placed immediately over it, which nicely corresponds to the 
hollow receptacle at the bottom. Into this bason a rivulet falls down 
a steep rock above six feet high, which is very dangerous to get up, 
and must be done at the expense of a wet skin, except a ladder is 
taken along with the party, or the waters are less copious than when 
we were there: there is also some danger lest the adventurer should 
fall back, and have his bones broken by circumjacent rocks, or be 
drowned in the doctor's bason. After having surmounted this obstacle, 
and proceeded some yards farther, we were favoured with an egress into
our own element, as was before observed; no unwelcome change, after 
having been so long excluded from it. After having rested ourselves a 
little, we returned to the chasm where we first entered Long-churn, 
and descending again, pursued the rivulet eastward, along another 
extensive subterranean passage called Dicken-pot, which slopes and 
winds by degrees till it enters the ghastly and tremendous Alan-pot. 
We went an hundred and fifty-seven yards along this 'antre-vast,' till
we came to a steep rock full twelve feet perpendicular. Here we 
stopped - a wise consideration. We might have descended perhaps 
without danger; but the question was, how were we to get up again; 
which, without ropes or a ladder, would be totally impracticable. At 
the far end was an elegant lofty dome, called by the country people 
St. Paul's. There is no doubt but if we had ventured further we might 
have come to Alan-pot, at least so near as either to have seen the 
water that stagnates at its bottom, or the light that is admitted into
this gaping monster of nature.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
There are several other caves, all along from hence, on the south side
of Ingleborough, above the village of Clapham, to Ingleton; but we 
postponed the pleasure of exploring these hidden recesses of nature 
till another summer. We descended from hence, along the banks of the 
river Ribble, four or five miles farther, to the village of Horton, 
situated at the bottom of the lofty and elegant mountain Pennegant. As
we went along we passed a large heap of small round stones, called an 
[hurder]
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Long Churn Cave</kw>
<kw>Dr Bannister's Handbason</kw>
<kw>Dicken Pot</kw>
<kw>Alum Pot</kw>
<kw>Alan Pot</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Clapham</kw>
<kw>Horton in Ribblesdale</kw>
<kw>Pennegant</kw>
<kw>Pen-y-ghent</kw>
<kw>hurder</kw>
</note>
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<emph rend="italic">hurder</emph>. We were told there were two others by the 
side of the 
turnpike-road, in a field called the Slights; one about a mile, and 
the other a mile and a half east of the Chapel-in-the-Dale. They seem 
evidently placed there by human hands: and what was most 
extraordinary, they were all small, round, sandy, and gritty stones, 
and all the stones on the surface of the ground near them are 
limestone. No doubt they were <emph rend="italic">tumuli</emph> of some 
deceased chieftans
in the neighbourhood, or who died on their travels.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Before we left Horton we visited some natural curiosities of the 
cavern kind on the base of Pennegant.[1] Dowgill-scar, a little above 
Horton, is a grotesque amphitheatre of limestone rocks, composing a 
high precipice, which must appear awful and grand in a flood, when a 
large torrent of water falls from the top full in view: a small 
subterranean passage was able to take all the water when we were 
there. A romantic gallery, on the north side of the rocks, had a good 
effect in the scene.- About a mile or two above Horton, upon the base 
of Pennegant, we visited Hulpit and Huntpit-holes. The one, if we 
could have descended into it, would have appeared like the inside of 
an enormous old Gothic castle, the high ruinous walls of which were 
left standing after the roof was fallen in: the other was like a deep 
funnel, and it was dangerous to come near its edges. Horton-beck, or 
brook, runs through the one, and Bransil-beck through the other of 
these pits, but through which I cannot remember: they each run under 
ground near a mile: Horton-beck appearing again at Dowgill-scar, and 
Bransil-beck at a place called Bransil-head. But what is most 
extraordinary, these subterranean brooks cross each other under 
ground, without mixing waters, the bed of one being on a stratum above
the other: this was dis-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>hurder</kw>
<kw>Slights</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>tumulus</kw>
<kw>Horton in Ribblesdale</kw>
<kw>Dowgill Scar</kw>
<kw>Horton Scar</kw>
<kw>Pen-y-ghent</kw>
<kw>Hulpit Hole</kw>
<kw>Hull Pot</kw>
<kw>Huntpit Hole</kw>
<kw>Hunt Pot</kw>
<kw>Hull Pot Beck</kw>
<kw>Horton Beck</kw>
<kw>Bransil Beck</kw>
<kw>Bransil Head</kw>
<kw>Brants Gill Head</kw>
</note>
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The word <emph rend="italic">Pen</emph> is of Phoenician extraction, and 
signifies 
<emph rend="italic">head</emph> or <emph rend="italic">eminence</emph>. It was 
first introduced into Cornwall,
where the Phoenicians had a colony, who wrought the tin mines. Hence 
we have many names in Cornwall which begin with <emph rend="italic">Pen</emph>. 

Most 
mountains in Wales begin with <emph rend="italic">Pen</emph>. In Scotland, the 
labial 
letter <emph rend="italic">P</emph> is changed to <emph rend="italic">B</emph> 
and <emph rend="italic">Pen</emph> into <emph rend="italic">Ben</emph>;
as Benlomond, Benevish, &amp;c.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>pen</kw>
<kw>ben</kw>
<kw>head</kw>
<kw>eminence</kw>
<kw>placename</kw>
</note>
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[dis]covered by the muddy water, after a sheep-washing, going down the
one passage, and the seeds or husks of oats that were sent down the 
other.- About a couple of miles from Horton, on the right hand side of
the road to Settle, is a curious stone quarry, at a place called Culms
or Coums. The stones are of a blue kind, like slate, from one to three
inches thick: some are two or three yards broad, and five or six yards
long. They are made use of for floors in houses, being sometimes laid 
over cellars, on joists: they are also used for gate-posts, 
foot-bridges, and partitions between the stalls in stables and 
cow-houses.
</q></p>
<p>
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At Stainforth, which is about three miles from Horton, and two from 
Settle, we were entertained with two cascades,- one in the Ribble, 
near the road, about six or eight yards high; and another a little 
above the village, perhaps twenty or thirty yards perpendicular.
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
About a quarter of a mile before we arrived at Settle, we turned to 
the right, along the road towards Kirkby-Lonsdale, about a mile, under
the high and romantic rocks called Giggleswick-scar, in order to see 
the well by the way-side, that ebbs and flows. We were in luck, seeing
it reciprocate several times while we were there, and not staying 
above an hour. We could not however learn with any degree of 
certainty, by what intervals of time, and to what heights and depths, 
the reciprocation was carried on. We were informed, that if the 
weather was either very droughty or very wet, the phenomenon ceased. I
have seen some philosophical attempts to solve this extraordinary 
curiosity on the principle of the syphon, but in vain; as, on that 
hypothesis, if the syphon is filled by the spring, it will flow on 
uniformly for ever. We were told by drunken Barnaby, an hundred and 
fifty years ago, that it puzzled the wits of his age.-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Hull Pot Beck</kw>
<kw>Horton Beck</kw>
<kw>Bransil Beck</kw>
<kw>Culms</kw>
<kw>Coums</kw>
<kw>Arcow Quarry</kw>
<kw>slate quarry</kw>
<kw>Stainforth</kw>
<kw>Stainforth Force</kw>
<kw>Giggleswick Scar</kw>
<kw>well, Giggleswick Scar</kw>
<kw>reciprocating well</kw>
<kw>well, ebbing and flowing</kw>
<kw>ebbing and flowing well</kw>
<kw>Barnabee's Journal</kw>
</note>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Veni Giggleswick, parum frugis</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Profert tellus, clausa jugis:</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Ibi vena prope vioe</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Fluit, refluit, note, die;</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Neque norunt unde vena,</emph></l>
<l><emph rend="italic">An a sale vel arena.</emph></l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>Thence to Giggleswick, most steril,</l>
<l>Hemm'd with shelves and rocks of peril.</l>
<l>Near to the way, as a traveller goes,</l>
<l>A fine fresh spring both ebbs and flows:</l>
<l>Neither know the learn'd that travel,</l>
<l>What procures it, sand or gravel.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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As we approached towards Settle, in our return, a white rock, like a 
tower, called Castlebar, immediately above the town, and about twenty 
or thirty yards in perpendicular height, engaged our attention. The 
precipice is partly natural, and partly a work of art. It is made 
deeper and more dangerous every day, in consequence of stones being 
got from its bottom and sides, to supply an adjoining lime-kiln.
</q></p>
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Settle is irregularly built; has a large and spacious market-place, 
and some good houses in it. Though by no means an inconsiderable town,
either for trade, riches, or number of inhabitants, it has no church 
or chapel: the church is at Giggleswick, about a mile off, which 
appeared to be the court end of the parish, consisting chiefly of 
gentlemen's houses.
</q></p>
<p>
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From Settle we proceeded eastward, over the moors and mountains, about
half a dozen miles, to Malham, or Maum, in order to see some other 
natural curiosities of the precipice and cataract kind. We had already
indeed seen so many, that our wonder could not easily be excited, 
except there were more great and terrible: as such we had them 
represented at Settle, or else we should scarce have left the 
turnpike-road; and when we saw them we were not disappointed, for 
great
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Giggleswick</kw>
<kw>well, Giggleswick Scar</kw>
<kw>Settle</kw>
<kw>Castlebar</kw>
<kw>quarry</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>Malham</kw>
<kw>Maum</kw>
<kw>lime kiln, Settle</kw>
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and terrible they are. The first was Malham-cave (or vulgarly 
Maum-cove) though it has properly nothing of the cave about it. It is 
a fine amphitheatre of perpendicular limestone rock, on the side of 
the moor, at least an hundred yards high in the middle. The rocks lie 
stratum upon stratum; and on some there are <emph rend="italic">saxa 
sedilia</emph>, or 
shelves, so that a person of great spirit and agility, but of small 
and slender body, might almost walk round. A small brook springs out 
of the bottom of the rocks; but in floods the narrow subterranean 
passage is not able to give vent to all the water, when there pours 
down a stupendous cataract, in height almost double that of Niagara. 
This is the highest perpendicular precipice I have ever seen, and I 
think not enough known and admired by travellers for its greatness and
regularity.- After pursuing our journey near a mile, by the side of 
the deep and romantic channel of the river Air, which washes the base 
of many a rugged and high precipice in its impetuous course to the 
vale beneath, we came to Gordale, the highest and most stupendous of 
them all.- The prospect of it, from the side of the opposite western 
bank, is awful, great, and grand. After viewing for some time its 
horrid front with wonder and astonishment, we were tempted to descend,
with care and circumspection, down the steep bank, on the west side, 
to this river, which being interspersed with trees and shrubs enabled 
us to rely on our hands, where we could find no sure foot-hold. The 
water being low, we met with no difficulty in stepping from one broken
fragment of the rocks to another, till we got on the other side, when 
we found ourselves underneath this huge impending block of solid 
limestone, near an hundred yards high. The idea for personal safety 
excited some awful sensations, accompanied with a tremor. The mind is 
not always able to divest itself of prejudices and unpleasing 
associations of ideas: reason told us that this rock could not be 
moved out of its place by human force, blind chance, or the 
established laws of nature; we stood too far under its margin to be 
affected by any crumbling descending fragment (and a very small one 
would have crushed us to atoms, if it had fallen upon us) yet, in 
spite of reason and judgement, the same unpleasing
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Malham Cave</kw>
<kw>Maum Cove</kw>
<kw>Malham Cove</kw>
<kw>Aire, River</kw>
<kw>Gordale Scar</kw>
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sensations of terror ran coldly through our veins, which we should 
have felt if we had looked down, though secure, from its lofty top. 
Nothing, however, fell upon us, but a few large drops, which sweat 
from out its horrid prominent front. Some goats frisked about, with 
seemingly a wanton carelessness, on the brink of this dreadful 
precipice, where none of us would have stood for all the pleasant 
vales washed by the river Air. Some lines in Virgil's Eclogues seemed 
to receive additional beauties when repeated in this grotesque scene.-
</q></p>
<p>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Non ego vos posthac, viridi projectus in antro,</emph>
</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Dumosa pendere procul de rupe videbo.</emph></l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Ecl. 1. <emph rend="italic">l</emph>.76.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>No more extended in the grot below,</l>
<l>Shall I e'er see my goats high up the brow,</l>
<l>Eating the prickly shrubs, or void of care,</l>
<l>Lean down the precipice, and hang in air.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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A little higher up is a fine cascade, where the river, striving for an
easier and gentler descent, has forced a way through the rocks, 
leaving a rude natural arch remaining above. If a painter wanted to 
embellish his drawing of this romantic scene with some grotesque 
object, he could add nothing which would suit his purpose better, if 
nature had not done the work for him.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
[1] From Gordale, we proceeded to a curious lake, called Maum or 
Malham-tarn, abounding with fine trout, upon the top of the moor; and 
from thence, by Kilsey-Crag, to Grassington, on the banks of the river
Wharf. Coming unexpectedly to the crags of Kilsey, I was a good deal 
amazed at the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gordale Scar</kw>
<kw>Virgil</kw>
<kw>Eclogue</kw>
<kw>Aire, River</kw>
<kw>goat</kw>
<kw>Maum Tarn</kw>
<kw>Malham Tarn</kw>
<kw>Kilsey Crag</kw>
<kw>Kilnsey Crag</kw>
<kw>Grassington</kw>
<kw>Wharfe, River</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
If Kilsey-crag should not be thought an object worth going six or 
seven miles to see, the best way from Gordale to Skipton will be by 
Kirkby, Malhamdale, and Gargrave.
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prospect. They are by the side of the vale along which descends the 
river Wharf. Like those at Giggleswick, they extend in a line to some 
distance; but are higher and more prominent. The road we came along 
wound down amongst these crags, so that we were presented with a full 
view of them on a sudden, which caused the greater surprize.- After 
having refreshed ourselves at Grassington, we travelled about nine 
miles farther, and came to Skipton. The country all around us is 
uneven and rugged; the vales are fertile on the surface, and the 
mountains beneath it abound with rich mines of lead. After we had 
visited the castle (which belongs to the Earl of Thanet) and the 
curious canal behind it, above the mills, which leads to the limestone
quarry, by the side of a romantic deep glen, we left Skipton. Before 
our departure we were for some time in doubt, whether we should ascend
the steep and black hill of Rombaldsmoor, and so proceed down the vale
of Wardale, one of the pleasantest in England, to Otley, and so to 
Leeds; or go by Keighley, Bingly, and Bradford, along the side of the 
new canal, and view the locks and other contrivances on this new and 
useful work of art. Most of us having been the former road, and this 
with its objects being quite new, we were induced to proceed along it.
At Kildwick, about four miles from Skipton, we passed under this 
aqueduct, where it was banked up a great height above the adjoining 
lands, at a vast labour and expense. There have been some violent 
struggles between the elements of earth and water - the mounds have 
not always been able to keep the water within its proper limits, they 
having oftener than once been broken through by the pressure on their 
sides. About a mile further, at Streeton, we could not but observe the
steep ascent and descent of the road over a hill, when a level path 
might have been made almost equally near along the side of the river. 
The inconveniences that must attend carriage in carts and waggons from
such ill-concerted roads, perhaps might suggest the expediency of a 
canal. The use and practicability of such an undertaking in a 
mountainous country, one would imagine, might give the inhabitants a 
hint to make their roads wind with easy ascents and descent
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Kilsey Crag</kw>
<kw>Kilnsey Crag</kw>
<kw>Wharfedale</kw>
<kw>Grassington</kw>
<kw>Skipton</kw>
<kw>lead mine</kw>
<kw>Skipton Castle</kw>
<kw>Thanet, Earl of</kw>
<kw>Springs Branch Canal</kw>
<kw>quarry</kw>
<kw>limestone</kw>
<kw>Wardale</kw>
<kw>Otley</kw>
<kw>Leeds</kw>
<kw>Keighley</kw>
<kw>Bingley</kw>
<kw>Bradford</kw>
<kw>Leeds and Liverpool Canal</kw>
<kw>Kildwick</kw>
<kw>Streeton</kw>
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along the sides of the vale. From Skipton to Otley, the road is 
carried up and down the corner of the steep mountain Rombaldsmoor, 
when as near a one might have been conducted along the vale beneath. 
The inhabitants might have carried to the market the produce of their 
lands, and brought coals and manure at a little expense, if this plan 
had been adopted: but the prejudices against improvements and 
innovations are not easily removed.- At Bingly we were entertained 
with the locks: there are five or six of them together, where the 
barges ascend or descend eighty or ninety feet perpendicular, in the 
distance of about an hundred yards. They are elegant and well 
finished, but seem too deep not to leak and be frequently out of 
repair.
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About four miles before we arrived at Leeds, in our way from Bradford,
we were suddenly presented with the grand and venerable ruins of 
Kirkstal Abbey, full in view from the road. We stood some minutes 
looking with silent respect and reverence on the havoc which had been 
made by time on this sacred edifice. How much soever we might condemn 
the mistaken notions of monkish piety, that induced the devotees to 
lethargic supineness, and to forsake all the social duties of life in 
order to be good men; yet we secretly revered that holy zeal which 
inspired them to exert every power in erecting structures, the 
magnitude and beauty of which might excite ideas worthy of the Deity 
to whom they were dedicated; and also reprobated that fanatic bigotry 
which suffered them to decay and go to ruin, because they were once 
inhabited by a set of christians whose manner of worship was not 
orthodox. While we were moralizing thus on religious prejudices, the 
instability of the works of men's hands, and the fading glories of 
this world, we came to Leeds.
</q></p>
<p>
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As the largeness and extent of this thriving manufacturing town, with 
all the elegant buildings in and about it are well known to you, and 
as you have seen every thing worth no-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Skipton</kw>
<kw>Otley</kw>
<kw>Rombaldsmoor</kw>
<kw>Bingley</kw>
<kw>Bingley Five Rise Locks</kw>
<kw>Leeds</kw>
<kw>Kirkstall Abbey</kw>
<kw>Reformation</kw>
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[no]tice in and near the road from thence, I shall here take my leave 
of you, and no longer tire you with a relation of the adventures and 
curiosities I met with in my summer's journey.
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
Address
</head></p>
<p>
<head>
<emph rend="italic">To the Genius of the Caves</emph>.
</head></p>
<p>
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<l>... Hail, kindred glooms!</l>
<l>Congenial horrors, hail!</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l><emph rend="italic">Thomson</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>... ... THOU Spirit dread,</l>
<l>That hoverd'st o'er this rocky region erst,</l>
<l>With burning sulphur, and volcanic streams</l>
<l>Of fire extinct, all hal! - thou, whose loud shriek,</l>
<l>'Midst scowling tempests, oft the list'ning swain</l>
<l>Hast heard aghast; oft in slow-pacing clouds,</l>
<l>That drag their sweeping trains o'er Gragareth's steep,</l>
<l>Has trac'd thy wild fantastic form. Thy steps,</l>
<l>Through many a rugged, uncouth path, well pleas'd</l>
<l>I follow. Whether, from the dread abyss</l>
<l>Of some unfathom'd cavern[1], Echo's groans,</l>
<l>With many a dreary pause between, from rock</l>
<l>To rock rebound, and break upon my ear</l>
<l>Like distant thunder;- or my rapture gaze,</l>
<l>E'en from the yew-fring'd margin, down the steep</l>
<l>Pursues the foaming cataract's[2] headlong course,</l>
<l>Till, spent and dazzled on those wat'ry hues,</l>
<l>Midway it rests, where light reflected paints</l>
<l>Each clust'ring dew-drop's glassy orb, and vies</l>
<l>With melting Iris' vernal tinctur'd bow;-</l>
<l>Or, whether, by the taper's glimm'ring ray</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Leeds</kw>
<kw>Genius of the Caves</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Jingling Pot</kw>
<kw>Thomson, Mr</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
Gingling-cave, on Gragareth.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Jingling Caves</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.282.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Weathercoat-cave, in Chapel-in-the-Dale.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>Chapel-in-the-Dale</kw>
</note>
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<l>Led on, my steps prevaded thy secret shrine,</l>
<l>Yordas, where, hid from Phoebus' garish eye,</l>
<l>With Contemplation, thy compeer, thou sit'st,</l>
<l>And, like a curtain, spread'st thy cloud of night</l>
<l>Around thy throne;- I feel, I feel thee near.</l>
<l>Full many a young idea, that ere this</l>
<l>Hath slept in silence, at thy thrilling call</l>
<l>Starts from its trance, and, kindling into life,</l>
<l>With joy and mingled awe attemper'd swells</l>
<l>My crowded soul; and ever and anon,</l>
<l>As at the wizard's call, my straining eye,</l>
<l>Quick glancing, sees a thousand fleeting shapes,</l>
<l>Scatter'd from bright-ey'd Fancy's dewy plume.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Parent of Horrors, hail! To my fix'd eye</l>
<l>Thy scared form, in these, these solemn scenes</l>
<l>Reveal'd descends; and O! more awful far</l>
<l>This great design, grav'd by fair Nature's hand,</l>
<l>These frowning rocks and mineral roofs, reflect</l>
<l>Thy semblance, than could Raphael's warmth devise,</l>
<l>Than Phidias' featur'd marble: and thy voice,</l>
<l>Borne on the panting wing of each low blast</l>
<l>That sigh's along the vault, awakes the soul</l>
<l>To feelings more ennobled than the lyre</l>
<l>Of Orpheus, or the rapture-breathing strains</l>
<l>Of Handel, e'er inspir'd. O, may I oft,</l>
<l>In this Egerian cave, Great Power, attend</l>
<l>Thy sacred presence: here with nature's self</l>
<l>Hold converse; till, by just degrees, the mind</l>
<l>Through Science's footsteps pierce the harmonious maze</l>
<l>Of scared order, and to brighter views</l>
<l>From day to day aspiring, trace at length,</l>
<l>Through all the wonders of the nether world,</l>
<l>Th' Eternal Cause; to him on raptures wing</l>
<l>Dart her swift flight, and scale the walls of heaven.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Leeds</kw>
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<head>
ARTICLE VIII.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Furness Fells</kw>
</note>
<head>
Further Account of Furness Fells;
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>eminences</kw>
<kw>objects</kw>
<kw>trees</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
OR, OBSERVATIONS ON PLACING OBJECTS ON THE EMINENCES, AND PLANTING 
TREES IN THE VALLIES SEEN IN THIS TOUR.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
BEING THE NOTE INTENDED FOR P.43.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
FURNESS FELLS, and the adjacent parts here alluded to, are so 
peculiarly distinguished with <emph rend="italic">picturesque</emph> beauty, 
that they 
deserve a more minute description. This country consists of a 
succession of mountains and vallies formed and intermixed in all the 
possible variety of rural nature. Much of the vallies, and the bases 
of most of the hills, are covered with young wood, which, at certain 
periods, is cut down and charred for the use of the neighbouring 
furnaces. On this account, the copses, which consist of various kinds 
of trees, constantly, in the summer, exhibited every pleasing colour 
of youthful vegetation. The main shoots also spring up so straight, 
and the collateral ones at such small angles with them, that they give
an uncommon idea of vegetating vigour; and when they are seen rooted 
in the different clefts of rocks, fancy will conceive them not unlike 
the stream of some fluid bursting forcibly from its prison. Amongst 
these copses are found several neat villages, houses, and spaces of 
cultivated land, which, with a number of brooks and rivers tumbling 
and tinkling among them, constitute a scene of sylvan beauty 
exceedingly lively and singular. But what still enhances the whole, is
the goodness of the highways, of which, in fine weather, it is not 
extravagant to say, in general, that they
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Furness Fells</kw>
<kw>eminence</kw>
<kw>objects</kw>
<kw>tree planting</kw>
<kw>charcoal</kw>
<kw>ironworks</kw>
<kw>coppicing</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
<kw>On Placing Objects on the Eminences</kw>
<kw>Planting Trees in the Vallies</kw>
</note>
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are more like the walks of a gentleman's pleasure ground, than roads 
for ordinary occupation. This circumstance, though in part owing to 
the peculiar goodness of the materials, is, nevertheless, much 
indebted to the neatness and public spirit of the inhabitants.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A laudable taste for adorning nature has led us from <emph rend="italic">
ornamented 
gardens</emph> to <emph rend="italic">ornamented farms</emph>, and being in the 

possession of
good roads (an essential article for the display of rural beauty) 
there seems to be but one thing wanting to make this a truly 
<emph rend="italic">ornamental country</emph>. What I mean here is, <emph 
rend="italic">artificial 
objects</emph> raised on proper parts of the mountains and eminences, 
which at every turn are presented to us through some agreeable opening
or other.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Eminences are as naturally fit places for objects intended to attract 
the distant eye, as they are for enabling the eye to survey distant 
objects. Hence, to decorate them with <emph rend="italic">columns, obelisks, 
temples</emph>, &amp;c, has the sanction of natural fitness. And if to this 
consideration we add that of the inherent beauty of the objects 
themselves, and remember, that there is nothing sets off the beauties 
of nature so much as elegant works of art; justifying motives for 
these erections can never be wanting to any one who has a taste for 
rural beauty, and is willing to accomplish as much of it as is in his 
power. But this is not all: the practice is certainly patriotic: for 
such elegant ornaments will at least naturally contribute to diffuse a
serenity and cheerfulness of mind into every beholder; and thence (if 
we may be allowed the figure) like clectrical (sic) conductors, they 
may be supposed to bring down a little of the happy placidity of 
better regions, to add to the natural quantity shooting about on the 
earth. As another motive, it may be observed, that it is pleasing, in 
any country, to see the inhabitants so much at ease in mind and 
circumstances, as to pay attention to these fanciful undertakings; and
moreover, that as a man of sense appears the more so for seeming 
conscious of the importance of what he says, so every traveller will 
conceive the better of a people, who, sensible
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>eminence</kw>
<kw>objects</kw>
<kw>column</kw>
<kw>obelisk</kw>
<kw>temple</kw>
<kw>road</kw>
</note>
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of the natural advantages of their country, are found disposed to make
the best of them.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
How these objects should be formed, or situated, must for the most 
part be determined by circumstances under the eye of taste. One thing,
however, seems worthy of particular notice in this place, which is, 
that erections of this sort would have the most grand and 
characteristic effect placed on eminences, so as to have the sky for a
back-ground. When this is the case, the hills they are raised upon 
should be bounded by agreeable lines, seen at a great distance, and 
much in sight of the principal roads [1].
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The most simple of these erections are obelisks, and properly formed 
summer-houses [2]. But a series of columns constituting a temple, or 
supporting arches, pediments, &amp;c would have by much the best effect, 
provided they were properly large, for the ordinary points of view. 
Through the openings of these columns, the sky should always give them
a striking appearance: but in an evening, if the sun set behind them, 
no spectacle of the kind could be imagined more grand and attractive, 
or more accordant with the sublimity of the surrounding mountains. 
Perforated doors and windows, in the
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>obelisk</kw>
<kw>summer house</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.286.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
If they be not intended also for a near inspection, they need not be 
of any expensive materials. Provided they be well formed in outline 
(and for the <emph rend="italic">design</emph> of which, artists of taste 
should always be
applied to) common stone and mortar will do very well.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.286.2">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This kind of summer-house should either be octagonal, or at least have
more than four sides. And if either of these sort of erections be not 
placed on very pointed hills, care should be taken to raise them 
(either by raising the earth on which they stand, or by giving them a 
high rustic base, &amp;c.) so that the sides of the hills will not prevent
a complete sight of their elevation from the principal points of 
view.- Nothing can be worse managed, than to see these objects as if 
rising beyond the top of a hill, or from the bottom of a fish-pond.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Perhaps a summer-house standing on proper rustic arches, through which
the sky might be seen, would, for the following reason, in some cases,
have good effect.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>summer house</kw>
</note>
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imitation of old Gothic ruins, it is true, would yield part of this 
effect; but their gloomy and irregular appearance renders them, in the
case before us, generally improper.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Something of this kind (on the bolder eminences particularly) seems to
be the only essential article that is wanting to perfect the rural 
beauties of this country; except, indeed, it may be thought, that a 
little more attention paid to the removal and planting of trees, would
be of use for that end; and concerning which I beg leave to lengthen 
this article with a few observations.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Trees are certainly the ornament and pride of vegetable nature. A bird
despoiled of its plumage scarcely seems more mutilated and ungainly, 
than countries and inclosures destitute of trees. They have a good 
effect planted even (in their worst situation) any-how in hedge-rows; 
but if they be lightly scattered, with taste, in proper parts of the 
inclosure itself, they become infinitely more pleasing. Hence, though 
nature has done wonders in the disposition of trees in some of her 
favourite haunts, yet still (if not in them) she may be improved upon 
in others, by the assistance of art. And let not the lips of 
Sordidness object to the purport of this hint, that if put in 
practice, it would ask some care and expense, and probably prevent the
growth of what is more profitable to the owner, and servicable to man;
for the God of nature has far from having fully proportioned the 
animals of the earth to its produce: and as he renders fruitless 
innumerable seeds of almost every vegetable and animal creature, so 
the application of a part of our care, and a portion of the earth, to 
its own ornament, is, I am persuaded, so far from being culpable or 
improper, that (in humble imitation of the divine love of beauty and 
liberality) it seems to be as much required from the pious votary of 
nature, as his admiration of what comes immediately from its own 
efforts. In both cases God is alike honoured; and honour to God is 
certainly too nearly connected with religion to make it in any case an
act of in-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>tree planting</kw>
<kw>forestry</kw>
<kw>trees</kw>
</note>
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[in]difference. Do then, ye affluent and prosperous landholders, pay 
some attention to this particular. Study the subject, through the 
medium of books and pictures; and sometimes spare, and sometimes plant
a tree for ornament's sake. And (if you think them reasonable ones) 
observe all the following remarks, humbly offered to your 
consideration. They shall be made as brief as possible.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The greatest nicety and perfection in the art of planting trees, lies 
in the use of exotics, and an ingenious mixture of foliage, in order 
to decorate, for <emph rend="italic">near inspection</emph>, the marginal views 

of a lawn,
walk, &amp;c. But if ever a fondness for agriculture, built upon a love of
simple nature and sober piety (of which there are too, <emph rend="italic">
too</emph> few 
indications in our present manners) shall turn the general taste of 
the kingdom towards <emph rend="italic">ornamented farms</emph>, such an event 
cannot be 
supposed to be suddenly brought about: hence the precepts that relate 
to this elegant part of gardening, will in this place be wholly 
unnecessary, and our attention must be confined to the management of 
larger trees, which are already found in these regions.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Scotch firs, though a favourite tree with many people, seem to require
a good deal of judgment in their use; for they may be so planted as to
injure a landscape more perhaps than they are generally seen to adorn 
it. In hanging woods (with which this country abounds) they frequently
appear to disadvantage, <emph rend="italic">however disposed</emph>. A single 
tree in this
case often looks like a blot, and a plantation like a daub; especially
in winter, when the most is expected from their verdure. The reason of
this seems to be the darkness of their colour, and the obviousness of 
their <emph rend="italic">whole</emph> form and outline: from the first 
particular they 
always attract the eye more than any thing else; and form the second, 
hurt the imagination with presenting to it only a parcel of small 
<emph rend="italic">limited</emph> streaks or patches, awkwardly <emph 
rend="italic">inclined</emph> to the 
horizon. When slightly and irregularly interspersed with woods of this
kind, they
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>tree planting</kw>
<kw>Scots pine</kw>
<kw>Scotch fir</kw>
</note>
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may now and then please from variety; but in general they come so 
forward to the eye, and at a good distance in winter so much resemble 
<emph rend="italic">yew, holly</emph>, and the like gloomy and barren looking 
trees, that 
they do a real injury to the soft and pleasing tints, which result 
from the native stems, and which, from use, best accord with the idea 
of thriving woodlands.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
For these reasons, Scotch firs look best when they are seen in large 
<emph rend="italic">horizontal</emph> plantations, on low (or at least <emph 
rend="italic">not</emph> high) 
ground; when the front only is exposed to sight (hence their depth 
backward imagined very great) and when the blue vapours of an extended
horizon are seen over their tops: in this case they have a very grand 
effect, and form a fine dark contrast to the pale and distinct 
features of the overlooking hills.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Those circular groups of trees called <emph rend="italic">clumps</emph>, are 
oftener seen 
than worthy of praise. They appear to have the best effect (if they 
must be used) for near views, or when they are found in the middle of 
a <emph rend="italic">level</emph> open vale of fine lawn or meadow; but on the 


<emph rend="italic">sides</emph> of distant hills or mountains (where they are 
seen <emph rend="italic">all
around</emph>) their appearance is truly paltry. The more smooth and 
large these eminences are, the more improper this species of ornament 
becomes; and, in short, I apprehend that the features of a lady's face
would scarcely be more injured by the mark of her thimble, than the 
features of several hills would be by these unnatural circles. At the 
same time, however, that we censure this mode of decorating mountains,
it may be proper to observe, that if they be wholly covered with wood,
or lightly interspersed with single trees, the effect will be natural 
and pleasing.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
But the most absurd decoration of these eminences in vogue, is a few 
trees planted on their top, so that the whole boles of the foremost 
ranks may be seen, down to their very roots. Trees, we know, are 
chiefly the produce of the lower parts of the earth's surface; and to 
see the roots of some above the heads of others, as it were, tier 
above tier, is not
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>tree planting</kw>
<kw>yew</kw>
<kw>holly</kw>
<kw>Scotch fir</kw>
<kw>Scots pine</kw>
<kw>tree clumps</kw>
</note>
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natural, and therefore not beautiful. Houses, which are the work of 
art, seldom look well in this form. In short, whatever be the 
circumstances of the <emph rend="italic">base</emph> of a fine mountain as to 
wood, its 
<emph rend="italic">top</emph> should either be wholly naked, or ornamented 
with one of 
those artificial erections spoken of before.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
These observations will also hold good with respect to little abrupt 
prominences, or swells, in ornamental grounds; which (if they must be 
tampered with) would receive more improvement from being encircled 
with an assortment of shrubs, over whose tops the crown of the hills 
(either plain or terminated with some agreeable erection of stone) 
might be fairly seen, than from a few large trees, planted, as we 
often find, on their summits: for where these swells are pretty 
frequent (as they mostly are in uneven countries) art is better 
applied in lowering them, as it were, <emph rend="italic">to the eye</emph>, 
than giving 
them <emph rend="italic">real</emph> additional height.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As to the avenues of tall trees, they have certainly a noble effect 
for a private walk, or the first part of an approach to a gentleman's 
seat: but, seen from distant eminences, they often betray a good deal 
of the formality of a common fence.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
To close the subject with a maxim or two more. Keep all large trees at
a good distance from every neat looking house.[1] Always consider 
extensive, unevenly-bounded forests to have an infinitely better 
effect in a landscape, than an equal quantity of trees dispersed over 
it in crowded, formally-enclosed patches. And, above all things, never
forget the superlative beauty which (for a near view) may be given to 
a park, farm, or cultivated country, by single trees lightly and 
irregularly placed out of the hedge rows.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>tree planting</kw>
<kw>avenue of trees</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.290.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Respecting <emph rend="italic">houses</emph>, I would just observe, by the bye, 

that to 
any person, save a native inured to them, buildings of <emph rend="italic">blue 


rag</emph>, without mortar, have a very mean and depressing look; and 
that, if it fall conveniently within reach, the common rough-cast of 
limestone countries, has the most neat and chearful appearance of any 
outside finish, of an easy expense, and of easy management.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>house, stone</kw>
<kw>rough cast</kw>
</note>
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The bounds of this article will not admit of more than a few leading 
remarks on this subject; but, I fancy, if the above hints were 
observed, they would be sufficient, under the influence of taste, for 
the intended purpose. And though they are thrown out more particularly
with a view to one part of the country included in this tour, yet it 
all so much alike, in several respects, that they might be attended to
with the same advantage in every other. And were these ideas verified,
I flatter myself this northern district would be worthy of being 
termed the British Arcadia, and exhibit, nearly to the utmost pitch of
the poet's fancy,
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>'An ample theatre of silvan grace.'</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Mason's English Garden</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
This to the more wealthy of its inhabitants.- To the more humble I 
will just subjoin a finishing word.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
That you are placed in one of the most beautiful districts in the 
kingdom, the number of its visitors of all ranks constantly testify; 
and you will see it is one purpose of this book to make it still more 
known. And if you be not the happiest people, the fault must be in 
yourselves; since nature has bountifully bestowed upon you every 
essential requisite of enjoyment. Be therefore content to pursue your 
innocent, though humble vocations, without letting a wish wander 
beyond your peaceful vales; and now and then turn your thoughts 
towards those particulars which annually bring among you so many 
wealthy and respectable visitors. Keep your highways in good order 
(for, as observed before, their beauty is essential to rural 
beauty[1]). Preserve your native
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road</kw>
<kw>Mason, Mr</kw>
<kw>English Garden</kw>
<kw>tourism</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.291.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The great advantage that any town receives in appearance merely from 
the letters on the various <emph rend="italic">signs</emph>, &amp;c. being 
elegantly done is 
very evident. And were the <emph rend="italic">finger-posts</emph> on the roads 

executed 
with proper taste, they might be made as ornamental as they are 
useful; and hence yield due credit to the public spirit of the 
townships to which they belong instead of being thought (as they often
are at present) lamentable indications of their ignorance and poverty.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>fingerpost</kw>
</note>
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modesty, and never let envy mar your civility. When you prune a fence 
joining to a public road, put the branches where they can be no 
annoyance[1]; and then, as you are already exemplary in many moral 
virtues, you will set a pattern of rural decency worthy of the 
imitation of several politer parts of the kingdom.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1821.292.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
It may also be here proper to remind the husbandmen and farmers of 
another slovenly practice they are frequently guilty of in most 
countries; I mean the custom of throwing <emph rend="italic">stones, 
weeds</emph>, and 
other kinds of <emph rend="italic">rubbish</emph>, from their fields, upon the 
face of the
roads, with no more regard to the seemliness of its appearance, than 
to the moral honesty of the deed. If they cannot comprehend that they 
have no more right to make use of the roads for this purpose, than of 
a neighbour's field, and that, though generally connived at, the 
practice is wrong, the surveyors would do very well to teach them this
decent piece of knowledge by the proper severities of the law.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>road</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<head>
ARTICLE IX.
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Ennerdale</kw>
</note>
<head>
Account of Ennerdale.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
IN a ride from Keswick to Ennerdale, the mountains, between whose 
bases an irregular avenue opens for the curious tourist, are more 
variegated than those in other regions of this little world of 
wonders. In the course of ten minutes' travelling, he will behold the 
most beautiful verdure climbing to the summit of one, a bushy wood 
creeping to the top of another, and the most tremendous fragments of 
rock scowling from the front of a third. The pillar challenges 
particular notice.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
If a transient storm disturb or intercept the view, which frequently 
happens in the serenest days of summer, the appearance is not only 
awful, but pleasing; and the traveller will frequently <emph rend="italic">
behold</emph> a
tempest, without <emph rend="italic">feeling</emph> it. The commotion is far 
above him; 
and where he treads, all is calm, solemn, and silent. As he approaches
the vale of Ennerdale, in whose bosom one of the most enchanting of 
the lakes is seated, he will find the rugged scenery of the country 
gradually refining; and as he winds round the foot of the Pillar, he 
will discover a vista, which cannot fail to strike the most 
indifferent observer with astonishment and pleasure.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The mountains which serve to heighten this scene, and enhance its 
surprise, are Sty-head, Honister-crag, Wastdale, the Pillar, and 
Red-pike. The Liza waters the base of the latter; and on its margin 
lies an even, level road, not formed by the hand of man, but 
presenting to the eye the appearance of a pavement. The delighted 
tourist will insensibly confine his view (though it is not in reality 
bounded by any of the lofty objects already mentioned) to the verdant 
island of Gillerthwaite, whose romantic situation must be <emph rend="italic">
seen</emph> 
- description cannot furnish an idea of its beauty.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ennerdale</kw>
<kw>Keswick</kw>
<kw>Pillar</kw>
<kw>storm</kw>
<kw>Sty Head</kw>
<kw>Honister Crag</kw>
<kw>Wastdale</kw>
<kw>Red Pike</kw>
<kw>Liza, River</kw>
<kw>Gillerthwaite</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<q rend="quote">
An essayist, in the provincial paper of this country, speaking of this
place, says, 'It forms a picture such as the canvas never presented; 
it embraces a variety so distributed as no pencil can ever imitate. No
designer in romance ever allotted such a residence to his fairy 
inhabitants - I had almost said, no recluse ever wooed religion in 
such a blessed retirement.' - 'The genius of Ovid would have 
transformed the most favoured of his heroes into a river, and poured 
his waters into the channel of the Liza, there to wander by the 
verdant bounds of Gillerthwaite - the sweet reward of patriotism and 
virtue.'
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Gillerthwaite is not, however, an island, though almost as much 
contrasted in the landscape as land with water. It is a patch of 
enclosed and apparently highly cultivated ground, on a stony desert of
immeasurable extent; for the mountains on each side of it are the most
barren in their aspect, and continue that appearance till their heads 
mix with the horizon. There are two decent farm-houses on the 
inclosure, and, from the serpentine tract of the valley, no other 
habitation of man is visible.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
From Gillerthwaite, the road already briefly described (and which a 
very little industry might make convenient for most occasions) leads 
towards the pride of the valley, once the seat of power and splendour,
of which some faint remains are yet to be traced. The place here 
alluded to is How-hall, a mansion formerly of some note. The estate, 
by purchase, came into possession of the Senhouses, and is now the 
property of Joseph Tiffin Senhouse, Esq. of Calder-Abbey.- The 
following inscription, in Saxon characters, is yet visible over the 
principal door of How-hall:-
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>'<emph rend="italic">This house was built, A.D. 1566, by William Patrickson, 

and 
Frances his wife, daughter of Sir Thomas Swinburn, one of the privy 
counsellors to King Henry VIII.</emph>'</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Liza, River</kw>
<kw>Gillerthwaite</kw>
<kw>Ovid</kw>
<kw>How Hall</kw>
<kw>Senhouse Family</kw>
<kw>Senhouse, Joseph Tiffin Patrickson, William</kw>
<kw>Swinburn, Thomas, Sir</kw>
<kw>Henry VIII</kw>
</note>
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<p>
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Within these few years, several visitors of the lakes extend their 
tour, by taking in Whitehaven, and proceeding from thence, by Cleator 
and Kinnyside, to Ennerdale Bridge; at which place guides can be 
procured, to conduct them by the best rout to Ennerdale Broad-water; 
and, if they choose, from thence to Lowes-water, Buttermere, &amp;c.- This
part of the journey (without which the tour is incomplete) cannot, 
however, be performed in a carriage; but a ride on horseback will 
amply recompence the trouble, for the scenery is delightful, and the 
objects have been pronounced (as well by many gentlemen of taste as by
artists of much celebrity) <emph rend="italic">highly interesting</emph>. Many 
such have 
ventured to prefer these views even to some of those which have 
attracted so much attention from the patrons of the fine arts.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Certain it is, the approach to the lake of Ennerdale, to Lowes-water, 
and to Buttermere, is from no other quarter so magnificent and 
captivating. The lake of Ennerdale appears in view. To the left, a 
majestic wood, rising gradually up the side of Cold-fell from the 
opposite shore of the water, imparts the most graceful ornament to the
entrance into a region perfectly different from the last. A short turn
to the right lays the whole lake and valley open to the view, and 
Herd-house presents his tawny front, as regent of the scene. The 
furniture of the lake (if the expression may be allowed) is totally 
changed: on the traveller's side (the east) the farms are stretched 
out, and exhibit a verdure seldom exceeded in the most fertile parts 
of this kingdom; and in a compass of a few miles, the number of small 
tenements seem to say with Goldsmith,
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>'<emph rend="italic">Here</emph> every rood maintains its man.'</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
On the opposite shore of this little ocean (which is frequently seen 
vexed with <emph rend="italic">little</emph> storms of short duration) the 
mountain towers
with great dignity; neither terrible nor in-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Whitehaven</kw>
<kw>Cleator</kw>
<kw>Kinniside</kw>
<kw>Ennerdale Bridge</kw>
<kw>Ennerdale Broad Water</kw>
<kw>Ennerdale Water</kw>
<kw>Loweswater</kw>
<kw>Buttermere lake</kw>
<kw>Cold Fell</kw>
<kw>Herdus</kw>
<kw>Goldsmith, Dr</kw>
</note>
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<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
[in]viting in its aspect, but suited to the serenity of the spot, 
which is calculated to inspire sentiments at once sublime and 
chearful.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The langauge of poetry never applied '<emph rend="italic">The clear mirror of 
the 
flood</emph>,' with a propriety greater than that with which, on many 
accounts, a description of this lake might adopt it: the extent of the
water is particularly calculated with the height of the adjoining 
mountain, to produce the most astonishing reflection from its surface;
and the situation of the neighbouring mountains occasions such 
frequent changes of atmosphere in the course of the summer's day (and 
at no other season, it is presumed, are these parts visited by 
strangers) that the tourist will hardly be disappointed of viewing the
picture in all its great variety of light and shade.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The following lines are an <emph rend="italic">impromptu</emph>, written by a 
gentleman in
the year 1788, who has since distinguished himself by his ingenuity, 
and at present enjoys no inconsiderable rank as an artist; we might be
justified in saying he now possesses a very honourable niche in the 
modern temple of pictorial fame - in Somerset-house.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Here let the youth who pants for honest fame,</l>
<l>By real genius led, whose classic taste</l>
<l>Delights to copy Nature, here employ</l>
<l>His pencil, and by boldest stretch of art,</l>
<l>Snatch all the transient colours of the lake,</l>
<l>That wildly on its surface mingling play.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>And let the rapture that with speed pursues</l>
<l>The flying spectacle of light and shade</l>
<l>(And, instant, strikes the canvas with their tint)</l>
<l>Direct the eye, and guide the rapid hand,</l>
<l>Quick! as the chasing clouds and glancing light</l>
<l>Reflect their image on the glassy plain.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ennerdale Water</kw>
<kw>reflections</kw>
<kw>Pillar</kw>
</note>
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<l>Now leave the varying beauties of the scene,</l>
<l>And dash the scowling mountain's brows sublime.</l>
<l>Sweep down their rugged sides, august and steep,</l>
<l>With many a furrow-mark'd, and shelving ridge,</l>
<l>And paint the pebbled margin of the flood.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>But seize! ah, seize on Pillar's lofty top,</l>
<l>That passing mist which half obscures its peak.</l>
<l>Its evanescent form no art depicts!</l>
<l>No fancy wing'd so quick to give it shape!-</l>
<l>It flies, alas! and mix'd with common air,</l>
<l>Brightens, and fades - insensibly - away!</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Describe the dread serenity that dwells</l>
<l>In all this region of romantic view,</l>
<l>Of awful silence - silence undisturb'd,</l>
<l>Save when, as gently mov'd by zephyrs bland,</l>
<l>The hedge-row mingles with its sweets a sigh;</l>
<l>Or the wing'd inmates of the wat'ry vale</l>
<l>Carol, responsive, to the general song</l>
<l>Of rising Nature. From her lap he throws</l>
<l>The richest offerings of the growing year;</l>
<l>And ev'ry tow'ring hill, and daisy'd bank,</l>
<l>Breathes choicest incense to th'Almighty Power,</l>
<l>Beneficent, whose works are only good.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l><emph rend="italic">Pictor</emph>.</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ennerdale Water</kw>
<kw>reflections</kw>
<kw>Pictor</kw>
<kw>Pillar</kw>
</note>
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</p>
<p rend="text">
Glossaries are given in the text for each page of verses, words in 
order as they are used. These are gathered into one glossary at the 
end, with the words in alphabetical order.
</p>
<p rend="text">
From the glossary words given it is possible to spot a few mistakes in
typesetting, which are shown in square brackets.
</p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE X
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Cumberland Dialect</kw>
</note>
<head>
SPECIMENS OF The Cumberland Dialect.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
(These are taken from the Poems of the ingenious and modest RELPH - an
author of some estimation in those parts, and whose Pastorals, in 
particular, are admired by all judges for their exact delineation 
(after the best classic models) of the language and manners of his 
rustic countrymen.)
</q></p>
<p>
<head>
HARVEST;
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Bashful Shepherd</kw>
</note>
<head>
OR, THE BASHFUL SHEPHERD:
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
A Pastoral, IN THE CUMBERLAND DIALECT.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>When welcome rain the weary reapers drove</l>
<l>Beneath the shelter of a neighbouring grove,</l>
<l>Robin, a love-sick swain lagg'd far behind,</l>
<l>Nor seem'd the weight of falling showers to mind;</l>
<l>A distant solitary shade he sought,</l>
<l>And thus disclos'd the troubles of his thought.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Ay, ay, thur drops may cuil my outside heat,</l>
<l>Thur callar blasts may wear the boilen sweat;</l>
<l>But ny het bluid, my heart aw' in a bruil,</l>
<l>Nor callar blasts can wear, nor drops can cuil.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Thur, these. Cuil, cool. Caller, cold. Wear, cool or allay. Boilen, 
boiling. Het, hot. Bluid, blood. Aw', all. Bruil, broil.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>glossary</kw>
<kw>Cumberland dialect</kw>
<kw>dialect, Cumberland</kw>
<kw>Harvest, or the Bashful Shepherd</kw>
<kw>Bashful Shepherd</kw>
<kw>Relph</kw>
</note>
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<l>Here, here it was (a wae light on the place!)</l>
<l>'At first I got a gliff o' Betty's feace:</l>
<l>Blyth on this trod the smurker tripp'd, and theer</l>
<l>At the deail-head unluckily we shear,</l>
<l>Heedless I glim'd, nor could my een command,</l>
<l>Till gash the sickle went into my hand:</l>
<l>Down hell'd the bluid; the shearers aw' brast out</l>
<l>In sweels of laughter; Betty luik'd about-</l>
<l>Reed grew my fingers, reder [reeder] far my feace-</l>
<l>What could I de in seek [seck] a dispert kease?</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Away I sleeng'd; to grandy meade my neame [mean];</l>
<l>My grandy (God be wud her now she's geane)</l>
<l>Skilfu' the gushen bluid wi' cockwebs staid;</l>
<l>Then on the sair a healen plaister laid;</l>
<l>The healen plaister eas'd the paanful sair-</l>
<l>The arr indeed remains, but neathing mair.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Not sae the other wound, that inward smart-</l>
<l>My grandy could not cure a bleedin heart.</l>
<l>I've bworn the bitter torment three lang year,</l>
<l>And aw' my life-time mun be fworc'd to bear,</l>
<l>Less Betty will a kind physician pruive;</l>
<l>For nin but she has skill to medcin luive.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>But how should honest Betty give relief?</l>
<l>Betty's a parfet stranger to my grief:</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Wae, woe. Pleace, place. 'At, that. Gliff, a transient view. Feace, 
face. Trod, foot-path. Smurker, smiler. Theer, there. Deail-head, a 
narrow plat of ground in a common field. Shear, reaped. Glim'd, looked
askance. Een, eyes. Gash, to cut. Hell'd, poured. Aw', all. Brast, 
burst. Sweels, swells or bursts. Luik'd, looked. Reed, red. Reeder, 
redder. Feace, face. De, do. Seck, such. Kease, case. Sleeng'd, went 
creepingly away. Grandy, grandmother. Meade, made. Mean, moan. Wud, 
with. Geane, gone. Gushen, gushing. Bluid, blood. Cockwebs, cobwebs. 
Sair, sore. Healen, healing. Arr, scarr or mark. Neathing, nothing. 
Mair, more. Sae, so. Bworn, born. Lang, long. Mun, must. Fworc'd, 
forced. Pruive, prove. Nin, none. Luive, love. Perfet, perfect.
</q></p>
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<l>Oft I've resolv'd my ailment to explain-</l>
<l>Oft I've resolv'd indeed - but all in vain:</l>
<l>A springin blush spread fast owr aither cheek;</l>
<l>Down Robin luik'd, and duice a word could speak.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Can I forget that neet, (I never can)</l>
<l>When on the clean-swept hearth the spinnels ran;</l>
<l>The lasses drew the line wi' busy speed;</l>
<l>The lads as busy, minded ev'ry thread;</l>
<l>When, sad! the line sae slender Betty drew,</l>
<l>Snap went the thread, and down the spinnel flew;</l>
<l>To me it meade; the lads began to glop;</l>
<l>What would I de? I mun, mud tak it up:</l>
<l>I tuik it up, and (what gangs plaguy hard)</l>
<l>E'en reach'd it back without the sweet reward.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>O lastin stain! E'en yet its cith to trace</l>
<l>A guilty conscience in my blushen feace.</l>
<l>I fain wad wesh it out, but never can:</l>
<l>Still fair it bides, like bluid of sackless man.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Nought sea was Wully bushfu': Wully spy'd</l>
<l>A par of scissars by the lass's side;</l>
<l>Thar lows'd, he sleely drop'd the spinnel down:</l>
<l>And what said Betty? - Betty struive to frown;</l>
<l>Up flew her hand to souse the cowren lad -</l>
<l>But, ah! I thought it fell not down owr sad!</l>
<l>What follow'd, I think mickle to repeat:</l>
<l>My teeth aw' watter'd then, and watter yet.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Springin, springing. Owr, over. Aither, either. Luik'd, looked. Neet, 
night. Spinnels, spindles. Wi', with. Sae, so. Meade, made. Glop, 
stare. De, do. Mud, must. Tak, take. Tuik, took. Gangs, goes. Pleaguy,
plaguy. Lastin, lasting. Eith, easy. Treace, trace. Blushen, blushing.
Feace, face. Wad, would. Wesh, wash. Bides, abides. Bluid, blood. 
Sackless, innocent. Wully, Willy. Par, pair. Ther, them. Lows'd, 
loosed. Sleely, slyly. Struive, strove. Cowren, crouching. Mickle, 
much. Aw all. Watter'd, watered.
</q></p>
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<l>E'en weel is he 'at ever was bworn!</l>
<l>He's free frae aw' this bitterment and scorn [scworn].</l>
<l>What! mun I still be fash'd wi' stragglen sheep,</l>
<l>Wi' far-fetche'd sighs, and things I said asleep?</l>
<l>Still shamfully left snafflen by mysel,</l>
<l>And still, stil dogg'd wi' the damn'd name o'mell?</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Whare's now the pith (this luive! the Duice ga wi't)</l>
<l>The pith I show'd whene'er we struive to beat?</l>
<l>When a lang lwonin through the cworn I meade;</l>
<l>And bustlin far behind the leave survey'd?</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>Dear heart! that pith is geane, and comes nea mair</l>
<l>Till Betty's kindness sal the loss repair:</l>
<l>And she's net like (how sud she?) to be kind,</l>
<l>Till I have freely spoken out my mind,</l>
<l>Till I have learnt to feac the maiden clean,</l>
<l>Oil'd my slow tongue, and edg'd my sheepish een.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>A buik theer is - a buik - the neame - sham faw't!</l>
<l>Something o'compliments, I think, they caw't -</l>
<l>'At meakes a clownish lad a clever spark:</l>
<l>O hed I this! this buik wad dea my wark!</l>
<l>And I's resolv'd to hav't whatever't cost.-</l>
<l>My flute; for what's my flute if Betty'd lost?</l>
<l>But if sae bonny a lass but be my bride,</l>
<l>I need not any comfort lait beside.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Weel, well. 'At, that. Bworn, born. Frae, from. Scworn, scorn. Mun, 
must. Fash'd, troubled. Stragglen, straggling. Shamfully, shamefully. 
Snafflen, sauntering. Mysel, myself. Neame, name. O' mell, of the 
hindmost (mell, a beetle). Whare's, where's. Luive, love. Ga' wi't, go
with it. Lang, long. Lwonnin, lane. Cworn, corn. Bustlin, bustling. 
Leave or lave, all the rest. Geane, gone. Nae mair, no more. Sall, 
shall. Sud should. Feace, face. Eeen, eyes. Buik, book. Theer, there. 
Sham faw't, shame befal it. Caw't, call it. 'At meakes, that makes. 
Hed, had. Wark, work. I's, I am. Hav't, have it. Whatever't, whatever 
it. Lait, seek.
</q></p>
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<l>Farewell my flute, then, yet to Carlisle fair,</l>
<l>When to the stationer's I'll stright repair,</l>
<l>And bauldly for thur compliments enquear -</l>
<l>Care I a fardin? - let the 'prentice jeer.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
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<l>That dune, a handsome letter I'll indite,</l>
<l>Handsome as ever country lad did write;</l>
<l>A letter 'at sall tell her aw' I feel,</l>
<l>And aw' my wants without a blush reveal.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>But now the clouds brek off, and sineways run;</l>
<l>Out frae his shelter lively luiks the sun;</l>
<l>Brave hearty blasts the droopin barley dry:</l>
<l>The lads are gaen to sheer, and sae mun I.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Stright, straight. Bauldly, boldly. Thur, these. Enquear, enquire. 
Fardin, farthing. Dune, done. 'At sall, that shall. Aw' all. Brek, 
break. Sineways, sundry ways. Frae, from. Luiks, looks. Droopin, 
drooping. Gaen, gone. Shear, reap. Sae mun, so must.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>Horace bk.4 ode 7</kw>
</note>
<head>
HORACE, BOOK 2 (sic), ODE 7. TRANSLATED IN THE CUMBERLAND DIALECT.
</head></p>
<p>
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<l>The snaw has left the fells., and fled;</l>
<l>Their tops i' green the trees hav' cled;</l>
<l>The grund wi' sindry flowers is sawn;</l>
<l>And to their stint the becks are fawn:</l>
<l>Nor fear the nyhphs (sic) and graces mair</l>
<l>To dance it in the meadows bare.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Snaw, snow. Fells, mountains. I' green, in green. Hev' cled, have 
clad. Grund, ground. Wi', with. Sindry, sundry. Sawn, sown. Stint, 
usual measure. Becks, rivulets or small brooks. Fawn, fallen. Mair, 
more.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Horace</kw>
<kw>Odes</kw>
</note>
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<l>The year, 'at slips sae fast away,</l>
<l>Whispers we mun net think to stay;</l>
<l>The spring suin thows the winter frost;</l>
<l>To meet the spring does simmer post;</l>
<l>Frae simmer, autumn clicks the hauld.</l>
<l>And back at yence is winter cauld.</l>
<l>Yit muins off-hand meake up the loss:</l>
<l>But soon as we the watter cross,</l>
<l>To Tullus great, Eneas guid,</l>
<l>We're dust and shadows without bluid.</l>
<l>And whae, Torquatus, can be sworn,</l>
<l>'At thame abuin 'ill grant to-mworn?</l>
<l>Leeve, than; what's war't i' murry cheer,</l>
<l>Frae thankless heirs is gitten clear.</l>
<l>When Death, my friend, yence ligs ye fast,</l>
<l>And Minus just your duim has past,</l>
<l>Your reace, and wit, and worth, I'll mak</l>
<l>But a peer shift to bring you back.</l>
<l>Diana, (she's a goddess, tee)</l>
<l>Gits not Hippolitus set free;</l>
<l>Can never brek Pirithous' chyne.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
GLOSSARY.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
'At slips, that slips. Mun net, must not. Suin, soon. Thows, thaws. 
Simmer, summer. Clicks, catches or snatches away. Hauld, hold. Yence, 
once. Cauld, cold. Yit, yet. Muins, moons. Meake, make. Suin, soon. 
Watter, water. Guid, good. Whae, who. 'At thame abuin, that them 
above. 'Ill, will. To-mworn, to-morrow. Leeve than, live then. War't, 
laid out or expended. 'I murry, in merry. Gitten, got or gotten. Ligs,
lays. Minus, Minos. Duim, doom. Reace, race. Peer, poor. Tee, too. 
Chyne, chain.
</q></p>
</div>
<div type="section">
<head>
Glossary for the Examples of Cumberland Dialect
</head>
<p rend="text">
Some, too many, of the entries in the glossaries simply show a 
different pronunciation of an ordinary word rather than a dialect word
(pleace/place). Some entries explain an ordinary word by another 
(gash/cut); excepting that I am uncertain what is an ordinary word in 
the late 18th century.
</p>
<p rend="inset">

</p>
<p rend="inset">
aither = either
</p>
<p rend="inset">
arr = scarr or mark
</p>
<p rend="inset">
'at = that
</p>
<p rend="inset">
'at meakes = that makes
</p>
<p rend="inset">
'at sall = that shall
</p>
<p rend="inset">
'at slips = that slips
</p>
<p rend="inset">
'at thame abuin = that them above
</p>
<p rend="inset">
aw = all
</p>
<p rend="inset">
aw' = all
</p>
<p rend="inset">
bauldly = boldly
</p>
<p rend="inset">
bides = abides
</p>
<p rend="inset">
bluid = blood
</p>
<p rend="inset">
blushen = blushing
</p>
<p rend="inset">
boilen = boiling
</p>
<p rend="inset">
brast = burst
</p>
<p rend="inset">
brek = break
</p>
<p rend="inset">
bruil = broil
</p>
<p rend="inset">
buik = book
</p>
<p rend="inset">
bustlin = bustling
</p>
<p rend="inset">
bworn = born
</p>
<p rend="inset">
callar = cold
</p>
<p rend="inset">
cauld = cold
</p>
<p rend="inset">
caw't = call it
</p>
<p rend="inset">
chyne = chain
</p>
<p rend="inset">
clicks = catches or snatches away
</p>
<p rend="inset">
cockwebs = cobwebs
</p>
<p rend="inset">
cowren = crouching
</p>
<p rend="inset">
cuil = cool
</p>
<p rend="inset">
cworn = corn
</p>
<p rend="inset">
de = do
</p>
<p rend="inset">
deail-head = a narrow plat of ground in a common field
</p>
<p rend="inset">
droopin = drooping
</p>
<p rend="inset">
duim = doom
</p>
<p rend="inset">
dune = done
</p>
<p rend="inset">
een = eyes
</p>
<p rend="inset">
eith = easy
</p>
<p rend="inset">
enquear = enquire
</p>
<p rend="inset">
fardin = farthing
</p>
<p rend="inset">
fash'd = troubled
</p>
<p rend="inset">
feace = face
</p>
<p rend="inset">
frae = from
</p>
<p rend="inset">
fworc'd = forced
</p>
<p rend="inset">
ga' wi't = go with it
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gaen = gone
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gangs = goes
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gash = to cut
</p>
<p rend="inset">
geane = gone
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gitten = got or gotten
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gliff = a transient view
</p>
<p rend="inset">
glim'd = looked askance
</p>
<p rend="inset">
glop = stare
</p>
<p rend="inset">
grandy = grandmother
</p>
<p rend="inset">
guid = good
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gushen = gushing
</p>
<p rend="inset">
hauld = hold
</p>
<p rend="inset">
hav't = have it
</p>
<p rend="inset">
healen = healing
</p>
<p rend="inset">
hed = had
</p>
<p rend="inset">
hell'd = poured
</p>
<p rend="inset">
het = hot
</p>
<p rend="inset">
i' murry = in merry
</p>
<p rend="inset">
'ill = will
</p>
<p rend="inset">
I's = I am
</p>
<p rend="inset">
kease = case
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lait = seek
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lang = long
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lastin = lasting
</p>
<p rend="inset">
leave or lave = all the rest
</p>
<p rend="inset">
leeve than = live then
</p>
<p rend="inset">
ligs = lays
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lows'd = loosed
</p>
<p rend="inset">
luik'd = looked
</p>
<p rend="inset">
luiks = looks
</p>
<p rend="inset">
luive = love
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lwonnin = lane
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mair = more
</p>
<p rend="inset">
meade = made
</p>
<p rend="inset">
meake = make
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mean = moan
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mickle = much
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Minus = Minos
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mud = must
</p>
<p rend="inset">
muins = moons
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mun = must
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mun net = must not
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mysel = myself
</p>
<p rend="inset">
nae mair = no moor
</p>
<p rend="inset">
neame = name
</p>
<p rend="inset">
neathing = nothing
</p>
<p rend="inset">
neet = night
</p>
<p rend="inset">
nin = none
</p>
<p rend="inset">
o'mell = of the hindmost (mell, a beetle)
</p>
<p rend="inset">
owr = over
</p>
<p rend="inset">
par = pair
</p>
<p rend="inset">
parfet = perfect
</p>
<p rend="inset">
peer = poor
</p>
<p rend="inset">
pleace = place
</p>
<p rend="inset">
pleaguy = plaguy
</p>
<p rend="inset">
pruive = prove
</p>
<p rend="inset">
reace = race
</p>
<p rend="inset">
reed = red
</p>
<p rend="inset">
reeder = redder
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sackless = innocent
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sae mun = so must
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sae = so
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sair = sore
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sall = shall
</p>
<p rend="inset">
scworn = scorn
</p>
<p rend="inset">
seck = such
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sham faw't = shame befall it
</p>
<p rend="inset">
shamfully = shamefully
</p>
<p rend="inset">
shear = reap
</p>
<p rend="inset">
simmer = summer
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sineways = sundry ways
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sleely = slyly
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sleeng'd = went creepingly away
</p>
<p rend="inset">
smurker = smiler
</p>
<p rend="inset">
snafflen = sauntering
</p>
<p rend="inset">
spinnels = spindles
</p>
<p rend="inset">
springin = springing
</p>
<p rend="inset">
stragglen = straggling
</p>
<p rend="inset">
stright = straight
</p>
<p rend="inset">
struive = strove
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sud = should
</p>
<p rend="inset">
suin = soon
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sweels = swells or bursts
</p>
<p rend="inset">
tak = take
</p>
<p rend="inset">
tee = too
</p>
<p rend="inset">
thar = them
</p>
<p rend="inset">
theer = there
</p>
<p rend="inset">
thows = thaws
</p>
<p rend="inset">
thur = these
</p>
<p rend="inset">
to-mworn = tomorrow
</p>
<p rend="inset">
treace = trace
</p>
<p rend="inset">
trod = foot-path
</p>
<p rend="inset">
tuik = took
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wad = would
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wae = woe
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wark = work
</p>
<p rend="inset">
war't = laid out or expended
</p>
<p rend="inset">
watter'd = watered
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wear = cool or allay
</p>
<p rend="inset">
weel = well
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wesh = wash
</p>
<p rend="inset">
whae = who
</p>
<p rend="inset">
whare's = where's
</p>
<p rend="inset">
whatever't = whatever it
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wi' = with
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wud = with
</p>
<p rend="inset">
Wully = Willy
</p>
<p rend="inset">
yence = once
</p>
<p rend="inset">
yit = yet
</p>
<p rend="text">
Perhaps the more interesting words are:-
</p>
<p rend="inset">

</p>
<p rend="inset">
abuin = above
</p>
<p rend="inset">
arr = scarr or mark
</p>
<p rend="inset">
callar = cold
</p>
<p rend="inset">
clicks = catches or snatches away
</p>
<p rend="inset">
cockwebs = cobwebs
</p>
<p rend="inset">
deail-head = a narrow plat of ground in a common field
</p>
<p rend="inset">
eith = easy
</p>
<p rend="inset">
fash'd = troubled
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gangs = goes
</p>
<p rend="inset">
gliff = a transient view
</p>
<p rend="inset">
glim'd = looked askance
</p>
<p rend="inset">
glop = stare
</p>
<p rend="inset">
grandy = grandmother
</p>
<p rend="inset">
hell'd = poured
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lait = seek
</p>
<p rend="inset">
leave or lave = all the rest
</p>
<p rend="inset">
ligs = lays
</p>
<p rend="inset">
lwonnin = lane
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mickle = much
</p>
<p rend="inset">
mun = must
</p>
<p rend="inset">
o'mell = of the hindmost (mell, a beetle)
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sackless = innocent
</p>
<p rend="inset">
shear = reap
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sineways = sundry ways
</p>
<p rend="inset">
sleeng'd = went creepingly away
</p>
<p rend="inset">
smurker = smiler
</p>
<p rend="inset">
snafflen = sauntering
</p>
<p rend="inset">
trod = foot-path
</p>
<p rend="inset">
war't = laid out or expended
</p>
<p rend="inset">
wear = cool or allay
</p>
<p rend="inset">
yence = once
</p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>glossary</kw>
<kw>dialect, Cumberland</kw>
<kw>Cumberland dialect</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE XI.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
MRS RADCLIFFE'S Description of the Scenery IN
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Mrs Radcliffe</kw>
<kw>Ride over Skiddaw</kw>
</note>
<head>
<emph rend="italic">A Ride over Skiddaw</emph>. (1794)
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Having engaged a guide, and with horses accustomed to the labour, we 
began to ascend this tremendous mountain by a way which makes the 
summit five miles from Keswick. Passing through bowery lanes, luxurian
(sic) with mountain ash, holly, and a variety of beautiful shrubs, to 
a broad, open common, a road led to the foot of Latrig, (or, as it is 
called by the country people, Skiddaw's Cub) a large round hill, 
covered with heath, turf, and browsing sheep. A narrow path now wound 
along steep green precipices, the beauty of which prevented the danger
there was from being perceived. Derwent-water was concealed by others 
that rose above them; but that part of the vale of Keswick which 
separates the two lakes, and spreads a rich level of three miles, was 
immediately below; Crosthwaite church nearly in the centre, with the 
vicarage rising among trees. More under shelter of Skiddaw, where the 
vale spreads into a sweet retired nook, lay the house and grounds of 
Dr. Brownrigg - Beyond the level opened a glimpse of 
Bassenthwaite-water - a lake which may be called elegant - bounded on 
one side by well-wooded rocks, and on the other by Skiddaw.- Soon 
after, we rose above the steeps which had concealed Derwent-water, and
it appeared, with all its enamelled banks, sunk deep amidst a chaos of
mountains, and surrounded by ranges of fells not visible from below. 
On the other hand, the more chearful lake of Bassenthwaite, expanded 
at its entire length.- Having gazed a while on this magnificent scene,
we pursued the path, and soon after reached the brink of a chasm
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Radcliffe. Mrs</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Ride over Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>horse</kw>
<kw>Latrigg</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw's Cub</kw>
<kw>St Mary, Crosthwaite</kw>
<kw>Brownrigg, Dr</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
</div>
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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
on the opposite side of which wound our future track; for the ascent 
is here in an acutely zig-zag direction. The horses carefully picked 
their steps along the narrow precipice, and turned the angle that led 
them to the opposite side.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
At length, as we ascended, Derwent-water dwindled on the eye to the 
smallness of a pond, while the grandeur of its amphitheatre was 
increased by new ranges of dark mountains, no longer individually 
great, but so from accumulation - a scenery to give ideas of the 
breaking up of a world. Others (sic) precipices soon hid it again; but
Bassenthwaite continued to spread immediately below us, till we turned
into the heart of Skiddaw, and were inclosed by its steeps. We had now
lost all track, even of the flocks that were scattered over these 
tremendous wilds. The guide conducted us by many curvings among the 
heathy hills and hollows of the mountain; but the ascents were such, 
that the horses panted in the slowest walk, and it was necessary to 
let them rest every six or seven minutes - An opening to the south, at
length, showed the whole plan of the narrow vales of St. John and of 
Nadale, separated by the dark ridge of rocks called St. John's Rigg, 
with each its small line of verdure at the bottom, and bounded by 
enormous grey fells, which we were, however, now high enough to 
overlook. A white speck on the top of St. John's Rigg, was pointed out
by the guide to be a chapel of ease to Keswick, which has no less than
five such scattered amongst the fells. From this chapel, dedicated to 
St. John, the rock and the vale have received their name; and our 
guide told us that Nadale was frequently known by the same title.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Leaving this view, the mountain soon again shut out all prospect, but 
of its own vallies and precipices, covered with various shades of turf
and moss, and with heath, of which a dull purple was the prevailing 
hue. Not a tree or bush appeared on Skiddaw, nor even a stone wall any
where broke the simple greatness of its lines. Sometimes we looked 
into
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>St John's in the Vale</kw>
<kw>Nadale</kw>
<kw>St John's Rigg</kw>
<kw>St John, St John's in the Vale</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
tremendous chasms, where the torrent, heard roaring long before it was
seen, had worked itself a deep channel, and fell from ledge to ledge, 
foaming and shining amidst the dark rock. These streams are sublime, 
from the length and precipitancy of their course, which, hurrying the 
sight with them into the abyss, act as it were in sympathy upon the 
nerves, and, to save ourselves from following, we recoil from the view
with involuntary horror. Of such, however, we saw only two, and those 
by some departure from the usual course up the mountain; but every 
where met gushing springs, till we were within two miles of the 
summit, when our guide added to the rum in his bottle what he said was
the last water we should find in our ascent.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The air now became very thin, and the steeps still more difficult of 
ascent; but it was often delightful to look down into tho (sic) green 
hollows of the mountain, among pastoral scenes, that wanted only some 
mixture of wood to render them enchanting.- About a mile from the 
summit, the way was indeed dreadfully sublime, lying, for nearly half 
a mile, along the edge of a precipice, that passed with a swift 
descent, for probably near a mile, into a glen within the heart of 
Skiddaw; and not a bush nor a hillock interrupted its vast length, or,
by offering a midway check in the descent, diminished the fear it 
inspired. The ridgy steeps of Saddleback formed the opposite boundary 
of the glen; and though really at a considerable distance, had, from 
the height of the two mountains, such an appearance of nearness, that 
it almost seemed as if could spring to its side. How much, too, did 
simplicity increase the sublimity of this scene, in which nothing but 
mountain, heath, and sky appeared!- But our situation was too 
critical, or too unusual, to permit the just impressions of such 
sublimity. The hill rose so closely above the precipice, as scarcely 
to allow a ledge wide enough for a single horse. We followed the guide
in silence, and, till we regained the more open wild, had no leisure 
for exclamation. After this, the ascent appeared easy and secure, and 
we were
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Saddleback</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


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<p rend="text">
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
bold enough to wonder, that the steeps near the beginning of the 
mountain had excited any anxiety.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
At length, passing the skirts of the two points of Skiddaw which are 
nearest to Derwent water, we approached the third and loftiest, and 
then perceived that their steep sides, together with the ridges which 
connect them, were entirely covered near the summits with a whitish 
shivered slate, which threatens to slide down them with every gust of 
wind. The broken state of this slate makes the present summits seem 
like ruins of others - a circumstance as extraordinary in appearance 
as difficult to be accounted for.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The ridge on which we passed from the neighbourhood of the second 
summit to the third, was narrow, and the eye reached, on each side, 
down the whole extent of the mountain following, on the left, the 
rocky precipices that impend over the lake of Bassenthwaite, and 
looking on the right, into the glens of Saddleback, far, far below. 
But the prospects that burst upon us from every part of the vast 
horizon, when we had gained the summit, were such as we had scarcely 
dared to hope for, and must now rather venture to enumerate then (sic)
to describe.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
We stood on a pinnacle, commanding the whole dome of the sky. The 
prospects below, each of which had been before considered separately 
as a great scene, were now miniature parts of the immense landscape.- 
To the north lay, like a map, the vast tract of low country which 
extends between Bassenthwaite and the Irish Channel, marked with the 
silver circles of the river Derwent, in its progress from the lake. 
Whitehaven, and its white coast, were distinctly seen; and Cockermouth
seemed almost under the eye. A long blackish line, more to the west, 
resembling a faintly-formed cloud, was said by the Guide to be the 
Isle of Man, who, however, had the honesty to confess, that the 
mountains of Down, in Ireland, which sometimes have been thought 
visible,
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw Man</kw>
<kw>Little Man</kw>
<kw>Derwent, River</kw>
<kw>Whitehaven</kw>
<kw>Cockermouth</kw>
<kw>Isle of Man</kw>
</note>
</div>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote continued">
had never been seen by him in the clearest weather. Bounding the low 
country to the north, the wide Solway Frith, with its indented shores,
looked like a grey horizon; and the double range of Scottish 
mountains, seen dimly through the mist beyond, like lines of dark 
clouds above it. The Solway appeared surprisingly near us, though at 
fifty miles distance; and the guide said, that, on a bright day, its 
shipping could plainly be discerned.- Nearly in the north, the heights
seemed to soften into plains, for no object was there visible through 
the obscurity that had begun to draw over the further distance; but 
towards the east they appeared to swell again; and what we were told 
were the Chevot (sic) hills, dawned feebly beyond Northumberland. We 
now spanned the narrowest part of England, looking from the Irish 
Channel on one side, to the German Ocean on the other; which latter 
was however, so far off as to be discernable only like a mist.- Nearer
than the County of Durham, stretched the ridge of Cross-fell, and an 
indistinct multitude of Westmorland and Yorkshire highlands, whose 
lines disappeared behind Saddleback, now evidently pre-eminent over 
Skiddaw, so much so as too exclude many a height beyond it.- Passing 
this mountain in our course to the south, we saw, immediately below, 
the fells round Derwent-water, the lake itself remaining still 
concealed in their deep rocky bosom. Southward and westward, the whole
prospect was 'a turbulent chaos of dark mountains:' all individual 
dignity was now lost in the immensity of the whole, and every variety 
of character was overpowered by that of astonishing and gloomy 
grandeur.- Over the fells of Borrowdale, and far to the south, the 
northern end of Windermere appeared, like a wreath of grey smoke that 
spreads along a mountain's side. More southward still, and beyond all 
the fells of the lakes, Lancaster Sands extended to the faintly-seen 
waters of the sea. Then to the west, Duddon Sands gleamed in a long 
line among the fells of High Furness.- Immediately under the eye, lay 
Bassenthwaite, surrounded by many ranges of mountains invisible from 
below. We overlooked all these dark moun-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Radcliffe. Mrs</kw>
<kw>Ride over Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>Solway Firth</kw>
<kw>shipping</kw>
<kw>Cheviot Hills</kw>
<kw>Irish Sea</kw>
<kw>Irish Channel</kw>
<kw>North Sea</kw>
<kw>German Ocean</kw>
<kw>Cross Fell</kw>
<kw>Borrowdale</kw>
<kw>Windermere lake</kw>
<kw>Lancaster Sands</kw>
<kw>Duddon Sands</kw>
<kw>High Furness</kw>
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
</note>
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[moun]tains; and saw green cultivated vales over the tops of lofty 
rocks, and other mountains over these vales, in many ridges: whilst 
innumerable narrow glens were traced in all their windings, and seen 
uniting behind the hills with others that also sloped upwards from the
lake.
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<p>
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The air on this summit was boisterous, intensely cold, and difficult 
to be inspired, though below, the day was warm and serene. It was 
dreadful to look down from nearly the brink of the point on which we 
stood, upon the lake of Bassenthwaite, and over a sharp and separated 
ridge of rocks, that from below appeared of tremendous height, but now
seemed not to reach half way up Skiddaw; it was almost as if
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>... the precipitation might down stretch</l>
<l>Below the beam of light ...</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Under the lee of an heaped up pile of slates, formed by the customary 
contribution of one from every visitor, we found an old man sheltered,
whom we took to be a shepherd, but afterwards learned was a farmer, 
and as people in this neighbourhood say, a <emph rend="italic">statesman</emph>
, that is, 
had land of his own. He was a native, and still an inhabitant of an 
adjoining vale; but so laborious is the enterprize reckoned, that, 
though he had passed his life within view of the mountain, this was 
his first ascent. He descended with us for part of our way, then wound
off towards his own valley, stalking amidst the wild scenery, his 
large figure wrapped in a dark cloak, and his steps occasionally 
assisted by a long iron-pronged pike, with which he had pointed out 
distant objects.- In the descent, it was interesting to observe each 
mountain below gradually resuming its dignity; the two lakes expanding
into spacious surfaces; the many little vallies that sloped upwards 
from their margins, recovering their variegated tints of cultivation; 
the cattle again appearing in the meadows; and the woody promontories 
changing from smooth patches of shade
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Bassenthwaite Lake</kw>
<kw>Skiddaw</kw>
<kw>shepherd</kw>
<kw>farmer</kw>
<kw>statesman</kw>
<kw>Derwent Water</kw>
</note>
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into richly tufted summits. At about a mile from the top, a great 
difference was perceptable (sic) in the climate, which became 
comparatively warm, and the summer hum of bees was again heard among 
the purple heath.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
We reached Keswick about four o'clock, after five hours passed in this
excursion, in which the care of our guide greatly lessened the notion 
of danger.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Keswick</kw>
</note>
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<p rend="text">Image W21311.jpg. 
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</div>
<div type="table">
<table type="quote">
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>ROADS FROM Lancaster to the Lakes.</cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>MILES.</cell>
<cell></cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Lancaster</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>Hest-bank</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>Over Lancaster-sands to Carter-house</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>Cartmel or Flookburgh</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>Holker-gate</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>Over Ulverston-sands to Carter-house</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>Ulverston</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>12</cell>
<cell>Dalton, Furness-abbey, and back to Ulverston</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>Penny-bridge</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>Lowick-bridge</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Or,</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>From Ulverston to Lowick-bridge</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2 &#189;</cell>
<cell>Through Nibthwaite to Coniston water-foot</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>Coniston water-head</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>Hawkshead</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>Ambleside</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Or,</cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>From Hawkshead to the ferry on Windermere-water</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>Bowness across Windermere-water</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>Ambleside</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>Rydal</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2</cell>
<cell>Grasmere</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2 &#189;</cell>
<cell>Dunmail-raise stones</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3 &#189;</cell>
<cell>Dale-head</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4 &#190;</cell>
<cell>Castle-rigg</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>Keswick</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>Lowdore water-fall</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>Grange</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>Bowdar-stone, Castle-hill</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2 &#189;</cell>
<cell>Rosthwaite</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>2 &#189;</cell>
<cell>Seathwaite</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>Keswick</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>8</cell>
<cell>Down Bassenthwaite-water, by Bowness, Bradness, and Scareness, 
to Armathwaite</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>Up the other side of the lake of Keswick</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>Keskadale</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>3</cell>
<cell>Buttermere</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>Down Cromack-water to Lorton</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>7 &#189;</cell>
<cell>Keswick</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>4</cell>
<cell>Threlkeld</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6</cell>
<cell>Whitbarrow</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>1</cell>
<cell>Penruddock</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>6 &#190;</cell>
<cell>Penrith</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>Dunmallet, at the foot of Ulls-water, and Pooley-bridge</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>Watermillock, Gowbarrow-Park, Airey-Bridge, to the head of 
Ulls-water</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>9</cell>
<cell>Ambleside</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Or,</cell>
<cell>14</cell>
<cell>From the head of Ulls-water to Penrith</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>10 &#189;</cell>
<cell>By Lowther, Askham, and Bampton, to Hawes-water</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>15</cell>
<cell>Through Long-Sleddale to Kendal</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell>Or,</cell>
<cell>5</cell>
<cell>From Hawes-water to Shap, by Ross and Shap-abbey</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>7</cell>
<cell>Hawes-foot</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>8</cell>
<cell>Kendal</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>10</cell>
<cell>Down the east side of Kent, to Levens-park, and return to Kendal
by Sizergh</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>11</cell>
<cell>Burton-in-Kendal</cell>
</row>
<row>
<cell></cell>
<cell></cell>
<cell>11</cell>
<cell>Lancaster.</cell>
</row>
</table>
</div>
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<hr />
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Printed by John Kilner, Gazette-Office, Market-Place, 
Kendal.</emph>
</q></p>
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<head>
3rd edn addenda
</head>
<p rend="text">
pages 229-234:-
</p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE VI.
</head></p>
<p>
<head>
A DESCRIPTION
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Natural Curiosities in Yorkshire</kw>
<kw>Adam Walker</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
OF SOME NATURAL CURIOSITIES IN THE WESTERN EDGE OF YORKSHIRE, BY MR. 
ADAM WALKER, LECTURER IN NATURAL PHILOSOPHY. TAKEN FROM THE GENERAL 
EVENING POST, SEPT. 25, 1779.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
SIR,
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
I Here send you an account of a tour I made some time ago through the 
mountains and caverns near <emph rend="italic">Settle</emph>, which I think no 
way 
inferior to those of <emph rend="italic">Derbyshire</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Nigh the <emph rend="italic">Chapel in the dale</emph>, on the north side of 
<emph rend="italic">Ingleborough</emph>, I met with three caverns that are 
totally unlike 
any in this island, tho' caverns are common in all limestone 
countries. The first (nigh the chapel) is a pit sinking from an even 
surface about forty yards into the ground, and is about the same 
number of yards in diameter. At the bottom is a deep pool of water, 
from whence issues a subterraneous brook, but through so narrow a 
passage, that in wet weather, the cavern fills up, and overflows its 
brim.- A quarter of a mile above this is another pit, of a 
paralellopiped (sic) form, being a chasm between two perpendicular 
rocks, and though upwards of forty yards deep, one may easily leap 
over it. It seems one of those breaks, or faults (as miners call 'em) 
where the regular strata have been broken, and one part of them has 
sunk below the other; for the bands of rock lie pretty horizontal, and
in their fissures are found fossils of very curious genera, shells, 
fish-bones, pipy flints, with concretes of shells, stones, moss, and 
other vegetables, in one mass. Small screw-like cylinders, some with 
holes through, which all effervesce with an acid, and creep in a plate
filled with vinegar, like those found near <emph rend="italic">
Carrickfergus</emph>, in 
<emph rend="italic">Ireland</emph>, by the discharge of their fixt air.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Walker, Adam</kw>
<kw>Settle area</kw>
<kw>cave</kw>
<kw>pothole</kw>
<kw>fossil</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
<kw>Hurtle Pot</kw>
<kw>Gingle Pot</kw>
</note>
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</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
But a couple of hundred yards above this another cavern opens, much 
more astonishing than the others. The first approach to this presents 
a perpendicular descent from nearly a level surface, beautifully 
bordered with trees and shrubs, which nature seems to have meant as a 
guard as well as beauty. On one side you may descend, by crawling from
one broken stratum of rock to another, till you are twenty yards 
beneath the surface: In the descent one may rest between the 
projecting parts of the rock, or creep many yards horizontally between
them, where we shall find the rocks and stones encrusted with spar, 
and the cavernous part filled with petrifactions in the shape of 
shells, moss, icicles, &amp;c. Most of the sparry and roof incrustations, 
I take to be the fine particles of the limestone dissolved by the 
rain-water, in its descent through the rocks, which sinking slowly 
through the roof of these caverns, the water evaporates, and leaves 
the fine particles of stone to concrete behind; forming hollow conic 
figures on the roof, or if they fall on the bottom of the cavern, form
those knobs of calcarious fossil, which cut off horizontally, are 
polished into curiously variegated slabs. That the same impregnated 
waters falling on shells, fish-bones, &amp;c. should in time displace the 
calcarious matter of which these are naturally formed, and that these 
stony particles should in time assume the same shape and form the 
shells, bones, snakes, &amp;c. so commonly found in limestone countries, I
cannot say I am so clear in.- May it not be, that nature has ordained,
that particles of such and such properties, meeting with a proper 
nidus in the bowels of the earth, and similar to that in which they 
may assemble on the outside of an animal, may run into the same forms,
and amuse us with the shape of cockles, limpets, snakes, &amp;c. formed in
the middle of rocks?
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
But to resume our journey down this amazing cavern.- After descending 
from ledge to ledge in a retrograde motion, through arches of 
prodigious rocks, thrown together by the rude but awful hand of 
nature; at the depth of 70
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>spar</kw>
<kw>petrifactions</kw>
<kw>stalactite</kw>
<kw>stalagmite</kw>
<kw>snakestone</kw>
</note>
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</p>
<p>
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yards we see a parabolic cascade, rushing from a hole nigh the 
surface, and falling the whole 70 yards, with a roar, which 
reverberated by the rocks above, confounds and astonishes the most 
intrepid ear! The spray arising from this cascade fills the whole 
cavern, and if the sun happens to shine into it, generates a most 
vivid and surprising rainbow, Another cascade, of not quite so great a
fall, issues perpendicularly from a projecting rock with equal 
rapidity as the first, and is certainly a part of the same 
subterraneous brook; they fall together into a narrow pool at the 
bottom, which measures 37 yards in depth; and proceeding underground 
about a mile, break out, and form the large brook that runs by 
<emph rend="italic">Ingleton</emph>, and from thence to the river <emph 
rend="italic">Lune</emph>. In the time
of great rains, the subterraneous channel that conveys away the water 
becomes too small, and then the cavern fills to the depth of above 100
yards, and runs over at the surface.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
To a mind capable of being impressed with the grand and sublime of 
nature, this is a scene that inspires a pleasure chastised by 
astonishment! Personal safety also insinuates itself into the various 
feelings, where both the eye and ear are so tremendously assailed.- To
see as much water as would turn several mills, rush from a hole near 
70 yards above the eye, in such a projectile as shews its 
subterraneous fall to be very considerable before it enters the 
cavern; and to see the fine skirting of wood, with various fantastic 
roots and shrubs, through a spray, enlivened by a perfect rainbow, so 
far above the eye, and yet within the earth, has something more 
romantic and awful in it than any thing of the kind in the three 
kingdoms!
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Ascending from the dark excavations we found at the bottom of this 
dreary cavern, we once more bless ourselves in broad day-light, and 
begin to mount the rugged sides of frowning <emph rend="italic">
Ingleborough</emph>. Its 
top may have been a Roman station, for any thing I know; there are 
certainly the remains
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>rainbow</kw>
<kw>Doe, River</kw>
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Ingleborough</kw>
</note>
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</p>
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<q rend="quote">
of a great circular ditch that incloses the summit, but the extensive 
and variegated prospect seduced me from conjectures and learned 
surmises. The southern prospect is a rugged barrier, that seems to 
turn the eye towards the fine plains of <emph rend="italic">Lancashire</emph> 
and 
<emph rend="italic">Cheshire</emph>; with our glasses we could easily 
distinguish the 
<emph rend="italic">Dee</emph> separate the plain from the Welch mountains;- 
the fine 
indentations made by the bays of <emph rend="italic">Liverpool</emph> and <emph 

rend="italic">Preston</emph>, 
lead the eye northward to that of <emph rend="italic">Lancaster</emph>, which 
appeared 
beneath our feet as a map, full of capes and inlets. But the sea in 
front, and the <emph rend="italic">Westmorland</emph> mountains to the right, 
make the 
sublime of this prospect;- before us the flat fields and woods 
insensibly melt into union with the sea - while the black mountains 
frown over that element, and seem to spurn it from their feet. The 
<emph rend="italic">Hill-bell, Langdale-pikes, Black-comb</emph>, &amp;c. are 
easily 
distinguished in this chaotic assemblage; while the coast of 
<emph rend="italic">Galloway</emph>, in <emph rend="italic">Scotland</emph>, 
and the <emph rend="italic">Isle of Man</emph>, seem 
as clouds in the back-ground. The east prospect is a range of rich 
sheep moors, of which <emph rend="italic">Ingleborough</emph> appears the surly 

sentry. In
our road to <emph rend="italic">Settle</emph> we met with the <emph 
rend="italic">Ribble</emph>, which tumbles
into a deep cavern, and is lost in the bowels of the mountains for 
upwards of three miles, when it issues again into day-light, and with 
a continued roar makes its way to <emph rend="italic">Settle</emph>. From hence 

I rode 
through a dreadful fog to <emph rend="italic">Malm</emph> (or <emph 
rend="italic">Malham</emph>) about six 
miles to the east, and the road ending in a sheep-track upon the high 
moors, was in much danger of losing my way; but a blast of wind giving
me a glimpse of the vale, I got there very safe.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
My first excursion was to the <emph rend="italic">tarn</emph>, (or little lake) 

skirted on
one side by a peat bog, and rough limestone rocks, on the other; it 
abounds in fine trout, but has little else remarkable, except being 
the head of the river <emph rend="italic">Air</emph>, which issuing from it, 
sinks into 
the ground very near the lake, and appears again under the fine rock 
which faces the village. In the time of great rains this subterraneous
passage is too narrow; the brook then makes its way over the top of 
the rock, falling in a most majestic cascade full 60 yards in one 
sheet. This
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>roman fort, Ingleborough</kw>
<kw>Ill Bell</kw>
<kw>Langdale Pikes</kw>
<kw>Black Combe</kw>
<kw>Ribble, River</kw>
<kw>Malham</kw>
<kw>Malham Tarn</kw>
<kw>trout</kw>
<kw>Aire, River</kw>
</note>
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3rd edn addenda, page 233:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
beautiful rock is like the age-tinted wall of a prodigious castle; the
stone is very white, and from the ledges hang various shrubs and 
vegetables, which with the tints given it by the bog water, &amp;c. gives 
it a variety that I never before saw so pleasing in a plain rock. 
<emph rend="italic">Gordale-scar</emph> was the object of this excursion. My 
guide brought
me first to a fine sheet cascade in a glen about half a mile below the
scar, the rocks of a beautiful variegation and romantic shrubbery. We 
then proceeded up the brook, the pebbles of which I found incrusted 
with a soft petrify'd coating, calcarious, slimy, and of a light brown
colour.- I saw the various strata of the limestone mountains approach 
day-light in extensive and striking bands, running nearly horizontal, 
and a rent in them (from whence the brook issued) of perpendicular 
immense rocks:- On turning the corner of one of these, and seeing the 
rent complete - good heavens! what was my astonishment! The 
<emph rend="italic">Alps</emph>, the <emph rend="italic">Pyrenees, Killarney, 
Loch-Lomomd</emph>, or any other
wonder of the kind I had ever seen, do not afford such a chasm!- 
Consider yourself in a winding street, with houses above an hundred 
yards high on each side of you;- then figure to yourself a cascade 
rushing from an upper window, and tumbling over carts, waggons, fallen
houses, &amp;c. in promiscuous ruin, and perhaps a cockney idea may be 
formed of this tremendous cliff. But if you would conceive it 
properly, depend upon neither pen nor pencil, for 'tis impossible for 
either to give you an adequate idea of it.- I can say no more than 
that I believe the rocks to be above 100 yards high, that in several 
places they project above 100 yards over their base, and approach the 
opposite rock so near that one would almost imagine it possible to lay
a plank from one to the other. At the upper end of this rent (which 
may be about 300 yards horizontally long) there gushes a most 
threatening cascade through a rude arch of monstrous rocks, and 
tumbling through many fantastic masses of its own forming, comes to a 
rock of entire petrifaction, down which it has a variety of 
picturesque breaks, before it enters a channel that conveys it pretty 
uniformly away.- I take these whimsical shapes to
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Malham Cove</kw>
<kw>Gordale Scar</kw>
</note>
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<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 234:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
be the children of the spray, formed in droughty weather, when the 
water has time to evaporate, and leave the stony matter uninterrupted 
in its cohesion. These petrifactions are very porous; crumbly when 
dry, and pulpy when wet, and shaped a good deal like crooked knotty 
wood.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
I found here a stratum of white clay, perfectly free from grit, when 
tried by the teeth - it does not effervesce with an acid, nor dissolve
in water. When dry 'tis as white as this paper, light, close, soapy, 
compact, and very hard. It appears to me like the petunzee of the 
<emph rend="italic">Chinese</emph>, and though I have not tryed it in the fire, 

believe it
might be well worth the china or pot manufacturer's examination.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
I am, Sir, your humble servant,
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
ADAM WALKER.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
No.28. Haymarket, London, <emph rend="italic">September</emph> 20<emph 
rend="italic">th</emph>, 1779.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gordale Scar</kw>
<kw>road, Kendal to Settle</kw>
<kw>caly</kw>
<kw>pottery</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1784/234.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
[It is apprehended the printer must have made a mistake in the 
dimensions of the natural curiosities at <emph rend="italic">Chapel in the 
dale</emph>; if
we read <emph rend="italic">feet</emph> instead of <emph rend="italic">
yards</emph>, we shall be much nearer 
the truth.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
- There are several curious particulars relating to 
<emph rend="italic">Ingleborough</emph> not mentioned in the above description, 

which may 
be seen in an accurate account of this mountain, published in the 
<emph rend="italic">Annual Register</emph> for 1761.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
The objects described in the above letter lie in the <emph rend="italic">
Yorkshire</emph> 
road from <emph rend="italic">Kendal</emph> to <emph rend="italic">London</emph>

, and may be best visited from
<emph rend="italic">Kendal</emph> on your return from the lakes.- The route 
will be thus. 
From <emph rend="italic">Kendal</emph> to <emph rend="italic">
Kirkby-Lonsdale</emph> 12 miles. From thence to 
<emph rend="italic">Ingleton</emph> 7 miles. From thence to <emph rend="italic">

Chapel in the dale</emph> 4 
miles, where enquiry must be made for the curiosities in that 
neighbourhood.- Proceed from thence to <emph rend="italic">Settle</emph>, by 
<emph rend="italic">Horton</emph>
10 miles, which is 6 miles distant from <emph rend="italic">Gordale-scar</emph>
.]
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/297">
<head>
3rd edn addenda
</head>
<p rend="text">
pages 297-303:-
</p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE X.
</head></p>
<p>
<head>
SOME REMARKS
</head></p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Provincial Words</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
RESPECTING THE PROVINCIAL WORDS, &amp;C. USED BY THE COMMON PEOPLE IN THE 
LIMITS OF THIS TOUR.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
THE language of any people, however refined it may become in time, has
undoubtedly arisen from some rude original, and he, therefore, who 
wishes thoroughly to understand its genius and primary elements, must,
if possible, make himself acquainted with its formation in its 
earliest stages. Now this knowledge is often best acquired from the 
mouths of the vulgar, who, living far removed from refinement, have 
probably retained a dialect nearly the same with that which resulted 
from the last casual admixture it underwent among their rustic 
ancestors; and which in <emph rend="italic">England</emph> was the union of the 

<emph rend="italic">Saxon 
</emph>with the ancient <emph rend="italic">British</emph>. On this account the 

critic in our
language would at present receive the best information concerning its 
principles and character, by studying the provincial dialects of the 
times in some of the most retired districts. And as they are now 
suffering a daily change from the rapid progress made of late in every
branch of politeness, it is to be wished, that for this end our 
provincial historians had carefully attended to and preserved the 
peculiar terms and phrases of the vulgar dialects, current in their 
respective divisions.[1] Particularly this was to be wished
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
<kw>etymology</kw>
<kw>folk tale</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1784/297.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
It is also to be wished (and in this wish I have the concurrence of 
several judicious friends) that the ingenious in these parts would 
immediately set about making collections of the <emph rend="italic">oldest 
words</emph> 
and <emph rend="italic">peculiar phrases</emph> used by their common 
neighbours, and 
preserve them in case some learned and properly-qualified person 
should hereafter undertake to give us a complete dictionary of the 
<emph rend="italic">Westmorland</emph> and <emph rend="italic">Cumberland 
dialects</emph>, to whom they might 
be of the greatest service. Of such a work the list of words which has
lately appeared in the <emph rend="italic">Tour to the Caves</emph>, might be a 

beginning.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
There are also in these parts (as in every other part alike retired) 
several stories of apparitions, witches, fairies, &amp;c.- several 
traditionary tales of strange occurrences,- and many compositions of 
rural bards under the titles of <emph rend="italic">speech plays, masking 
songs</emph>, 
&amp;c. which if collected as much as possible in their provincial dress, 
and preserved in some public library, before they are likely to be 
lost in the more engaging amusements of these improving times, might 
be of considerable use to the future grammarian, historian, or 
investigator of the progress of society and manners. The poet too, 
might from these traditionary narratives, and superstitious ideas, 
gain more materials for some provinces of his fanciful art, than from 
the richest invention: For it is not easy to suppose he can form for 
himself as striking a combination of events, and association of ideas,
as may have been furnished by the accidents of time, and the 
fruitfulness of superstition; and on account of which 
<emph rend="italic">strikingness</emph> these fire-side tales have obtained so 
long and 
general a tradition as many of them can boast - But I am content with 
barely throwing out a hint, which if thought worth notice will not 
need any further enlargement.
</q></p>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/298">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 298:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
of the counties of <emph rend="italic">Westmorland</emph> and <emph 
rend="italic">Cumberland</emph>, where the
common speech at this day (besides many obsolete words used by our 
elder poets, from <emph rend="italic">Chaucer</emph> down to <emph 
rend="italic">Spencer</emph>, &amp;c.) contains
several unnoticed roots and elements of derivation. These dialects are
much different in many words from the <emph rend="italic">broad 
Lancashire</emph>: And 
were they collected and digested in some such manner as the specimens 
of an <emph rend="italic">English-British Dictionary</emph> given us by the 
ingenious and 
learned author of the <emph rend="italic">History of Manchester</emph>, and his 

completed,
I am satisfied these works, with the assistance of the <emph rend="italic">
Welch, 
ancient Cornish, Islandic</emph>, and the remains of other Gothic and 
Teutonic languages, would throw an unexpected light on the bases, 
structure, and analogies of the English tongue.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
As a slight specimen of this, I will put down the derivation of a few 
words, of which we find little in our dictionaries, or little 
satisfactory. Many more might be given from a cursory recollection, 
but we must not forget the chief interest of this volume, and that 
<emph rend="italic">Swift's discourse on the antiquity of the English 
tongue</emph> is 
perhaps in more hands than may know the due limits of its ridicule. 
And should these etymologies appear to some more whimsical than just, 
it should be re-
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
<kw>dialect dictionary</kw>
<kw>dictionary, dialect</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/299">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 299:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
[re]membered that they appeal to the only <emph rend="italic">kind</emph> of 
evidence of 
which they are capable; that they cannot <emph rend="italic">all</emph> yield 
the 
<emph rend="italic">same</emph> degree of conviction, and that this sort of 
enquiry is a 
matter of <emph rend="italic">self-persuasion</emph> from a view of 
circumstances, and not
of <emph rend="italic">demonstrative proof</emph> from undeniable principles.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>dess</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Dess</emph>, in this vulgar dialect, is <emph rend="italic">

to put in order</emph>. Hence 
a <emph rend="italic">writing-desk</emph>, in which are contained little cells, 

and other 
conveniences of arrangement, has its name. <emph rend="italic">Distaff</emph> 
is 
consequently properly <emph rend="italic">dess-staff</emph>, or a staff or rod 
on which 
the flax is fitly disposed for spinning. It is also probable that from
this idea we have the word <emph rend="italic">dress</emph>, both as applied to 

the person
and things, as <emph rend="italic">dressing</emph> of victuals, &amp;c.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>clever, to</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
The endeavour of children to get upon any thing, is in this country 
termed <emph rend="italic">to clever</emph>. Hence the phrase of <emph 
rend="italic">a clever fellow</emph> 
primarily means, one who is capable of surmounting any thing he 
undertakes.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>kink</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Kink</emph>, is to be thrown into the convulsions which we 
observe in 
the highest degree of coughing or laughter. Hence the cough in 
children which always put on this strained appearance is called the 
<emph rend="italic">Kink-cough</emph>. From an ignorance of this etymology, 
though with 
some reference to the sound, we find the word wrote <emph rend="italic">
chin</emph>, or 
<emph rend="italic">king-cough</emph>. Also the <emph rend="italic">loops</emph>

 which twisted threads (or 
hairs for fishing-lines) are apt to run into are sometimes called 
<emph rend="italic">kinks</emph>. From which it appears in both cases, that an 
idea of 
<emph rend="italic">convulsion</emph> is implied in the term <emph 
rend="italic">kink</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>wee</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Wee</emph>, in <emph rend="italic">Cumberland</emph>, 
signifies <emph rend="italic">little</emph>. Hence 
<emph rend="italic">wevel</emph> (the insect in corn) is formed of <emph 
rend="italic">wee</emph> and 
<emph rend="italic">evil</emph>, and means, the <emph rend="italic">little 
evil</emph>. <emph rend="italic">Wee</emph> combined 
with <emph rend="italic">edge</emph> makes <emph rend="italic">wedge</emph>, a 
well-known instrument with a 
<emph rend="italic">small</emph> or <emph rend="italic">thin</emph> edge.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>hee</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Hee</emph>, is the term for <emph rend="italic">high</emph>
. Hence <emph rend="italic">hedge</emph> is from 
<emph rend="italic">hee-hedge</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">high-edge</emph>. 
At first this fence would be 
made of earth and stones, and afterwards quick fences serving the same
purpose would have the same name.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
<kw>etymology</kw>
<kw>dess</kw>
<kw>clever, to</kw>
<kw>kink</kw>
<kw>kink cough</kw>
<kw>wee</kw>
<kw>hee</kw>
<kw>hedge</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/300">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 300:-
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>slay</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
Any thing that moves on a pivot (as the part of the loom that is 
pulled by the hand among the threads) is called a <emph rend="italic">
slay</emph>. Hence a
hammer fastened upon a shaft to move in this manner is called a 
<emph rend="italic">sledge</emph> from <emph rend="italic">slay</emph> and 
<emph rend="italic">edge</emph>. It is not so clear 
that <emph rend="italic">sedge</emph> is from <emph rend="italic">
sea-edge</emph>, but the verb <emph rend="italic">to 
slay</emph>, comes plainly from a like idea of <emph rend="italic">swinging the 

arm</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>dee</kw>
<kw>due</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Do</emph>, in these parts is <emph rend="italic">dee</emph> 

or <emph rend="italic">due</emph>. Hence 
<emph rend="italic">Devil</emph> is formed of <emph rend="italic">
dee-evil</emph>. In like manner, the true 
original meaning of <emph rend="italic">snivel</emph> and <emph rend="italic">
drivel</emph> (from whence we 
have the opprobrious term of <emph rend="italic">sniveler</emph> and <emph 
rend="italic">driveler</emph>) may 
be easily gained.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
When cabbins served for houses, what they put over the entrance to 
keep out the weather, was called <emph rend="italic">due o'er</emph>, that is, 
the thing 
to <emph rend="italic">do-over</emph>. Hence the origin of the word <emph 
rend="italic">door</emph>, both as 
an opening and as an instrument.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>heck</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Heck</emph>, is a little gate made of rails (generally 
pointed and 
upright) for several domestic purposes. Whence we have the term 
<emph rend="italic">hack</emph> for an implement used in digging. The long 
pointed 
feathers on a cock's neck are also on this account called 
<emph rend="italic">hackles</emph>. Hence the name <emph rend="italic">
hackle</emph> for the well-known 
instrument for dressing flax, and hence also the etymology of the word
<emph rend="italic">icicle</emph>, which is evidently <emph rend="italic">
ice-hackle</emph>, or a long pointed
piece of ice, and which conveys a very characteristic idea.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>ar</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Arr</emph> (whence <emph rend="italic">scarr</emph>) 
signifies <emph rend="italic">a mark</emph>, made by the 
action of something upon another. Hence the common term 
<emph rend="italic">arr-edge</emph>, means the edge of any thing that is liable 

to hurt or
<emph rend="italic">arr</emph>. But as a final syllable the term is of the most 

striking 
use in explaining words.- <emph rend="italic">Wizard</emph> hence evidently 
means one 
<emph rend="italic">marked</emph> with <emph rend="italic">wisdom</emph>; <emph 

rend="italic">Godard</emph>, with <emph rend="italic">goodness</emph>;
<emph rend="italic">haggard</emph> with the shrivelled, &amp;c. look of a <emph 

rend="italic">hag</emph>; 
<emph rend="italic">drunkard</emph>, with <emph rend="italic">drink</emph>; 
<emph rend="italic">sluggard</emph> with <emph rend="italic">sloth</emph>;
<emph rend="italic">mustard</emph>, with <emph rend="italic">must</emph>; <emph 

rend="italic">dotard</emph>, with <emph rend="italic">dotage</emph>; 
<emph rend="italic">Richard</emph>, with <emph rend="italic">riches</emph>; 
<emph rend="italic">coward</emph>, perhaps with the 
proverbial <emph rend="italic">timidity</emph> of a <emph rend="italic">
cow</emph>, and query if 
<emph rend="italic">aukward</emph>, be not from <emph rend="italic">
oak-ard</emph> i.e. one marked with the 
<emph rend="italic">stiff, rusty</emph>, look of an <emph rend="italic">
oak</emph>?
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
<kw>slay</kw>
<kw>dee</kw>
<kw>due</kw>
<kw>arr</kw>
<kw>heck</kw>
<kw>hackle</kw>
<kw>icicle</kw>
<kw>scar</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/301">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 301:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Hence too the eruptive disorder which appears on the skin, like marks 
made by the scratching of a cat, is vulgarly called <emph rend="italic">
cat-arrles</emph>;
and query if the term <emph rend="italic">harrow</emph> be not from the <emph 
rend="italic">marks</emph>, or 
<emph rend="italic">arrs</emph>, made in <emph rend="italic">rows</emph> by 
that instrument, <emph rend="italic">i.e.</emph> an 
<emph rend="italic">arr-row</emph>?
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>kelter</kw>
<kw>skelter</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Kelter</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">skelter</emph> (a 
word almost forgot) means 
<emph rend="italic">order</emph> as to arrangement, or <emph rend="italic">
condition</emph> as to body. Hence 
the phrase of people running <emph rend="italic">helter skelter</emph> means 
running in 
despite of all order; <emph rend="italic">helter</emph> order meaning <emph 
rend="italic">hang</emph> order, 
as we say <emph rend="italic">hang</emph> sorrow, &amp;c.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>stirrup</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Stirrup</emph>, is from <emph rend="italic">Stay-rope</emph>

, a rope with a noose at the 
end fastened to the saddle to put the foot in, in which form some old 
drawings represent it.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>healm</kw>
<kw>heam</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Healm,</emph> or <emph rend="italic">heam</emph>, is a 
Saxon word for <emph rend="italic">straw</emph>, though
now out of use, and is here the present vulgar pronunciation of 
<emph rend="italic">home</emph>. From this circumstance it is not improbable 
but that 
straw, which once constituted the most general bed, might give the 
name to the place of domestic repose, by the same figure that has 
denominated our ordinary repasts <emph rend="italic">meals</emph>, from the 
<emph rend="italic">meal</emph> 
that was heretofore the general food, and as <emph rend="italic">boarding</emph>

 and 
<emph rend="italic">tabling</emph> mean the gratuity of so much per week for 
victuals eat 
on <emph rend="italic">boards</emph> and <emph rend="italic">tables</emph>, 
&amp;c.- Hence it is easy to see 
<emph rend="italic">hamlet</emph> means a <emph rend="italic">lot</emph> or 
parcel of <emph rend="italic">homes</emph>; and hence 
is had perhaps the term <emph rend="italic">ham</emph> for the wooden collar 
now put on 
the neck of a cart-horse, from its connexion with a <emph rend="italic">
boss</emph>, or 
<emph rend="italic">support</emph>, which it is well known was not long since 
in several 
places made of <emph rend="italic">straw</emph>, called a <emph rend="italic">
barriham</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>stee</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Stee</emph>, is the vulgar name here for <emph 
rend="italic">ladder</emph>, and 
<emph rend="italic">steel</emph> for <emph rend="italic">style</emph>. Hence 
the idea of something high or 
upright, which is contained in these words <emph rend="italic">steep, step, 
steeple</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>hose</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Hose</emph>, is an old <emph rend="italic">
Furness-fell</emph> word for the <emph rend="italic">throat</emph>;
and the canvas pipe with which sailors draw water from their casks, 
&amp;c. is called a <emph rend="italic">hose</emph>. From this it seems not 
improbable, that
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
<kw>kelter</kw>
<kw>skelter</kw>
<kw>stirrup</kw>
<kw>healm</kw>
<kw>heam</kw>
<kw>stee</kw>
<kw>hose</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/302">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 302:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">stockings</emph> have been called <emph rend="italic">
hose</emph> on account of their 
<emph rend="italic">throat-like</emph> appearance.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>cap</kw>
<kw>cob</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Cap</emph>, or <emph rend="italic">Cob</emph>, means <emph 
rend="italic">head, master, top</emph>, &amp;c. Hence 
the common word <emph rend="italic">cobby</emph> means <emph rend="italic">
heady, tyrannical</emph>, and hence
<emph rend="italic">cobnut</emph> (or <emph rend="italic">job-nut</emph>) means 

a strift for mastery between 
the contending nuts.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>atter</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Atter</emph>, it is well known signifies blood or gore, and 

hence we 
have a very characteristic meaning in the name of <emph rend="italic">
attercob</emph> 
given in these parts to the spider; i.e. a <emph rend="italic">bloody 
tyrant</emph>. Mr. 
<emph rend="italic">Whitaker</emph> derives this word from the Welch term <emph 

rend="italic">Adyrcop</emph>, 
signifying the <emph rend="italic">top-insect</emph>, in allusion to its common 

residence 
in the tops of houses, but I imagine the above is the more likely 
etymology, as it is more significant of its sanguinary manner of 
living.
</q></p>
<p>
<note type="margin">
<kw>scale</kw>
</note>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Scale</emph>, means to <emph rend="italic">spread</emph> or 

<emph rend="italic">disperse abroad</emph>. It is 
used in the following passage of <emph rend="italic">Shakespear's 
Coriolanus</emph>, and, 
after puzzling the former editors, was only discovered by Mr. 
<emph rend="italic">Stevens</emph> in the last edition.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">

<l>--- I shall tell you</l>
<l>A pretty tale, it may be you have heard it;</l>
<l>But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture</l>
<l>To <emph rend="italic">scale't</emph> a little more.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
Thus much respecting the <emph rend="italic">meaning of words</emph>; what 
follows is a 
concluding remark with regard to <emph rend="italic">sound</emph>.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
One would think there is so great a likeness in the form of these 
originally <emph rend="italic">Saxon</emph> or <emph rend="italic">
British</emph> words, <emph rend="italic">wound, sound, 
hound, ground, pound</emph>, &amp;c. that there could be no variation in the 
form of pronouncing them, wherever they were all used. Yet, the word 
<emph rend="italic">wound</emph> is of late become an exception among the 
politer part of 
the world, who pronounce it <emph rend="italic">woond</emph>, or in such a 
manner as it 
will not rhyme with any of the other
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
<kw>cap</kw>
<kw>cob</kw>
<kw>atter</kw>
<kw>scale</kw>
<kw>spider</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/303">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 303:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
words. This mode of speaking the word under consideration is precisely
the <emph rend="italic">vulgar one</emph> used in some of these northern parts 
where they 
call <emph rend="italic">sound, soond - hound, hoond - pound, poond - ground, 
groond</emph>, &amp;c. in which pronunciation, though we cannot think there 
is much beauty, there is undoubtedly a becoming uniformity worthy of 
imitation.
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">
It is not easy to see on what account this word <emph rend="italic">wound</emph>

 was 
singled out for the favorite alteration, but it is easy to see that 
its new sound will injure the rhymes of many of our best poets, 
particularly <emph rend="italic">Pope</emph>, who always considers <emph 
rend="italic">wound</emph> as rhyming
with any of the other words above-mentioned. This hint may perhaps 
give a south-country person, a different idea than he might have 
entertained of the propriety of the innovation in question: For 
certainly nothing ought to be adopted into a language which is 
<emph rend="italic">unnecessarily</emph> contrary to its analogy and 
fundamental laws.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>dialect</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/304">
<head>
3rd edn addenda
</head>
<p rend="text">
pages 304-306:-
</p>
<p>
<head>
(P. S.)
</head></p>
<p>
<head>
ARTICLE XI.
</head></p>
<p rend="text">
The following lines (sent to the printer from a gentleman at 
<emph rend="italic">Cambridge</emph>) should have been inserted at the end of 
Article VII.
had they come to hand in time.
</p>
<p>
<note type="margin" rend="main">
<kw>Genius of the Caves</kw>
</note>
<head>
ADDRESS TO THE GENIUS OF THE CAVES.
</head></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">

<l>--- Hail kindred glooms!</l>
<l>Congenial horrors hail!</l>
<l>THOMPSON.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">

<l>--- THOU spirit dread,</l>
<l>That hover'st o'er this rocky region erst,</l>
<l>With burning sulphur, and volcanic streams</l>
<l>Of fire extinct, all hail!- thou whose loud shriek</l>
<l>Midst scouling tempests, oft the listening swain</l>
<l>Hast heard agast; oft in slow pacing clouds,</l>
<l>That drag their sweeping trains o'er <emph rend="italic">Gregareth's</emph> 
steep,</l>
<l>Has trac'd thy wild fantastic form. Thy steps</l>
<l>Through many a rugged, uncough path, well pleas'd</l>
<l>I follow, whether from the dread abyss</l>
<l>Of some unfathom'd cavern,[1] Echo's groans,</l>
<l>With many a dreary pause between, from rock</l>
<l>To rock rebound, and break upon my ear</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>cave</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
<kw>Echo</kw>
<kw>volcano</kw>
<kw>clouds</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1784/304.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Gingling-cave</emph> on <emph rend="italic">Gregareth</emph>


</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Gingling Cave</kw>
<kw>Jingling Caves</kw>
<kw>Gragareth</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/305">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 305:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">

<l>Like distant thunder: Or my raptur'd gaze,</l>
<l>E'en from the yew-fring'd margin down the steep</l>
<l>Pursues the [1] foaming cataract's headlong course,</l>
<l>Till spent and dazzl'd on those watry hues</l>
<l>Midway it rests, where light refracted paints</l>
<l>Each clustering dew-drop's glassy orb, and vies</l>
<l>With melting Iris' vernal-tinctur'd bow.</l>
<l>Or whether by the taper's glim'ring ray</l>
<l>Led on, my steps pervade thy secret shrine,</l>
<l><emph rend="italic">Yordas</emph>, where hid from Phaebus' garrish eye,</l>
<l>With contemplation, thy compeer, thou sit'st,</l>
<l>And like a curtain spread'st thy cloud of night</l>
<l>Around thy throne. I feel, I feel thee near!</l>
<l>Full many a young idea that e'er this</l>
<l>Hath slept in silence, at thy thrilling call</l>
<l>Starts from its trance, and kindling into life,</l>
<l>With joy and mingled awe attemper'd, swells</l>
<l>My crouded soul, and ever and anon</l>
<l>As at the wizard's call, my straining eye,</l>
<l>Quick glancing, sees a thousand fleeting shapes</l>
<l>Scatter'd from bright ey'd fancy's dewy plume.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">

<l>Parent of horrors, hail! to my fix'd eye</l>
<l>Thy sacred form in these, these solemn scenes</l>
<l>Reveal'd, descends: And O! more awful far</l>
<l>This great design, grav'd by fair nature's hand,</l>
<l>These frowning rocks, and min'ral roofs reflect</l>
<l>Thy semblance, than cou'd <emph rend="italic">Raphael's</emph> warmth 
devise,</l>
<l>Than <emph rend="italic">Phidias</emph> featur'd marble: And thy voice</l>
<l>Borne on the panting wing of each low blast,</l>
<l>That sighs along the vault, awakes the soul</l>
<l>To feelings more ennobled than the lyre</l>
<l>Of <emph rend="italic">Orpheus</emph>, or the rapture-breathnig strains</l>
<l>Of <emph rend="italic">Handel</emph> e'er inspir'd. O! may I oft</l>
<l>In this Egerian cave, great power, attend</l>
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>waterfall</kw>
<kw>dew</kw>
<kw>Iris</kw>
<kw>Yordas Cave</kw>
<kw>Phoebus</kw>
<kw>rock  mineral</kw>
<kw>Raphael</kw>
<kw>Orpheus</kw>
<kw>Handel</kw>
<kw>Egeria</kw>
</note>
</div>
<div type="footnote" n="1784/305.1">
<p>
<q rend="quote">
<emph rend="italic">Weathercoat-cave</emph> in <emph rend="italic">Chapel in 
the dale</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Weathercoate Cave</kw>
<kw>Chapel-le-Dale</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>


<div type="page">
<div type="section" n="1784/306">
<p rend="text">
3rd edn addenda, page 306:-
</p>
<p>
<q rend="quote">

<l>Thy sacred presence; here with nature's self</l>
<l>Hold converse; 'till by just degrees my mind</l>
<l>Through science' footsteps pierce the harmonious maze</l>
<l>Of scared order, and to brighter views</l>
<l>From day to day aspiring, trace at length,</l>
<l>Through all the wonders of this nether world,</l>
<l>Th' <emph rend="italic">Eternal</emph> cause; to him on rapture's wing</l>
<l>Dart her swift flight, and scale the walls of heaven.</l>
</q></p>
<p>
<q rend="inset">
<emph rend="italic">FINIS</emph>.
</q></p>
<note type="kwdlist">
<kw>Nature</kw>
<kw>Science</kw>
<kw>Heaven</kw>
</note>
</div>
</div>

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<div type="index" n="index">
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<head rend="main">
Index
</head>
<table>
<row><cell>Abbot Hall</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>access</cell><cell>78</cell></row>
<row><cell>Acorn Bank</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Actaeon</cell><cell>267</cell></row>
<row><cell>Act of Union, 1707</cell><cell>167</cell></row>
<row><cell>addenda</cell><cell>iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Addison</cell><cell>247, 268</cell></row>
<row><cell>Adgarley</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Adgarley iron mine</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Adgarley iron mine?</cell><cell>37</cell></row>
<row><cell>Adrian's Tower</cell><cell>15</cell></row>
<row><cell>Aeneas</cell><cell>247, 248</cell></row>
<row><cell>Aeneid</cell><cell>247, 248, 250, 255</cell></row>
<row><cell>agger</cell><cell>124, 145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Agricola</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>agriculture</cell><cell>168, fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>air</cell><cell>4</cell></row>
<row><cell>Aire, River</cell><cell>3rd/232, 278, 279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Alan Pot</cell><cell>274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Alderson, Mr</cell><cell>199</cell></row>
<row><cell>Aldgarly</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Aldgarly iron mine</cell><cell>37, 41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ale Subasia wing</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>altar, roman</cell><cell>20, 146, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Alum Pot</cell><cell>273, 274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Alun Pot</cell><cell>272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ambleside</cell><cell>71, 75, 151, 212</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ambleside garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ambleside to Keswick</cell><cell>78, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 111</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>Amboglana</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>ampula</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Anglesey</cell><cell>262</cell></row>
<row><cell>antiquities</cell><cell>20, 124</cell></row>
<row><cell>Antiquities of Furness</cell><cell>94</cell></row>
<row><cell>Antonine itineraries X</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Antoninus</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Appleby, Bishop</cell><cell>115</cell></row>
<row><cell>Appleby-in-Westmorland</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Apulby</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Aquila chrysaetos</cell><cell>206</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arbeia</cell><cell>124, 125</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arbeia garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>archery butts</cell><cell>257</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arcow Quarry</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arkholme</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Armathwaite</cell><cell>119, 122, 127</cell></row>
<row><cell>Armathwaite Hall</cell><cell>120, 208, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Armitt Library</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Armstrong on Health</cell><cell>93</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arnside Knot</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arnside Tower</cell><cell>28</cell></row>
<row><cell>arr</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arthuret</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Arthur's Table</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>artist</cell><cell>6, 51, 61, 70, 90</cell></row>
<row><cell>ash</cell><cell>204, 258</cell></row>
<row><cell>Askeleros and Croc</cell><cell>6</cell></row>
<row><cell>assembly room, Keswick</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>asthma</cell><cell>199</cell></row>
<row><cell>Atkinson, Mr</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>atter</cell><cell>3rd/302</cell></row>
<row><cell>Augustan wing</cell><cell>21</cell></row>
<row><cell>Austin Friars</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>avalanche</cell><cell>204</cell></row>
<row><cell>avenue of trees</cell><cell>290</cell></row>
<row><cell>Avernus</cell><cell>256</cell></row>
<row><cell>Backbarrow iron foundry</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Backbarrow spinning mill</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>badger</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bampton Vale</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>bandits</cell><cell>137</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bank Beck</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bannerigg</cell><cell>59, 66</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bard of Loweswater</cell><cell>88</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bardsea</cell><cell>34</cell></row>
<row><cell>Barefoot Wives Hole</cell><cell>264, 266</cell></row>
<row><cell>bar iron</cell><cell>36</cell></row>
<row><cell>bark</cell><cell>37</cell></row>
<row><cell>barley</cell><cell>36</cell></row>
<row><cell>Barnabee's Journal</cell><cell>240, 253, 276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Barrow Beck</cell><cell>92, 203</cell></row>
<row><cell>Barrow Side</cell><cell>92</cell></row>
<row><cell>Barton Bridge</cell><cell>153, 201</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bashful Shepherd</cell><cell>298</cell></row>
<row><cell>bass</cell><cell>210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bassenthwaite Halls</cell><cell>123</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bassenthwaite Lake</cell><cell>86, 105, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 
123, 126, 127, 128, 207, 208, 304, 305, 308, 309</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bay Horse inn</cell><cell>251</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Birkrigg</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Caermote</cell><cell>124, 125</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon camp</cell><cell>125</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Castle Crag</cell><cell>125</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Furness</cell><cell>38</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Helm</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Helm?</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Beacon Hill, Penrith</cell><cell>168, 172, 200</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Ingleborough</cell><cell>262, 263</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Penrith</cell><cell>168</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Skiddaw</cell><cell>125</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon system</cell><cell>125</cell></row>
<row><cell>beacon, Warton Crag</cell><cell>14, 28, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>beans</cell><cell>36</cell></row>
<row><cell>Beathwaite Green</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Beattie's Minstrel</cell><cell>132, 135</cell></row>
<row><cell>Beck, Thomas Alcock</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>Beck Wythop</cell><cell>126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Beetham Mill</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>belladonna</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellasis, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Belle Isle</cell><cell>58, 61, 65, 66, 72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellers, William</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellfield</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellingham, Alan</cell><cell>180, 186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellingham chapel</cell><cell>180, 181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellingham Family</cell><cell>186, 214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellingham, James</cell><cell>181, 186, 187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellingham, Richard</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bellingham, Thomas</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>bells, church</cell><cell>239</cell></row>
<row><cell>Belmount</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>ben</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bentham</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bercarii Tigrinensis</cell><cell>124</cell></row>
<row><cell>Berkshire Island</cell><cell>57, 58, 61, 66</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bertie, Mr</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>bigg</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>bilberry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bindloss, Robert, Sir</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bingley</cell><cell>280, 281</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bingley Five Rise Locks</cell><cell>281</cell></row>
<row><cell>birch</cell><cell>204</cell></row>
<row><cell>bird cherry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>birdseye</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Birkrigg</cell><cell>41, 42</cell></row>
<row><cell>Biscot How?</cell><cell>59</cell></row>
<row><cell>Black Beck of Torver</cell><cell>50, 54</cell></row>
<row><cell>Black Bull, Witherslack</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Black Burton</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Black Combe</cell><cell>3rd/232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Black Crag</cell><cell>143</cell></row>
<row><cell>black currant</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>black lead mine</cell><cell>98, 205, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>black marble</cell><cell>248, 250</cell></row>
<row><cell>black shiver</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>black trout</cell><cell>257</cell></row>
<row><cell>Blatumbulgii</cell><cell>125</cell></row>
<row><cell>blazon</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bleaberry Tarn</cell><cell>135</cell></row>
<row><cell>Blea Crag</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bleakhow Crag</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>Blencow</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Blencow Tarn</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Blewcaster</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>blood stone</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>bloomery</cell><cell>94, 103</cell></row>
<row><cell>blue rag</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>boat race</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>boggart</cell><cell>256</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bolton</cell><cell>215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bolton, John</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>bone, human</cell><cell>21</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bonville Family</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>borough</cell><cell>243, 262</cell></row>
<row><cell>Borough Hall</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Borrowdale</cell><cell>74, 75, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 99, 100, 103, 

104, 107, 113, 114, 121, 125, 148, 203, 204, 206, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Borrowgate</cell><cell>203</cell></row>
<row><cell>Borwick Hall</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>botany</cell><cell>8, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bouth</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bowder Stone</cell><cell>97</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bowes, T</cell><cell>23</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bowness, Bassenthwaite</cell><cell>123, 126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bowness-on-Solway</cell><cell>125</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bowness-on-Windermere</cell><cell>71, 73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brackenthwaite Hows</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bradford</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bradness</cell><cell>122, 123, 126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bradshaw, William</cell><cell>18</cell></row>
<row><cell>Braida Garth</cell><cell>246, 251</cell></row>
<row><cell>Braithwaite Wife Hole</cell><cell>264, 266</cell></row>
<row><cell>bramble</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brampton</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bransil Beck</cell><cell>275, 276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bransil Head</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brants Gill Head</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brathay</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brathay, River</cell><cell>72, 229, 230, 231</cell></row>
<row><cell>Breadagarth</cell><cell>246</cell></row>
<row><cell>Breingwin</cell><cell>172</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bremetonacae</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>brick, roman</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>bridge, Lancaster</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brigantes</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>Broadness</cell><cell>122, 123, 126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brough</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brougham Castle</cell><cell>171, 200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brougham House</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brougham, Mr</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brougham to Moresby</cell><cell>144, 145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brough fair</cell><cell>199, 200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brough, Mr</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brovoniacum</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brown, Dr</cell><cell>112, 116, 117, 193, iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brownrigg, Dr</cell><cell>304</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bruno</cell><cell>225</cell></row>
<row><cell>Brunton Brow</cell><cell>219</cell></row>
<row><cell>Buchanan, Mrs</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Buckbarrow</cell><cell>166</cell></row>
<row><cell>Bull Crag, Borrowdale</cell><cell>97, 98</cell></row>
<row><cell>bulrush</cell><cell>72</cell></row>
<row><cell>burgh</cell><cell>243, 262</cell></row>
<row><cell>burgos</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burkley</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burneside</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>burnet rose</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burnmore</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burnshead, Gilbert</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burnshead, Margaret</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burton-in-Kendal</cell><cell>26, 188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Burton in Lonsdale</cell><cell>244, 250</cell></row>
<row><cell>Butler, Mr</cell><cell>254</cell></row>
<row><cell>Buttermere</cell><cell>136, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Buttermere lake</cell><cell>134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 295</cell></row>


<row><cell>butts, Chapel-le-Dale</cell><cell>257</cell></row>
<row><cell>Buxton</cell><cell>193</cell></row>
<row><cell>Byrne, Mr</cell><cell>60</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cachidecam</cell><cell>208</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cachidecam?</cell><cell>84</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cacus</cell><cell>247, 250</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cadmus</cell><cell>247</cell></row>
<row><cell>Caermote</cell><cell>124, 126, 127, 148</cell></row>
<row><cell>Caer Werid</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>cairn</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>caldera</cell><cell>135</cell></row>
<row><cell>Caledonian Cave of Famine</cell><cell>269</cell></row>
<row><cell>Caledonians</cell><cell>19, 125, 149</cell></row>
<row><cell>Calgarth</cell><cell>63, 71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Calgarth Park</cell><cell>63</cell></row>
<row><cell>caly</cell><cell>3rd/234</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cambrian Minstrel</cell><cell>227</cell></row>
<row><cell>Camden, William</cell><cell>18, 23, 75, 124, 149, 150</cell></row>
<row><cell>camera obscura</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cam Fell</cell><cell>270, 271</cell></row>
<row><cell>canal</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>candle</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>cannon</cell><cell>73, 128, 161</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cansfield Family</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>cap</cell><cell>3rd/302</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cark Hall</cell><cell>34</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cark Lane</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Carling Knott</cell><cell>140, 143</cell></row>
<row><cell>Carnforth</cell><cell>236</cell></row>
<row><cell>Carter, The</cell><cell>30, 36</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cartmel</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cartmel, John of</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cartmel Priory</cell><cell>31, 32, 34</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cartmel Sands</cell><cell>35, 75</cell></row>
<row><cell>case char</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>caster</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Casterton</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Casterton Fell</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Casticand</cell><cell>208</cell></row>
<row><cell>castle</cell><cell>13</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castlebar</cell><cell>277</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Crag</cell><cell>93, 94, 103, 107, 112, 125, 148, 149, 165, 
205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Head</cell><cell>148</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castlehead</cell><cell>29</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Hill</cell><cell>106, 147, 149, 150, 151, 203, 208</cell>
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<row><cell>Castle Hill, Kendal</cell><cell>213</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle How</cell><cell>120, 126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Howe</cell><cell>183, 188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Law Hill</cell><cell>183, 188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Rig</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castlerigg</cell><cell>83, 86, 109, 110, 111, 130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castlerigg Stone Circle</cell><cell>86, 109, 110, 208</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Rock</cell><cell>100</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Rocks</cell><cell>110</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castle Steads</cell><cell>14, 28</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castlesteads</cell><cell>151, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>castlesteads, Stainton</cell><cell>14, 28</cell></row>
<row><cell>Castlet</cell><cell>149</cell></row>
<row><cell>castrum</cell><cell>147, 243</cell></row>
<row><cell>catholics</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Catknot Hole</cell><cell>270, 271</cell></row>
<row><cell>Caton Moor</cell><cell>7</cell></row>
<row><cell>cattle</cell><cell>199, 222, 254, fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Causeway End</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Causeway Foot</cell><cell>85, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Causewayfoot</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>Causey Pike</cell><cell>91, 111</cell></row>
<row><cell>cave</cell><cell>3rd/229, 3rd/304</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cavendish, George</cell><cell>34</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cawsey Pike</cell><cell>91, 111</cell></row>
<row><cell>Chaos</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>chapel, Chapel-le-Dale</cell><cell>254</cell></row>
<row><cell>Chapel-in-the-Dale</cell><cell>251, 282</cell></row>
<row><cell>Chapel-le-Dale</cell><cell>3rd/229, 3rd/305, 251, 254, 265, 266, 
275, 282</cell></row>
<row><cell>chapel, Mardale</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>char</cell><cell>54, 56, 73, 138, 139, 140, 157, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>charcoal</cell><cell>284</cell></row>
<row><cell>Charles II</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>charter, Flookburgh</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Charteris, Mr</cell><cell>219</cell></row>
<row><cell>charter, Kendal</cell><cell>179</cell></row>
<row><cell>charter, Lancaster</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>charter, Penrith</cell><cell>169</cell></row>
<row><cell>charter, Shap Abbey</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>chester</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cheviot Hills</cell><cell>308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Churchill, Mr</cell><cell>269</cell></row>
<row><cell>church, Ingleton</cell><cell>253</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cincinnatus</cell><cell>233</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cistercians</cell><cell>38</cell></row>
<row><cell>Clapham</cell><cell>274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Clappersgate</cell><cell>72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Claude</cell><cell>10, 27, 35, 195, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Claythorp</cell><cell>101, 102, 103</cell></row>
<row><cell>Claythorp Clints</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cleator</cell><cell>295</cell></row>
<row><cell>clever, to</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>Clifford, Anne, Lady</cell><cell>170, 222</cell></row>
<row><cell>Clifford Family</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Clifford, Mr</cell><cell>218</cell></row>
<row><cell>climate</cell><cell>5</cell></row>
<row><cell>cloudberry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>clouds</cell><cell>3rd/304, 11</cell></row>
<row><cell>Clougha Pike</cell><cell>42</cell></row>
<row><cell>coachman</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>coal</cell><cell>24, 269, 270</cell></row>
<row><cell>coal mine</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, Bellingham</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of Arms, D'Aincourt</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, D'Aincourt and Strickland</cell><cell>187</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, Edward III</cell><cell>17</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, Henry V</cell><cell>17</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, Parr</cell><cell>182</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, Ross</cell><cell>182</cell></row>
<row><cell>coat of arms, royal</cell><cell>17, 73, 216</cell></row>
<row><cell>cob</cell><cell>3rd/302</cell></row>
<row><cell>Coccium</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cockermouth</cell><cell>307</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cocker, River</cell><cell>139, 142, 143</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cockin, William</cell><cell>73, intro 1, vi</cell></row>
<row><cell>cockler</cell><cell>217, 218</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cockshot Hill</cell><cell>87</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cockshot Wood</cell><cell>203, 206, 207</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cockshut Hill</cell><cell>87</cell></row>
<row><cell>coin, danish</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>coin, roman</cell><cell>15, 21, 76, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cold Fell</cell><cell>295</cell></row>
<row><cell>Colm</cell><cell>270</cell></row>
<row><cell>colours</cell><cell>11, 12</cell></row>
<row><cell>Colthouse</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>columbine</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>column</cell><cell>285</cell></row>
<row><cell>Colwith Force</cell><cell>230</cell></row>
<row><cell>comb, ivory</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Concangium</cell><cell>16, 183</cell></row>
<row><cell>Conishead</cell><cell>34</cell></row>
<row><cell>Conishead Priory</cell><cell>34, 36, 42, 43, 44</cell></row>
<row><cell>Coniston</cell><cell>51</cell></row>
<row><cell>Coniston Beck</cell><cell>54</cell></row>
<row><cell>Coniston Hall</cell><cell>51, 52</cell></row>
<row><cell>Coniston Water</cell><cell>46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 
75</cell></row>
<row><cell>contents</cell><cell>vii</cell></row>
<row><cell>convalescence</cell><cell>4</cell></row>
<row><cell>copper mine?</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>coppicing</cell><cell>284</cell></row>
<row><cell>cormorant</cell><cell>201</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cottage, Ambleside</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Coums</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Countess Pillar</cell><cell>170, 200</cell></row>
<row><cell>county boundary</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cove</cell><cell>50</cell></row>
<row><cell>Covell Cross</cell><cell>18</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cove?</cell><cell>72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cowan Bridge</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>cowberry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cow Close</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crake, River</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>cranberry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>cranesbill</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Craven</cell><cell>222, 238</cell></row>
<row><cell>Croft Lodge, Clappersgate</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cromwell, Oliver</cell><cell>183</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crossa Greta</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cross Fell</cell><cell>108, 109, 200, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crosthwaite</cell><cell>86, 115</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crowbarrow</cell><cell>166</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crowbrow</cell><cell>239</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crow Holme?</cell><cell>57, 58, 61, 62</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crow Park</cell><cell>88, 90, 104, 105, 206</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crucifixion</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crummock Water</cell><cell>138, 139, 141, 142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Crump, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>crusader knight</cell><cell>39</cell></row>
<row><cell>Culms</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cumberland, Countess of</cell><cell>170</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cumberland dialect</cell><cell>100, 298, 303</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cumberland, Mr</cell><cell>117, 159, 160, 161, 224</cell></row>
<row><cell>Cumberland Pacquet</cell><cell>117, 128</cell></row>
<row><cell>cup</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Curlew Craggs?</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>current</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Curwen, John Christian</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>Curwen, Mr</cell><cell>61</cell></row>
<row><cell>Curwenwood Kins</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>cutaneous diseases</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dacre</cell><cell>152</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dacre Common</cell><cell>152</cell></row>
<row><cell>dairy</cell><cell>fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dalemain</cell><cell>152, 163, 201</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dallam Tower</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dalston, William, Sir</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dalton, Dr</cell><cell>87, 197</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dalton-in-Furness</cell><cell>36, 37, 42</cell></row>
<row><cell>dance</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>danish coin</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>dee</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>deer</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Deluge, The</cell><cell>101, 188</cell></row>
<row><cell>denarius</cell><cell>15</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dent Dale</cell><cell>270</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derventione</cell><cell>147</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Family</cell><cell>94</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Fells</cell><cell>132</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Island?</cell><cell>90, 91, 111</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Isle</cell><cell>208</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent, River</cell><cell>92, 94, 95, 97, 106, 107, 121, 123, 147, 
205, 209, 226, 307</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Water</cell><cell>86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 94, 95, 100, 
101, 104, 105, 107, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 130, 151, 194, 195, 

196, 197, 203, 206, 304, 305, 309</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwentwater, Adam de</cell><cell>94</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Water, by boat</cell><cell>112, 113, 114, 115, 195, 
207</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Water, frozen</cell><cell>117</cell></row>
<row><cell>Derwent Water Regatta</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>description, errors</cell><cell>90</cell></row>
<row><cell>descriptions</cell><cell>11</cell></row>
<row><cell>description, scenes</cell><cell>107</cell></row>
<row><cell>descriptive style</cell><cell>199</cell></row>
<row><cell>descriptive text</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>dess</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>development</cell><cell>71, 81, 144</cell></row>
<row><cell>Devil, The</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Devil's Bridge</cell><cell>241, 242, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Devil's Chamberpot</cell><cell>119, 208</cell></row>
<row><cell>dew</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>dialect</cell><cell>3rd/297, 3rd/298, 3rd/299, 3rd/300, 3rd/301, 
3rd/302, 3rd/303</cell></row>
<row><cell>dialect, Cumberland</cell><cell>100, 298, 303</cell></row>
<row><cell>dialect dictionary</cell><cell>3rd/298</cell></row>
<row><cell>Diana</cell><cell>267, 268</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dibdale</cell><cell>270</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dicken Pot</cell><cell>274</cell></row>
<row><cell>dictionary, dialect</cell><cell>3rd/298</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dictis</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dixon, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Doe, River</cell><cell>3rd/231, 251, 254, 257, 269</cell></row>
<row><cell>Doe, River?</cell><cell>259, 260</cell></row>
<row><cell>Douk Cave</cell><cell>255</cell></row>
<row><cell>Douk Cove</cell><cell>261</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dovedale</cell><cell>117, 193, 194</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dove's Nest</cell><cell>205, 233</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dowgill Scar</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>dragon</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>drawing</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>Drayton</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dr Bannister's Handbason</cell><cell>273, 274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dropping Well</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>druids</cell><cell>86, 109, 110, 172, 208</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dryden</cell><cell>256</cell></row>
<row><cell>Duddon Sands</cell><cell>75, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>due</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dughet, Gaspard</cell><cell>10, 63, 195, 228, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunald Mill</cell><cell>189</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunald Mill Hole</cell><cell>236</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunmail</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunmail Raise</cell><cell>82, 83, 148, 210, fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunmallard</cell><cell>152, 153, 154</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunmallard Hill</cell><cell>201</cell></row>
<row><cell>Dunmallet</cell><cell>152, 153, 154</cell></row>
<row><cell>D'Aincourt, Elizabeth</cell><cell>181, 187</cell></row>
<row><cell>D'Aincourt, Ralph</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>eagle</cell><cell>74, 97, 98, 132, 198, 205, 225</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eagle Crag</cell><cell>97</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eagle's Cliff</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>eagle's nest</cell><cell>194, 205, 206</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eamont Bridge</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eamont, River</cell><cell>152, 153, 200, 201</cell></row>
<row><cell>earthwork</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eau, River</cell><cell>30, 36</cell></row>
<row><cell>ebbing and flowing well</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ecclerigg Crag</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Echo</cell><cell>3rd/304, 226, 233</cell></row>
<row><cell>echoes</cell><cell>73, 116, 128, 161</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eclogue</cell><cell>279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Eden, River</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Edmund</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>Edward I</cell><cell>31, 33, 34, 150, 169</cell></row>
<row><cell>Edward II</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Edward III</cell><cell>17</cell></row>
<row><cell>Edwin</cell><cell>132</cell></row>
<row><cell>eel</cell><cell>56, 118</cell></row>
<row><cell>Effusions of Friendship and Fancy</cell><cell>174</cell></row>
<row><cell>Egeria</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Egremont, Lord</cell><cell>203</cell></row>
<row><cell>Elizabeth I</cell><cell>16, 179</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ellenborough garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>Elshamer</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Elter Water</cell><cell>75, 230, 231</cell></row>
<row><cell>Embleton</cell><cell>120, 123</cell></row>
<row><cell>emigration</cell><cell>246</cell></row>
<row><cell>eminence</cell><cell>275, 284, 285</cell></row>
<row><cell>Endmoor</cell><cell>239</cell></row>
<row><cell>English Garden</cell><cell>291</cell></row>
<row><cell>English, Mr</cell><cell>61</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ennerdale</cell><cell>293</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ennerdale Bridge</cell><cell>295</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ennerdale Broad Water</cell><cell>295</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ennerdale Water</cell><cell>295, 296, 297</cell></row>
<row><cell>entrochi</cell><cell>250, 263, 264</cell></row>
<row><cell>epitaph, Tirer</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>erne</cell><cell>206</cell></row>
<row><cell>erosion</cell><cell>84, 266</cell></row>
<row><cell>Esthwaite Water</cell><cell>55, 75</cell></row>
<row><cell>etymology</cell><cell>3rd/297, 3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>Excursion to the Lakes</cell><cell>161</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fairbank</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>fair, Brough</cell><cell>199, 200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fairfax, Thomas, Sir</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fairfield</cell><cell>59, 63, 74, fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>fair, Lancaster</cell><cell>216</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fair Weather Sykes</cell><cell>263</cell></row>
<row><cell>fairy</cell><cell>250</cell></row>
<row><cell>fairy churn</cell><cell>256</cell></row>
<row><cell>Falco albicilla</cell><cell>206</cell></row>
<row><cell>Falcon Crag</cell><cell>91</cell></row>
<row><cell>Falcon's Nest</cell><cell>114</cell></row>
<row><cell>fallow deer</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Farleton Knott</cell><cell>101, 189, 239</cell></row>
<row><cell>farmer</cell><cell>309</cell></row>
<row><cell>Farrington, Mr</cell><cell>60, 66, 78, 80, 93, 157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Far Sawrey</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>Feary, I</cell><cell>fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fell Foot</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fenwick, Thomas</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>fern</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ferney Green</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ferry House Inn</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ferry Point</cell><cell>59</cell></row>
<row><cell>ferry, Windermere</cell><cell>56, 57</cell></row>
<row><cell>fingerpost</cell><cell>291</cell></row>
<row><cell>fire earth</cell><cell>267</cell></row>
<row><cell>fireworks</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>fish</cell><cell>54, 73, 118, 138, 140, 157, 158, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>fisherman</cell><cell>266</cell></row>
<row><cell>fish hooks</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>fishing</cell><cell>6, 72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fleetwith Pike</cell><cell>136</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fleming, Daniel, Sir</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fleming Family</cell><cell>41, 51, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fleming, Michael le, Sir</cell><cell>78, 79, 211, 212, 232</cell>
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<row><cell>floods</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Flookburgh</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Flora</cell><cell>8</cell></row>
<row><cell>fly orchis</cell><cell>252</cell></row>
<row><cell>Foal Foot</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Foe Park</cell><cell>90, 105, 106, 112, 121</cell></row>
<row><cell>folk tale</cell><cell>3rd/297</cell></row>
<row><cell>footnotes</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Force Bridge</cell><cell>184, 185</cell></row>
<row><cell>forestry</cell><cell>90, 287</cell></row>
<row><cell>forge, Levens</cell><cell>185, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fornside</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>fossil</cell><cell>3rd/229, 144, 252</cell></row>
<row><cell>Foudry Island?</cell><cell>217</cell></row>
<row><cell>Foulney Island</cell><cell>41, 217</cell></row>
<row><cell>Fowke, Mr</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>fox</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Friar Crag</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Furness</cell><cell>14, 34, 75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Furness Abbey</cell><cell>37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 73, 94, 114</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>Furness Abbey, prison</cell><cell>42</cell></row>
<row><cell>Furness, Anselm de</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Furness Fells</cell><cell>42, 63, 284</cell></row>
<row><cell>Galacum</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>gale</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Galeforth Gill</cell><cell>166</cell></row>
<row><cell>gaol, Lancaster</cell><cell>216</cell></row>
<row><cell>garden, Conishead Priory</cell><cell>43, 45</cell></row>
<row><cell>garden, Levens Hall</cell><cell>26, 187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Garnett Bridge to Sadgill</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gasgarth Family</cell><cell>202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gatekirk</cell><cell>260</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gatekirk Cave</cell><cell>267, 268, 269</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gatescarth Pass</cell><cell>165, 166</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gatescarth to Mardale</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gatesgarth</cell><cell>136</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gateway Tower</cell><cell>13</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gaunt, John of</cell><cell>216</cell></row>
<row><cell>gazetteer</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gearstones inn</cell><cell>270</cell></row>
<row><cell>gelder rose</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>gelt char</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Genius of the Caves</cell><cell>282</cell></row>
<row><cell>Genius of Westmorland</cell><cell>174</cell></row>
<row><cell>geology</cell><cell>101, 263</cell></row>
<row><cell>German Ocean</cell><cell>308</cell></row>
<row><cell>giant</cell><cell>250, 268</cell></row>
<row><cell>Giant's Grave</cell><cell>170</cell></row>
<row><cell>Giggleswick</cell><cell>219, 277</cell></row>
<row><cell>Giggleswick Scar</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gilbert, Mr</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gillerthwaite</cell><cell>293, 294</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gillhead?</cell><cell>66</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gilpin, William, Rev</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gingle Pot</cell><cell>257</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gingle Pot?</cell><cell>3rd/229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gingling Cave</cell><cell>3rd/304, 250</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glanoventa</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glaramara</cell><cell>97, 98</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gleaston Castle</cell><cell>33, 41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glencairn Beck</cell><cell>157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glencoyne Bridge?</cell><cell>157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glenderamackin Beck</cell><cell>110</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glenderaterra Beck</cell><cell>109</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glenovento</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Glorious Revolution, 1688</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>glossary</cell><cell>298, 303</cell></row>
<row><cell>glow worm</cell><cell>267</cell></row>
<row><cell>goat</cell><cell>279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Goats Field</cell><cell>150</cell></row>
<row><cell>God of Day</cell><cell>160</cell></row>
<row><cell>gold</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>golden eagle</cell><cell>206</cell></row>
<row><cell>Goldrill Beck</cell><cell>156, 157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Goldrill Bridge</cell><cell>162</cell></row>
<row><cell>Goldscope Lead Mines</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Goldsmith, Dr</cell><cell>254, 255, 295</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gordale Scar</cell><cell>3rd/233, 3rd/234, 220, 278, 279</cell></row>


<row><cell>Gordian</cell><cell>21</cell></row>
<row><cell>Goths</cell><cell>249</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gowbarrow Park</cell><cell>152, 155, 157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gowdar Crag</cell><cell>92</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gowder Crag</cell><cell>92, 204, 225</cell></row>
<row><cell>graffiti</cell><cell>248</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gragareth</cell><cell>3rd/304, 246, 250, 253, 282</cell></row>
<row><cell>Graham, Colonel</cell><cell>187</cell></row>
<row><cell>grammar</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grange</cell><cell>93, 94, 95, 96, 100, 204, 205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grange Bridge</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grasmere</cell><cell>211</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grasmere Hill</cell><cell>80, 211</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grasmere lake</cell><cell>75, 80, 81, 82, 211, 228, fpce</cell></row>


<row><cell>Grasmoor</cell><cell>141, 142</cell></row>
<row><cell>grass</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grass Holme?</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grassington</cell><cell>279, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gray Family</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gray, Henry</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Graystock Park</cell><cell>150</cell></row>
<row><cell>Gray, Thomas</cell><cell>2, 25, 80, 81, 82, 85, 86, 87, 90, 92, 93, 
96, 104, 105, 106, 110, 111, 112, 118, 137, 152, 158, 179, 180, 182, 199, 200, 
201, iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Great Douk Cave</cell><cell>255, 261</cell></row>
<row><cell>Great Island</cell><cell>58, 61, 65, 72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Great Langdale Beck</cell><cell>231</cell></row>
<row><cell>Great Rigg</cell><cell>fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Great Strickland</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Great Wood</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greaves, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Green Aer</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>Green Caer</cell><cell>15</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greenodd</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greenodd to Coniston</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greensett Caves</cell><cell>269</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greenside Cave</cell><cell>269</cell></row>
<row><cell>Green Town</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greeta, River</cell><cell>110, 150</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greta, River</cell><cell>85, 106, 108, 110, 147, 251</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greystock</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greystock Low Moor</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greystoke</cell><cell>202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greystoke Castle</cell><cell>202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Greystoke Park</cell><cell>150</cell></row>
<row><cell>grouse</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Groves?</cell><cell>76</cell></row>
<row><cell>Grysdale Beck</cell><cell>156</cell></row>
<row><cell>guidebook</cell><cell>90</cell></row>
<row><cell>Guide to the Lakes</cell><cell>map</cell></row>
<row><cell>gunpowder mill</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>hackle</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>Halifax, Lord</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hallow Stone Crag</cell><cell>92</cell></row>
<row><cell>Halton</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>Handel</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hardknot</cell><cell>63, 213, 230</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hardraw Force</cell><cell>272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hardrawkin</cell><cell>266</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hardraw Scar</cell><cell>271, 272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Harrington Family</cell><cell>33, 41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Harrington, John, Sir</cell><cell>33, 34</cell></row>
<row><cell>Harrison, Mr</cell><cell>17, 23, 24, 71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Harrow Farm</cell><cell>60</cell></row>
<row><cell>Harter Fell, Longsleddale</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hartley, W</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>harvest</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Harvest, or the Bashful Shepherd</cell><cell>298</cell></row>
<row><cell>haunted house</cell><cell>63</cell></row>
<row><cell>Havell, Robert and Son</cell><cell>fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hawes</cell><cell>272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hawes Water</cell><cell>162, 163, 164, 165, 173</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hawkshead</cell><cell>55, 98</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hawkshead to Ambleside</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hawthorn Oaks</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hay Rick</cell><cell>134</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hay Stacks</cell><cell>134</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hay Stacks?</cell><cell>137</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hazel, Mr</cell><cell>201</cell></row>
<row><cell>head</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>healm</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>heam</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>heath</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Heaven</cell><cell>3rd/306</cell></row>
<row><cell>heck</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>hedge</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>hee</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>heleborine</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Helm Crag</cell><cell>82, 83, 210, 211, fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Helm, The</cell><cell>14, 28, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>helm wind</cell><cell>253</cell></row>
<row><cell>Helsington</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>Helvellyn</cell><cell>75, 83, 84, 108, 111, 153, 154, 155, 157, 202, 

208, 210, 224</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hen Holme</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>Henry II</cell><cell>32</cell></row>
<row><cell>Henry III</cell><cell>23, 33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Henry IV</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Henry V</cell><cell>17</cell></row>
<row><cell>Henry VI</cell><cell>168</cell></row>
<row><cell>Henry VIII</cell><cell>36, 130, 180, 294</cell></row>
<row><cell>Heppe</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>Herdus</cell><cell>295</cell></row>
<row><cell>hermit</cell><cell>6, 250</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hest Bank</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Heversham</cell><cell>28</cell></row>
<row><cell>Heysham Point</cell><cell>27</cell></row>
<row><cell>High Crag, Ennerdale and Kinniside</cell><cell>134</cell></row>
<row><cell>Highcross</cell><cell>140, 142, 162</cell></row>
<row><cell>High Fall, Rydal</cell><cell>78, 212, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>High Furness</cell><cell>308</cell></row>
<row><cell>highland cattle?</cell><cell>222</cell></row>
<row><cell>Highmore Family</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>High Snab Bank</cell><cell>132</cell></row>
<row><cell>High Stile</cell><cell>134</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hill Bell</cell><cell>59, 62, 74</cell></row>
<row><cell>hillfort, Castle Crag</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>hillfort, Ingleborough</cell><cell>263</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hilltop</cell><cell>202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hincaster</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hinton, Thomas</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hobina</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holker Hall</cell><cell>34, 35</cell></row>
<row><cell>holly</cell><cell>204, 289</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holly Hill</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holme</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holme Island</cell><cell>28</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holy Trinity, Kendal</cell><cell>180, 214, iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holy Trinity, Mardale</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>Holy Well</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Honister Crag</cell><cell>136, 293</cell></row>
<row><cell>Horace</cell><cell>302</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hornby</cell><cell>14, 218, 242, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hornby Castle</cell><cell>218, 219</cell></row>
<row><cell>horse</cell><cell>304</cell></row>
<row><cell>horse racing</cell><cell>263</cell></row>
<row><cell>Horsley, Mr</cell><cell>75, 149, 150, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Horsley's alphabet</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>Horton Beck</cell><cell>275, 276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Horton in Ribblesdale</cell><cell>274, 275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Horton Scar</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>hose</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>hospitality</cell><cell>93, 99, 100, 137, 205</cell></row>
<row><cell>house, stone</cell><cell>290</cell></row>
<row><cell>Howard, Fulk Greville</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>How Hall</cell><cell>294</cell></row>
<row><cell>How Hill</cell><cell>105, 207</cell></row>
<row><cell>Huddlestone, Mr</cell><cell>152</cell></row>
<row><cell>Huddleston, Mr</cell><cell>201</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hudibras</cell><cell>254</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hugh, the Hermit</cell><cell>6</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hull Pot</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hull Pot Beck</cell><cell>275, 276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hulpit Hole</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Huntpit Hole</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hunt Pot</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>hurder</cell><cell>251, 274, 275</cell></row>
<row><cell>hurtleberry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hurtle Pot</cell><cell>255, 256, 257, 258, 259</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hurtlepot Boggard</cell><cell>256</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hurtle Pot?</cell><cell>3rd/229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hutchinson, Mr</cell><cell>161</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hutchinson's Excursion</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hutton, John, Rev</cell><cell>238</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hutton Moor</cell><cell>144, 148</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hutton Roof</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Hutton St John</cell><cell>152, 201</cell></row>
<row><cell>hyperbole</cell><cell>137</cell></row>
<row><cell>hyphenation</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>ice</cell><cell>117</cell></row>
<row><cell>icicle</cell><cell>3rd/300, 117</cell></row>
<row><cell>ideas</cell><cell>3</cell></row>
<row><cell>igneum lutum</cell><cell>266, 267</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ilkeley</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ill Bell</cell><cell>3rd/232, 59, 62, 74</cell></row>
<row><cell>indexing</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>ingle</cell><cell>262</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ingleborough</cell><cell>3rd/231, 3rd/232, 25, 27, 28, 42, 75, 218, 
219, 221, 241, 253, 261, 262, 263, 265, 274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ingleton</cell><cell>219, 251, 252, 253</cell></row>
<row><cell>inn, Ambleside</cell><cell>212</cell></row>
<row><cell>inn, Ingleton</cell><cell>253</cell></row>
<row><cell>innkeeper</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>inn, Kendal</cell><cell>213</cell></row>
<row><cell>inn, Kirkby Lonsdale</cell><cell>240</cell></row>
<row><cell>inn, Lancaster</cell><cell>216</cell></row>
<row><cell>inn, Settle</cell><cell>219, 220</cell></row>
<row><cell>inscription, roman</cell><cell>20, 22, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>introduction</cell><cell>map</cell></row>
<row><cell>invasion</cell><cell>19, 148, 149</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ireby</cell><cell>124</cell></row>
<row><cell>Iris</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Irish Channel</cell><cell>308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Irish Sea</cell><cell>262, 264, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>iron</cell><cell>36, 94, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>iron foundry</cell><cell>26, 103</cell></row>
<row><cell>iron mine</cell><cell>37, 41</cell></row>
<row><cell>iron ore</cell><cell>36, 37, 41, 103</cell></row>
<row><cell>ironworks</cell><cell>284</cell></row>
<row><cell>ironworks, Levens?</cell><cell>215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Isel</cell><cell>123</cell></row>
<row><cell>Isle of Man</cell><cell>262, 307</cell></row>
<row><cell>Isle of Walney</cell><cell>41, 75</cell></row>
<row><cell>italic</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>itineraries</cell><cell>7, 9, 10</cell></row>
<row><cell>James, Dr</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Jingle Pot</cell><cell>257, 258, 259, 260</cell></row>
<row><cell>Jingling Caves</cell><cell>3rd/304, 250, 282</cell></row>
<row><cell>Jingling Pot</cell><cell>250, 251, 282</cell></row>
<row><cell>John</cell><cell>22, 173</cell></row>
<row><cell>John o' Gaunt</cell><cell>17</cell></row>
<row><cell>John o' Gaunt's Ovens</cell><cell>15</cell></row>
<row><cell>Jove, bird of</cell><cell>97, 198, 225</cell></row>
<row><cell>Karlwath de Vitripont, Robert</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keighley</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>keld</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keld Head</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kellbarrow</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kellet</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>kelter</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kemp Howe</cell><cell>175</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal</cell><cell>75, 101, 148, 176, 177, 178, 180, 188, 213, 
214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal, Baron of</cell><cell>16, 39</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal Barony</cell><cell>179</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal Castle</cell><cell>16, 176, 182, 183, 214, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal Museum</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal to Shap</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kendal to Ulverston</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kent Estuary</cell><cell>28</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kentmere Pike</cell><cell>63</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kent, River</cell><cell>28, 29, 30, 177, 185, 186, 187, 213, 
215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kent Valley</cell><cell>175, 176, 182, 187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keskadale Farm</cell><cell>132</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick</cell><cell>75, 85, 86, 87, 95, 100, 106, 108, 111, 117, 
125, 128, 129, 130, 147, 149, 150, 193, 194, 195, 197, 203, 293, 310</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>Keswick Lake</cell><cell>87</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick Museum</cell><cell>144</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick to Borrowdale</cell><cell>96, 97, 98</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick to Bothel</cell><cell>124</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick to Buttermere</cell><cell>131, 132, 133, 134</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick to Cockermouth</cell><cell>126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Keswick to Ennerdale</cell><cell>141</cell></row>
<row><cell>keywords</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kidsty Pike</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kildwick</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Killarney, poem</cell><cell>8, 73, 75, 97</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kilner, J</cell><cell>i</cell></row>
<row><cell>kiln, roman</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kilnsey Crag</cell><cell>279, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kilsey Crag</cell><cell>279, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>King Lear</cell><cell>234</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kingsdale</cell><cell>245, 246, 251</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kingsdale Beck</cell><cell>245, 251, 252</cell></row>
<row><cell>kink</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>kink cough</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kinniside</cell><cell>295</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkby Lonsdale</cell><cell>239, 241, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkby Stephen</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkby Thore</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkoswald</cell><cell>79</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkstall Abbey</cell><cell>281</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkstone</cell><cell>63, 72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkstone Fell</cell><cell>156</cell></row>
<row><cell>Kirkstone Pass</cell><cell>148, 149, 162</cell></row>
<row><cell>knitting</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Knott, Michael</cell><cell>54</cell></row>
<row><cell>knoutberry</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lady Holme</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lady's Leap</cell><cell>114</cell></row>
<row><cell>lady's slipper</cell><cell>252</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lake of Patterdale</cell><cell>160</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancashire</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster</cell><cell>20, 22, 23, 42, 216</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, bridge</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, Bridge Lane</cell><cell>18</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster Canal</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster Castle</cell><cell>13, 15, 16, 216</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, Church Street</cell><cell>18, 21</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, Duchy of</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, Duke of</cell><cell>17, 23, 216</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, Pudding Lane</cell><cell>20</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, quay</cell><cell>23</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster Sands</cell><cell>26, 27, 29, 75, 166, 215, 308</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>Lancaster to Hest Bank</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster to Kendal</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, town hall</cell><cell>23</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lancaster, William de</cell><cell>6, 16</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lanchester</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Landen Nab?</cell><cell>60</cell></row>
<row><cell>landscape</cell><cell>map</cell></row>
<row><cell>landscape mirror</cell><cell>12, 70, 96, 110, 127, 200, 203, 
207</cell></row>
<row><cell>landscape painting</cell><cell>6, 141, map</cell></row>
<row><cell>landslip</cell><cell>203, 204</cell></row>
<row><cell>Langdale</cell><cell>103, 104, 213, 230</cell></row>
<row><cell>Langdale Chapel</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Langdale Pikes</cell><cell>3rd/232, 62, 63, 74, 104, 107, 121, 
230</cell></row>
<row><cell>Langhorne</cell><cell>174</cell></row>
<row><cell>Langthwaite</cell><cell>210</cell></row>
<row><cell>lantern</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lanthwaite Wood?</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Latimer Family</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Latrigg</cell><cell>96, 106, 107, 130, 202, 304</cell></row>
<row><cell>Law, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>laws</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>lead mine</cell><cell>263, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>lead ore</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leathes Water</cell><cell>83, 84, 85, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leck</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leck, River</cell><cell>242, 243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leeds</cell><cell>280, 281, 282, 283</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leeds and Liverpool Canal</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Legberthwaite</cell><cell>85, 142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leigh, Dr</cell><cell>20</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leland, John</cell><cell>18</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leolin</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leven, River</cell><cell>36, 46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Leven Sands</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Levens Family</cell><cell>57, 186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Levens Force</cell><cell>185, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Levens Hall</cell><cell>26, 186, 187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Levens Park</cell><cell>185, 186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lever, Ashton, Sir</cell><cell>21</cell></row>
<row><cell>lichen</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>light</cell><cell>11</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lilies of the Valley Islands</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>lily of the valley</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>lime kiln</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>lime kiln, Settle</cell><cell>277</cell></row>
<row><cell>limestone</cell><cell>24, 37, 101, 178, 237, 239, 263, 266, 277, 
280</cell></row>
<row><cell>limestone pavement</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ling Gill</cell><cell>272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ling Holme</cell><cell>60</cell></row>
<row><cell>literary style</cell><cell>11</cell></row>
<row><cell>Little Blencow</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Little Man</cell><cell>307</cell></row>
<row><cell>Little Salkeld</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>liver wort</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Liza Beck</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Liza, River</cell><cell>293, 294</cell></row>
<row><cell>Llandaff, Bishop of</cell><cell>63, 71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loch Lomond</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loddon How</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lodore</cell><cell>107, 114</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lodore Banks</cell><cell>203</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lodore Falls</cell><cell>93, 197, 198, 204, 212, 224, 227</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>Lodore House</cell><cell>92</cell></row>
<row><cell>London Magazine</cell><cell>117</cell></row>
<row><cell>Long Addingham</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Long Churn Cave</cell><cell>273, 274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Long Meg and Her Daughters</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Longovicum</cell><cell>13, 14</cell></row>
<row><cell>Longsleddale</cell><cell>165, 166</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lonsdale</cell><cell>241, 242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lonsdale valley</cell><cell>253</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lord of the Manor, Derwentwater</cell><cell>150, 151</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lord's Island</cell><cell>90, 91, 115, 128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lorrain, Claude</cell><cell>10, 27, 35, 195, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lorton Vale</cell><cell>142, 144</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lothwaite Fell</cell><cell>109, 110</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loughrigg Fell</cell><cell>82</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loughrigg Tarn</cell><cell>231</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Borrow Bridge</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Cat Crag?</cell><cell>70</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowdore</cell><cell>107, 114</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowdore House</cell><cell>92</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowdor Falls</cell><cell>93</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loweswater</cell><cell>140, 295</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loweswater Fell</cell><cell>139</cell></row>
<row><cell>Loweswater lake</cell><cell>140, 141, 142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Fall, Rydal</cell><cell>78, 79, 212, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowick</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowick Bridge</cell><cell>46, 47</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowick Family</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Pike</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Street</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowther, James, Sir</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowther Park</cell><cell>200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lowther Valley</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Wood Gunpowder Mills</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Wood Hotel, Lakes</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Low Wood, Lakes</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lumley, John, Sir</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lune Aqueduct</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lune Bridge</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lune, River</cell><cell>6, 13, 14, 24, 26, 217, 218, 240, 241, 242, 
264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lune Valley</cell><cell>241</cell></row>
<row><cell>Lyth Fell</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>Machel, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Malcolm</cell><cell>83</cell></row>
<row><cell>Malham</cell><cell>3rd/232, 220, 277</cell></row>
<row><cell>Malham Cave</cell><cell>278</cell></row>
<row><cell>Malham Cove</cell><cell>3rd/233, 220, 221, 278</cell></row>
<row><cell>Malham Tarn</cell><cell>3rd/232, 279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Manchester</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mancunium</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>map</cell><cell>262, map</cell></row>
<row><cell>Map of the Lakes in Cumberland, Westmorland and Lancashire</cell>
<cell>map</cell></row>
<row><cell>map squares</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>marble</cell><cell>178, 248, 250</cell></row>
<row><cell>marcasite</cell><cell>252</cell></row>
<row><cell>marginal notes</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Marischal, William</cell><cell>32</cell></row>
<row><cell>market</cell><cell>150, 168</cell></row>
<row><cell>market charter</cell><cell>22, 31</cell></row>
<row><cell>market, Kendal</cell><cell>177</cell></row>
<row><cell>market, Ulverston</cell><cell>36</cell></row>
<row><cell>Marmion Family</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>marquee</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>martin</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Martindale Fell</cell><cell>156, 157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Martindale Forest</cell><cell>155</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mason, Mr</cell><cell>78, 79, 87, 199, 291</cell></row>
<row><cell>Matterdale</cell><cell>152</cell></row>
<row><cell>Maud</cell><cell>39</cell></row>
<row><cell>Maum</cell><cell>277</cell></row>
<row><cell>Maum Cove</cell><cell>278</cell></row>
<row><cell>Maum Tarn</cell><cell>279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Maybirion</cell><cell>172</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mayburgh</cell><cell>168, 171, 172</cell></row>
<row><cell>Meir Gill</cell><cell>263, 265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mell Break</cell><cell>138, 140</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mellbreak</cell><cell>141</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mell Fell</cell><cell>109, 152</cell></row>
<row><cell>Melling</cell><cell>14, 242, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Memnon</cell><cell>228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mere Gill Hole</cell><cell>263, 265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Metamorphoses</cell><cell>247, 267</cell></row>
<row><cell>methodists</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Middleton</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Middleton Lodge</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>milestone</cell><cell>25</cell></row>
<row><cell>milking</cell><cell>fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mill Beck</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>mill, Colwith</cell><cell>230</cell></row>
<row><cell>mill, Kirkby Lonsdale</cell><cell>239, 241</cell></row>
<row><cell>Millthorp</cell><cell>26, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Millthorp Sands</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Milnthorpe</cell><cell>26, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Milton</cell><cell>248</cell></row>
<row><cell>mine</cell><cell>263</cell></row>
<row><cell>mine drainage</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>misericord</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>mists</cell><cell>135</cell></row>
<row><cell>moat</cell><cell>15</cell></row>
<row><cell>Monk's Hall</cell><cell>106</cell></row>
<row><cell>Monteagle, Lord</cell><cell>218</cell></row>
<row><cell>monument, Kendal</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>moon</cell><cell>225, 229</cell></row>
<row><cell>moonlight</cell><cell>116, 196</cell></row>
<row><cell>Moor Divock stone circles</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>moot hill</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>Morecambe Bay</cell><cell>14, 19</cell></row>
<row><cell>Moresby garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mortaign and Boulogne, Earl of</cell><cell>37</cell></row>
<row><cell>moss</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Moss Force</cell><cell>133</cell></row>
<row><cell>motte</cell><cell>188</cell></row>
<row><cell>mountain ash</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>mountain cat</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>mounting block</cell><cell>110</cell></row>
<row><cell>museum, Keswick</cell><cell>144</cell></row>
<row><cell>musket</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>mutton</cell><cell>209, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>myrtle</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Mysirion</cell><cell>172</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nadale</cell><cell>305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Naddle Fell</cell><cell>109, 110, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Naddle Fell?</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>naiad</cell><cell>227, 228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Natland</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nature</cell><cell>3rd/306, i</cell></row>
<row><cell>Near Sawrey</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>Neels, B</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nerviorum Dictenium</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nether Bridge</cell><cell>177</cell></row>
<row><cell>Netherby</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>New Bridge</cell><cell>110, 156</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newbridge?</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newby Bridge</cell><cell>26, 71, 73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newlands Beck</cell><cell>132</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newlands Hause</cell><cell>133</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newlands Valley</cell><cell>91, 111, 130, 131, 132, 133</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newland Valley</cell><cell>203</cell></row>
<row><cell>Newton</cell><cell>26, 41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nibthwaite</cell><cell>47</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nicholson's Cumberland</cell><cell>115</cell></row>
<row><cell>Night Piece on Windermere</cell><cell>229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Northampton, Marquis of</cell><cell>182</cell></row>
<row><cell>North, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>North Sea</cell><cell>308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Notitia Dignitatum</cell><cell>13, 75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Nunnery</cell><cell>79</cell></row>
<row><cell>oak</cell><cell>111, 171, 204, 207</cell></row>
<row><cell>oak trees</cell><cell>206</cell></row>
<row><cell>oats</cell><cell>36, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>obelisk</cell><cell>188, 285, 286</cell></row>
<row><cell>objects</cell><cell>3, 6, 284, 285</cell></row>
<row><cell>Odes</cell><cell>302</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ode to the Sun</cell><cell>117, 160, 161, 224</cell></row>
<row><cell>Old Carlisle</cell><cell>21, 125</cell></row>
<row><cell>Old England</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Old Night</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Old Penrith</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Old Sedgwick Gunpowder Mills</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Olenacum</cell><cell>21, 125</cell></row>
<row><cell>On Placing Objects on the Eminences</cell><cell>284</cell></row>
<row><cell>oratory, Lady Holme</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>orchid</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ormathwaite</cell><cell>106, 112</cell></row>
<row><cell>Orpheus</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Orrest Head</cell><cell>59, 66, 213</cell></row>
<row><cell>Orton</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Othello</cell><cell>238</cell></row>
<row><cell>Otley</cell><cell>280, 281</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ouse Bridge</cell><cell>118, 119, 126, 208, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ouse Bridge Inn</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Overborough</cell><cell>14, 242, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Overborough garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>Overborough roman fort</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Over Burrow</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>Over Kellet</cell><cell>237</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ovid</cell><cell>247, 267, 294</cell></row>
<row><cell>pages</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>painter</cell><cell>90</cell></row>
<row><cell>painting</cell><cell>6, 35, 67, map</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pampocalio</cell><cell>148</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pan Holes</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Park Gill</cell><cell>92</cell></row>
<row><cell>Park Hill</cell><cell>207</cell></row>
<row><cell>Park, mountain</cell><cell>60</cell></row>
<row><cell>Parr chapel</cell><cell>180, 181, 182</cell></row>
<row><cell>Parr Family</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Parr, Katherine</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Parr, Lord</cell><cell>182</cell></row>
<row><cell>parsonage, Windermere</cell><cell>59</cell></row>
<row><cell>partridge</cell><cell>210</cell></row>
<row><cell>paterae</cell><cell>21, 146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Patrick's Dale</cell><cell>228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Patterdale</cell><cell>148, 155, 157, 228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Patterdale House</cell><cell>157</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pavey Ark</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>Peak District</cell><cell>117</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pearch's Selection of Poems</cell><cell>197</cell></row>
<row><cell>peat</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Peel Castle</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Peel Castle?</cell><cell>27</cell></row>
<row><cell>Peel Island</cell><cell>50</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pembroke, Countess of</cell><cell>170</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pembroke, Earl of</cell><cell>32, 33</cell></row>
<row><cell>pen</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pendle Hill</cell><cell>221, 270</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pennant, Thomas</cell><cell>2, 18, 33, 71, 110, 113, 114, 115, 118, 
119, 136, 175, 208, iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pennegant</cell><cell>274</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pennington, William</cell><cell>i, vi</cell></row>
<row><cell>Penny Bridge</cell><cell>26, 46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pennygant</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>Penrith</cell><cell>75, 167, 168, 169, 170</cell></row>
<row><cell>Penrith Castle</cell><cell>168</cell></row>
<row><cell>Penrith to Keswick</cell><cell>106, 109, 144, 145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Penruddock</cell><cell>202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pen-y-ghent</cell><cell>221, 274, 275</cell></row>
<row><cell>perch</cell><cell>56, 73, 118, 138, 140, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>perspective</cell><cell>12</cell></row>
<row><cell>peter pence</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Petriana</cell><cell>147</cell></row>
<row><cell>petrifactions</cell><cell>3rd/230, 249, 268, 269, 271, 273</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>petrifying spring</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>petrifying well</cell><cell>258</cell></row>
<row><cell>Petteral, River</cell><cell>145, 146, 147</cell></row>
<row><cell>Petteril, River</cell><cell>145, 146, 147</cell></row>
<row><cell>Philipson Family</cell><cell>61</cell></row>
<row><cell>Phoebus</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pictor</cell><cell>297</cell></row>
<row><cell>picturesque beauty</cell><cell>29, 221</cell></row>
<row><cell>Piel Castle</cell><cell>41, 217</cell></row>
<row><cell>pig iron</cell><cell>36</cell></row>
<row><cell>pike</cell><cell>56, 73, 118, 138, 140</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pike of Stickle</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pile of Foudry?</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pillar</cell><cell>293, 296, 297</cell></row>
<row><cell>Place Fell</cell><cell>153, 155, 201, 202</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename</cell><cell>243, 245, 262, 275, intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename, Derwent Water</cell><cell>87</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename, Keswick</cell><cell>87</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename, Lancaster</cell><cell>14</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename, Mayburgh</cell><cell>172</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename, Penrith</cell><cell>169</cell></row>
<row><cell>placename, Petriana</cell><cell>147</cell></row>
<row><cell>Planting Trees in the Vallies</cell><cell>284</cell></row>
<row><cell>Plumpton</cell><cell>147</cell></row>
<row><cell>Plumpton Wall</cell><cell>145, 147</cell></row>
<row><cell>Plumtre, Rev</cell><cell>229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pluto</cell><cell>248</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pocklington, Mr</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pocklington's Island</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>polecat</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Polyphemus</cell><cell>247, 268</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pooley Bridge</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pooley Bridge to Bampton</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>Portinscale</cell><cell>106, 128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Portland, Duke of</cell><cell>169</cell></row>
<row><cell>postchaise</cell><cell>119</cell></row>
<row><cell>potatoes</cell><cell>36</cell></row>
<row><cell>pothole</cell><cell>3rd/229, 264</cell></row>
<row><cell>potsherd, roman</cell><cell>21, 22</cell></row>
<row><cell>pottery</cell><cell>3rd/234</cell></row>
<row><cell>Poulton?</cell><cell>217</cell></row>
<row><cell>Poussin (Dughet)</cell><cell>10, 63, 195, 228, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>praemonstratensian order</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>preface</cell><cell>iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>presbyterians</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Preston, George</cell><cell>32</cell></row>
<row><cell>Preston Patrick</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington</cell><cell>60</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington 2</cell><cell>93</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington 5</cell><cell>80</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington 12</cell><cell>157</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington 13</cell><cell>78</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington 14</cell><cell>66</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Farrington 15</cell><cell>80</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Smith</cell><cell>89</cell></row>
<row><cell>print, Smith 10 or 15</cell><cell>208</cell></row>
<row><cell>prior, Cartmel</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Pritchard, Miss</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ptolemy</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>putrified earth</cell><cell>266, 267</cell></row>
<row><cell>quakers</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>Quarmoor</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>quarry</cell><cell>178, 277, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>quarry, marble</cell><cell>250</cell></row>
<row><cell>quarry, slate</cell><cell>252</cell></row>
<row><cell>quartz</cell><cell>37</cell></row>
<row><cell>Queen of Night</cell><cell>229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Queen's Head, Keswick</cell><cell>202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Queen's Road</cell><cell>218</cell></row>
<row><cell>Quernmore</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>Radcliffe. Mrs</cell><cell>304, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>rainbow</cell><cell>3rd/231, 258</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rainsborrow</cell><cell>74</cell></row>
<row><cell>Raise Beck</cell><cell>210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rakes</cell><cell>123</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ramp Holme</cell><cell>58, 61</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ramp Holme, Windermere</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>ramps</cell><cell>255</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rampsholme Island</cell><cell>91, 128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rampsholme Island, Derwent Water</cell><cell>90</cell></row>
<row><cell>Raphael</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ratcliff Family</cell><cell>115, 151</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rauthmell, Richard</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ravenglass</cell><cell>75, 98</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ravenstonedale Street</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rawlinson's Nab</cell><cell>60, 61, 65, 71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rayrigg</cell><cell>63, 74, 233</cell></row>
<row><cell>reciprocating well</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>red currant</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Redman Family</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Red Pike</cell><cell>134, 293</cell></row>
<row><cell>Redscrees?</cell><cell>74</cell></row>
<row><cell>red trout</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>reed</cell><cell>72</cell></row>
<row><cell>reflection</cell><cell>249</cell></row>
<row><cell>reflections</cell><cell>196, 256, 271, 296, 297</cell></row>
<row><cell>Reformation</cell><cell>281</cell></row>
<row><cell>regatta</cell><cell>128</cell></row>
<row><cell>reindeer moss</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Relph</cell><cell>298</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rhone, River</cell><cell>97</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ribble, River</cell><cell>3rd/232, 264, 271</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ribchester</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Richard I</cell><cell>32</cell></row>
<row><cell>Richard II</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Richardson, J</cell><cell>i</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ride over Skiddaw</cell><cell>304, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>ring ousel</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>road</cell><cell>2, 107, 134, 137, 141, 243, 284, 285, 291, 
292</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Ambleside to Keswick</cell><cell>77, 78, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 
111, 210, 211</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Ambleside to Kirkstone</cell><cell>162</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Bassenthwaite Lake</cell><cell>208</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Greenodd to Coniston</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Hawkshead to Ambleside</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kendal to Kirkby Lonsdale</cell><cell>239</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kendal to Settle</cell><cell>3rd/234</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kendal to Shap</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kendal to Ulverston</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kendal to Windermere</cell><cell>212</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Keswick to Borrowdale</cell><cell>96, 97, 98, 205</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Keswick to Bothel</cell><cell>124</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Keswick to Buttermere</cell><cell>131, 132, 133, 134</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>road, Keswick to Cockermouth</cell><cell>126, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Keswick to Ennerdale</cell><cell>141</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kirkby Lonsdale to Ingleton</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Kirkstone to Patterdale</cell><cell>162</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Lancaster Sands</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Lancaster to Hest Bank</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Lancaster to Kendal</cell><cell>188, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Lancaster to Settle</cell><cell>218, 219</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Patterdale to Penrith</cell><cell>201</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Penrith to Keswick</cell><cell>106, 109, 144, 145, 208</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>road, Skipton to Otley</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Skipton to Settle</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>road, Ulverston to Lowick</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Robinson Crags</cell><cell>133</cell></row>
<row><cell>rock</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>rock  mineral</cell><cell>3rd/305</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman altar</cell><cell>20, 146, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman brick</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman coin</cell><cell>15, 21, 76, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort</cell><cell>28, 125</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Brougham</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Caermote</cell><cell>124</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Castle Crag</cell><cell>94</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Dunmallard</cell><cell>154</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Helm</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Ingleborough</cell><cell>3rd/232, 263</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Ingleborough?</cell><cell>3rd/231</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Keswick</cell><cell>147, 148, 149, 150</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Lancaster</cell><cell>14, 15, 18, 19</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Old Penrith</cell><cell>147, 151</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Overborough</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Penrith</cell><cell>168</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Soulby Fell</cell><cell>154</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Watercrook</cell><cell>14, 151, 183, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Waterhead</cell><cell>75, 76, 151</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman fort, Whitbarrow</cell><cell>145, 154</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman inscription</cell><cell>20, 22, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman kiln</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman potsherd</cell><cell>21, 22</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman road</cell><cell>75, 76, 124, 150, 243, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman road, Brougham to Moresby</cell><cell>144, 145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Romans</cell><cell>13, 18, 21, 149, 186</cell></row>
<row><cell>Romans, departure</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>roman tile</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rombaldsmoor</cell><cell>281</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rosa, Salvator</cell><cell>10, 63, 195, 228</cell></row>
<row><cell>rose-of-the-root</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>rose wort</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ross Family</cell><cell>214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rosthwaite</cell><cell>98, 99, 101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rothay, River</cell><cell>72, 77, 80, 82, 229, 231, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>rotten stone</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>rough cast</cell><cell>214, 290</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rough Holme</cell><cell>58</cell></row>
<row><cell>route descriptions</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>rowing</cell><cell>72, 87</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rowling End</cell><cell>132</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rubens</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rumbald Moor</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rydal</cell><cell>76</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rydal Crag</cell><cell>212</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rydal Hall</cell><cell>63, 78, 79, 211</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rydal Head</cell><cell>50, 59, 63, 211</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rydal Park</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rydal Water</cell><cell>75, 80, 211, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>Rysdal</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Saddleback</cell><cell>106, 109, 202, 208, 306</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sadgill to Gatescarth</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>sailing</cell><cell>63, 64, 65, 72, 87</cell></row>
<row><cell>sailing boat</cell><cell>233</cell></row>
<row><cell>salt</cell><cell>94</cell></row>
<row><cell>salt spring</cell><cell>94, 114</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sandpot</cell><cell>255</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sands Gate</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>sands guide</cell><cell>26, 29, 30, 36, 37</cell></row>
<row><cell>sands road</cell><cell>215, 217, 218</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sattury</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Saturn</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Savigny monastery</cell><cell>38</cell></row>
<row><cell>Saxons</cell><cell>20, 94</cell></row>
<row><cell>scale</cell><cell>3rd/302</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scale Beck</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scale Force</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scalehill</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scalehill Bridge</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scalehill Bridge?</cell><cell>139</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scalewith Bridge</cell><cell>82, 104</cell></row>
<row><cell>scar</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scareness</cell><cell>121, 122, 123, 126</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scarf</cell><cell>137</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scarness</cell><cell>122, 126</cell></row>
<row><cell>school, Furness Abbey</cell><cell>40</cell></row>
<row><cell>Science</cell><cell>3rd/306</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scope End</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scotch fir</cell><cell>119, 288, 289</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scots pine</cell><cell>207, 208, 288, 289</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scout Scar</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Scrubby Crag?</cell><cell>74</cell></row>
<row><cell>scurvy grass</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>sea</cell><cell>29, 73</cell></row>
<row><cell>seashore</cell><cell>27</cell></row>
<row><cell>season to visit</cell><cell>7, 8</cell></row>
<row><cell>Seathwaite</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Seat Sandal</cell><cell>82, fpce</cell></row>
<row><cell>Seat Sandle</cell><cell>82</cell></row>
<row><cell>secespita</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sedbergh</cell><cell>243, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sedgwick</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>sedum</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Selside</cell><cell>272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Senhouse Family</cell><cell>294</cell></row>
<row><cell>Senhouse, Joseph Tiffin Patrickson, William</cell><cell>294</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>Serjeant Crag</cell><cell>97, 98</cell></row>
<row><cell>serpent</cell><cell>146</cell></row>
<row><cell>Settle</cell><cell>219, 277</cell></row>
<row><cell>Settle area</cell><cell>3rd/229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Severus</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shakespeare, William</cell><cell>234, 238</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shap</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shap Abbey</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shap Fells</cell><cell>174, 175</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shap Spa</cell><cell>175</cell></row>
<row><cell>sheep</cell><cell>98, 209, 210, 254, 266, 270</cell></row>
<row><cell>sheep dog</cell><cell>270</cell></row>
<row><cell>shepherd</cell><cell>74, 84, 100, 101, 309</cell></row>
<row><cell>shillow</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>shipping</cell><cell>23, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>ships</cell><cell>217</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shode Bank</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shropshire</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Shuttenoer</cell><cell>93</cell></row>
<row><cell>Silenus</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Silverdale Nab</cell><cell>28</cell></row>
<row><cell>Siserah</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sizergh</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sizergh Castle</cell><cell>215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sizergh Hall</cell><cell>187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sizergh Park</cell><cell>187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skelling Nab</cell><cell>155</cell></row>
<row><cell>skelter</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skelwith Bridge</cell><cell>82, 104</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skelwith Force</cell><cell>231</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skerton Bridge</cell><cell>24, 217</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skiddaw</cell><cell>75, 84, 91, 95, 106, 109, 114, 119, 122, 123, 
125, 127, 148, 198, 202, 207, 208, 224, 304, 305, 306, 307, 309</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skiddaw Fell</cell><cell>120, 208</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skiddaw Man</cell><cell>307</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skiddaw's Cub</cell><cell>304</cell></row>
<row><cell>skin diseases</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skipton</cell><cell>222, 280, 281</cell></row>
<row><cell>Skipton Castle</cell><cell>222, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>skulls, Calgarth</cell><cell>63</cell></row>
<row><cell>sky lark</cell><cell>213</cell></row>
<row><cell>Slaidburn</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>slate</cell><cell>24, 46, 53, 95, 101, 252, 264</cell></row>
<row><cell>slate quarry</cell><cell>95, 136, 166, 276</cell></row>
<row><cell>slay</cell><cell>3rd/300</cell></row>
<row><cell>sledge, turf</cell><cell>99</cell></row>
<row><cell>Slights</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Smaithwaite Bridge</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>Smalthwaite Bridge</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>Smith</cell><cell>89</cell></row>
<row><cell>Smith, John Warwick?</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>snakestone</cell><cell>3rd/230</cell></row>
<row><cell>snow</cell><cell>117, 204, 250, 265, 270</cell></row>
<row><cell>soil</cell><cell>209</cell></row>
<row><cell>Solway Firth</cell><cell>19, 125, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Somerset, Duke of</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Soulby Fell</cell><cell>154</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sour Milk Gill</cell><cell>135</cell></row>
<row><cell>spa</cell><cell>94, 114, 175</cell></row>
<row><cell>spa, Cartmel</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>spar</cell><cell>3rd/230, 37, 264, 271</cell></row>
<row><cell>Spa Well</cell><cell>175</cell></row>
<row><cell>spectacles</cell><cell>12</cell></row>
<row><cell>Spedding, Mr</cell><cell>119, 209</cell></row>
<row><cell>spelling</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>spider</cell><cell>3rd/302</cell></row>
<row><cell>spinning</cell><cell>136</cell></row>
<row><cell>spinning mill</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>spinning, silk</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>spring</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>spring, petrifying</cell><cell>186</cell></row>
<row><cell>spring, salt</cell><cell>114</cell></row>
<row><cell>Springs Branch Canal</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sprint, River</cell><cell>166</cell></row>
<row><cell>spruce</cell><cell>207</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stable Hills</cell><cell>89, 90</cell></row>
<row><cell>stained glass</cell><cell>32, 39, 73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stainforth</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stainforth Force</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stainton</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stake</cell><cell>103</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stake of Borrowdale</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stake Pass</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>stalactite</cell><cell>3rd/230, 249, 264, 268, 271</cell></row>
<row><cell>stalagmite</cell><cell>3rd/230, 249, 268</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Andrew, Penrith</cell><cell>170</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stanley, Edward</cell><cell>218</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stanley Family</cell><cell>28</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Anne, Ings</cell><cell>213</cell></row>
<row><cell>statesman</cell><cell>309</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Armathwaite Hall</cell><cell>120, 121</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Bassenthwaite 1</cell><cell>120</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Bassenthwaite 2</cell><cell>121</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Bassenthwaite 3</cell><cell>122</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Bassenthwaite 4</cell><cell>126</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Beacon Hill</cell><cell>172</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Beck Leven Foot</cell><cell>51</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Beck Wythop</cell><cell>126, 127</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Belle Isle N</cell><cell>62, 63</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Belle Isle S</cell><cell>61, 62</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Belmount</cell><cell>56</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Birkrigg</cell><cell>42</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Brant Fell</cell><cell>66, 67, 68, 69, 70</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Broadness</cell><cell>122, 123</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Carf Close Reeds</cell><cell>203</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Castle Crag</cell><cell>94, 95, 96</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Castlerigg</cell><cell>86, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Station, Claife</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Cockshot Wood</cell><cell>87, 88, 207</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Conishead</cell><cell>43, 44, 45</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Coniston 1</cell><cell>47</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Coniston 2</cell><cell>49</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Coniston 3</cell><cell>51</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Coniston road</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Coniston Water by boat</cell><cell>52, 53</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Crosthwaite Vicarage</cell><cell>110, 111, 112, 207</cell>
</row>
<row><cell>station, Crow Park</cell><cell>88, 89, 104, 206</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Dalehead Hall</cell><cell>84</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 1</cell><cell>87</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 2</cell><cell>88</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 3</cell><cell>89</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 4</cell><cell>94</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 5</cell><cell>105</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 6</cell><cell>105</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 7</cell><cell>106</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water 8</cell><cell>110</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Derwent Water by boat</cell><cell>87, 112, 113, 114, 
115</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Dob Ley Head</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Dunmail Raise</cell><cell>80, 81, 211</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Dunmallard Hill</cell><cell>153</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Fawe Park</cell><cell>105, 106</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Force Bridge</cell><cell>185</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Grasmere Hill</cell><cell>80</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Great Head</cell><cell>34</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Greta River</cell><cell>109</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Harrow Farm</cell><cell>60, 61</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Highgap Yeat</cell><cell>140</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Hollin Bank S</cell><cell>55</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Hornby Road</cell><cell>6, 25, 218</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, How Hill</cell><cell>207</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Latrigg</cell><cell>106, 107</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Loughrigg Fell</cell><cell>82</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Low Pike</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Low Wood Hotel, Lakes</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Martindale Fell</cell><cell>157</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Mell Break</cell><cell>140, 141</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Mr Wren's House</cell><cell>109, 110</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Ormathwaite</cell><cell>112</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Patterdale Hotel</cell><cell>157</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Peel Ness</cell><cell>49, 50</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Penny Bridge</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Rakes</cell><cell>123</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Randon Knot</cell><cell>138, 139</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Rawlinson Nab</cell><cell>65, 66</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, River Greta</cell><cell>108</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Rydal Hall</cell><cell>79, 80</cell></row>
<row><cell>stations</cell><cell>2, 6, 90, 108, intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Scarness</cell><cell>121, 122</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Scout Scar</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Stone Crag</cell><cell>176</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Stybarrow Crag</cell><cell>156</cell></row>
<row><cell>stations, Windermere</cell><cell>72</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Swinside</cell><cell>105</cell></row>
<row><cell>Station, The</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Thirlmere</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Walla Crag</cell><cell>89, 90</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Watermillock</cell><cell>161</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Water Park</cell><cell>47, 48</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Windermere 1</cell><cell>57</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Windermere 2</cell><cell>61</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Windermere 3</cell><cell>62</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Windermere 4</cell><cell>65</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Windermere 5</cell><cell>66</cell></row>
<row><cell>station, Windermere by boat</cell><cell>65</cell></row>
<row><cell>Staveley</cell><cell>213</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Bartholomew, Loweswater</cell><cell>139</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Bega with St John, Bassenthwaite</cell><cell>127</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Cuthbert</cell><cell>115</cell></row>
<row><cell>steam engine</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>stee</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>Steel Fell</cell><cell>82</cell></row>
<row><cell>Steel Pike</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stephen</cell><cell>37, 39</cell></row>
<row><cell>St George</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Herbert</cell><cell>115</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Herbert's Island</cell><cell>90, 115, 128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stickle Tarn</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>stipends</cell><cell>136</cell></row>
<row><cell>stirrup</cell><cell>3rd/301</cell></row>
<row><cell>St James, Burton in Kendal</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>St James, Buttermere</cell><cell>136</cell></row>
<row><cell>St John, St John's in the Vale</cell><cell>305</cell></row>
<row><cell>St John's Beck</cell><cell>85, 142</cell></row>
<row><cell>St John's in the Vale</cell><cell>85, 142, 202, 305</cell></row>
<row><cell>St John's Rigg</cell><cell>305</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Kentigern, Crosthwaite</cell><cell>86, 91, 95</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Martin, Bowness-on-Windermere</cell><cell>39, 59, 60, 73</cell>
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<row><cell>St Martin of Sayes's priory</cell><cell>24</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Mary, Crosthwaite</cell><cell>203, 304</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Mary, Kirkby Lonsdale</cell><cell>239, 240, 244</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Mary, Lancaster</cell><cell>18, 24, 216</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Mary Magdalene</cell><cell>173</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Mary's Abbey</cell><cell>38</cell></row>
<row><cell>stoat</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stockghyll Force</cell><cell>76, 77, 212, 232</cell></row>
<row><cell>stockings</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>stone</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>stone circle</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>stone circle, Castlerigg</cell><cell>86, 109, 110</cell></row>
<row><cell>stone circle, Salkeld</cell><cell>171</cell></row>
<row><cell>stone circle, Shap</cell><cell>175</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stoneclose iron mine?</cell><cell>37</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stone Crag</cell><cell>176</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stonecross Pike</cell><cell>155</cell></row>
<row><cell>storm</cell><cell>142, 233, 234, 293</cell></row>
<row><cell>Storrs</cell><cell>60, 61, 66, 71</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Oswald, Grasmere</cell><cell>211</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stramongate Bridge</cell><cell>177</cell></row>
<row><cell>stratum</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>street</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Streeton</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Strickland chapel</cell><cell>180, 181, iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Strickland Family</cell><cell>214, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Strickland, Robert de, Sir</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Strickland, Walter</cell><cell>187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Strickland, Walter de</cell><cell>181</cell></row>
<row><cell>Strickland, William, Sir</cell><cell>187</cell></row>
<row><cell>Struggle, The</cell><cell>162</cell></row>
<row><cell>St Winifred's Well</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>Styboar Crag</cell><cell>162</cell></row>
<row><cell>Stygian Lake</cell><cell>248</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sty Head</cell><cell>293</cell></row>
<row><cell>Styx</cell><cell>236</cell></row>
<row><cell>Suffolk, Duke of</cell><cell>41, 215</cell></row>
<row><cell>Suffolk, Earl of</cell><cell>26, 187</cell></row>
<row><cell>summer house</cell><cell>219, 286</cell></row>
<row><cell>sun</cell><cell>224</cell></row>
<row><cell>Swanevelt</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Swarth Fell</cell><cell>155</cell></row>
<row><cell>Swinburn, Thomas, Sir</cell><cell>294</cell></row>
<row><cell>Swinside</cell><cell>105, 121, 130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Sybil</cell><cell>247</cell></row>
<row><cell>synodals</cell><cell>31</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tacitus</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Taillebois, Ivo de</cell><cell>179</cell></row>
<row><cell>Taillebois, William de</cell><cell>16</cell></row>
<row><cell>tanning</cell><cell>167, 178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tartarus</cell><cell>248</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tatham Chapel</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tawtop</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Taylor, Mr</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Taylor, Mrs</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>TEI</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>telescope</cell><cell>11</cell></row>
<row><cell>temple</cell><cell>285</cell></row>
<row><cell>Teniers</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>tenter grounds</cell><cell>213</cell></row>
<row><cell>Text Encoding Initiative</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thanet, Earl of</cell><cell>222, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thirlmere</cell><cell>83, 84, 85, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thomson, Mr</cell><cell>282</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thornthwaite</cell><cell>91, 128</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thornton Church Stile</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thornton Force</cell><cell>245, 246, 252</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thornton in Lonsdale</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thrang Quarry?</cell><cell>230</cell></row>
<row><cell>Three Brother Tree</cell><cell>170, 171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Three Foot Brander?</cell><cell>72</cell></row>
<row><cell>Threlkeld</cell><cell>109, 202</cell></row>
<row><cell>Threlkeld Fell</cell><cell>109</cell></row>
<row><cell>Threlkeld Fell?</cell><cell>85</cell></row>
<row><cell>Threlkeld Pike</cell><cell>109</cell></row>
<row><cell>Threlkeld Water</cell><cell>110</cell></row>
<row><cell>Thwaite Force</cell><cell>164</cell></row>
<row><cell>tides</cell><cell>29</cell></row>
<row><cell>tile, roman</cell><cell>22</cell></row>
<row><cell>tinder box</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tirer, Ralph, Rev</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tirer, Ravlph, Rev</cell><cell>180</cell></row>
<row><cell>title page</cell><cell>i</cell></row>
<row><cell>Todhunter, Mr</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tomlinson, Mr</cell><cell>250</cell></row>
<row><cell>Topinholme</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>tourism</cell><cell>291</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tour of the Lakes</cell><cell>iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tour to the Caves</cell><cell>238, 261</cell></row>
<row><cell>town hall, Lancaster</cell><cell>23</cell></row>
<row><cell>Townhead</cell><cell>71</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tow Top?</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>track, Borrowdale to Langdale</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>track, Garnett Bridge to Sadgill</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>track, Gatescarth to Mardale</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>track, Pooley Bridge to Bampton</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>track, Sadgill to Gatescarth</cell><cell>165</cell></row>
<row><cell>transcription</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>tree clumps</cell><cell>289</cell></row>
<row><cell>tree planting</cell><cell>284, 287, 288, 289, 290</cell></row>
<row><cell>trees</cell><cell>287</cell></row>
<row><cell>trout</cell><cell>3rd/232, 56, 73, 118, 138, 140, 158, 205, 210, 
257, 266</cell></row>
<row><cell>Troutbeck Park</cell><cell>59</cell></row>
<row><cell>tumulus</cell><cell>275</cell></row>
<row><cell>Tunstal</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>turf</cell><cell>99</cell></row>
<row><cell>turf digging</cell><cell>99, 101</cell></row>
<row><cell>turf sledge</cell><cell>99</cell></row>
<row><cell>turnpike</cell><cell>26, 76, 145, 162</cell></row>
<row><cell>Twiselton</cell><cell>251</cell></row>
<row><cell>Twisleton</cell><cell>251</cell></row>
<row><cell>Twiss, River</cell><cell>245</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ullock</cell><cell>127</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ullswater</cell><cell>75, 151, 152, 153, 154, 156, 157, 158, 159, 
160, 161, 162, 163, 200, 201, 202, 228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ulverston</cell><cell>26, 34, 36, 42, 45</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ulverston Bay</cell><cell>34, 35, 44, 45</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ulverston Sands</cell><cell>35, 75</cell></row>
<row><cell>Ulverston to Lowick</cell><cell>46</cell></row>
<row><cell>Underley Hall</cell><cell>240</cell></row>
<row><cell>urn</cell><cell>21, 76, 145, 146, 151</cell></row>
<row><cell>Urswick</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vale of Keswick</cell><cell>193, 194, 195, 197</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vale of Lonsdale</cell><cell>25, 26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vale of Newland</cell><cell>111</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vale of St John</cell><cell>75</cell></row>
<row><cell>vandalism</cell><cell>249</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vavasour, Mr</cell><cell>223</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vicar's Island</cell><cell>90, 91, 111, 208</cell></row>
<row><cell>viewpoints</cell><cell>207, intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>vigilatores</cell><cell>183</cell></row>
<row><cell>Virgil</cell><cell>247, 248, 250, 255, 257, 279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Virgin Mary</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Virosidium garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>vivaperous grass</cell><cell>264</cell></row>
<row><cell>Vivares, Francois</cell><cell>221</cell></row>
<row><cell>voiturin</cell><cell>138</cell></row>
<row><cell>volcano</cell><cell>3rd/304, 131, 135</cell></row>
<row><cell>Walker, A</cell><cell>236</cell></row>
<row><cell>Walker, Adam</cell><cell>3rd/229</cell></row>
<row><cell>Walla Crag</cell><cell>89</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wallow Crag</cell><cell>89, 100, 106, 121, 203, 208, 226</cell></row>


<row><cell>Walney Island</cell><cell>41</cell></row>
<row><cell>Walton, William de</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wardale</cell><cell>280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Warton Crag</cell><cell>14, 28, 101, 102, 103, 184</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wastdale</cell><cell>293</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watanlath</cell><cell>93</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watchgate</cell><cell>166</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watch House</cell><cell>184</cell></row>
<row><cell>watch tower</cell><cell>243</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watendlath</cell><cell>93</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watendlath Beck</cell><cell>197, 204</cell></row>
<row><cell>water</cell><cell>4, 96</cell></row>
<row><cell>water, agitation</cell><cell>115</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watercrook</cell><cell>14, 148, 183</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watercrook garrison</cell><cell>19</cell></row>
<row><cell>water, Crummock Water</cell><cell>139</cell></row>
<row><cell>waterfall</cell><cell>3rd/305, 77</cell></row>
<row><cell>waterfall, Beetham</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>waterfall, Nunnery</cell><cell>79</cell></row>
<row><cell>waterfall, Sprint</cell><cell>166</cell></row>
<row><cell>Waterfoot, Coniston</cell><cell>53</cell></row>
<row><cell>Water Head</cell><cell>47, 54</cell></row>
<row><cell>Waterhead, Coniston</cell><cell>47, 54</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watermillock</cell><cell>154, 155, 161, 202</cell></row>
<row><cell>water, quality</cell><cell>113</cell></row>
<row><cell>water spout</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>water, Ullswater</cell><cell>158</cell></row>
<row><cell>waterwheel</cell><cell>130</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watson, Dr</cell><cell>63</cell></row>
<row><cell>Watson, Mr</cell><cell>233</cell></row>
<row><cell>weasel</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wease, River</cell><cell>251</cell></row>
<row><cell>weather</cell><cell>76, 159</cell></row>
<row><cell>Weathercoate Cave</cell><cell>3rd/231, 3rd/305, 258, 259, 260, 261, 
282</cell></row>
<row><cell>Weathercoate Cave?</cell><cell>3rd/230</cell></row>
<row><cell>Weathercoate House</cell><cell>261</cell></row>
<row><cell>weaving</cell><cell>167, 178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Webster, Francis</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>wee</cell><cell>3rd/299</cell></row>
<row><cell>well, ebbing and flowing</cell><cell>276</cell></row>
<row><cell>well, Giggleswick Scar</cell><cell>276, 277</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wenning, River</cell><cell>218</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wennington</cell><cell>244</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wensleydale</cell><cell>271, 272</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wery Wall</cell><cell>17, 18</cell></row>
<row><cell>West 1778</cell><cell>intro 1</cell></row>
<row><cell>West 1784 map</cell><cell>map</cell></row>
<row><cell>West Indies</cell><cell>23</cell></row>
<row><cell>Westmorland, genius of</cell><cell>174</cell></row>
<row><cell>West, Thomas</cell><cell>iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wharfedale</cell><cell>223, 280</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wharfe, River</cell><cell>223, 279</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wharton, Dr</cell><cell>199</cell></row>
<row><cell>wheatear</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wheel of Lune</cell><cell>6</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whernside</cell><cell>246, 251, 253, 265, 266, 270</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whernside Tarns</cell><cell>270</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whinfell Park</cell><cell>170</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whinfield Park</cell><cell>170, 200</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitbarrow</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitbarrow Scar</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitbarrow Scar?</cell><cell>29</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitedale Pike</cell><cell>205</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitegill Crag</cell><cell>104</cell></row>
<row><cell>White Hart Tree</cell><cell>170, 171</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitehaven</cell><cell>295, 307</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whiteless Pike</cell><cell>134</cell></row>
<row><cell>White Raise</cell><cell>163</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whiteside</cell><cell>142</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitrigg</cell><cell>145</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whitrigs iron mine?</cell><cell>37</cell></row>
<row><cell>Whittington</cell><cell>242</cell></row>
<row><cell>wild cat</cell><cell>265</cell></row>
<row><cell>wild garlic</cell><cell>255</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wilkinson, John</cell><cell>29</cell></row>
<row><cell>will o' the wisp</cell><cell>267</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wilson, Colonel</cell><cell>179, 214</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wilson, Daniel</cell><cell>26</cell></row>
<row><cell>Windermere</cell><cell>212</cell></row>
<row><cell>Windermere Ferry</cell><cell>56, 57</cell></row>
<row><cell>Windermere lake</cell><cell>55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 
65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 80, 212, 213, 228, 229, 230, 233, 
234, 308</cell></row>
<row><cell>Windermere lake, altitude</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>Windermere lake, depth</cell><cell>73</cell></row>
<row><cell>winds</cell><cell>11</cell></row>
<row><cell>winter</cell><cell>7</cell></row>
<row><cell>Winterscales</cell><cell>269, 270</cell></row>
<row><cell>Winterscales Beck</cell><cell>267, 269</cell></row>
<row><cell>Witherslack</cell><cell>26, 101</cell></row>
<row><cell>Witherslack Scar</cell><cell>101</cell></row>
<row><cell>wool cards</cell><cell>178</cell></row>
<row><cell>Woverman</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wrasholme Tower</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wraysholme Tower</cell><cell>33</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wren, Mr</cell><cell>109</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wrynose</cell><cell>62, 63, 213, 230</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wyburn</cell><cell>228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wythburn</cell><cell>228</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wythburn Chapel</cell><cell>210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wythburn Water</cell><cell>83, 210</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wythop</cell><cell>122</cell></row>
<row><cell>Wythop Brows</cell><cell>106, 119, 121, 122, 126, 208</cell></row>
<row><cell>yew</cell><cell>289</cell></row>
<row><cell>Yew Crag</cell><cell>155</cell></row>
<row><cell>Yoak</cell><cell>74</cell></row>
<row><cell>Yoke</cell><cell>74</cell></row>
<row><cell>Yordas Cave</cell><cell>3rd/305, 245, 246, 247, 248, 249, 250, 
283</cell></row>
<row><cell>Yorkshire, West Riding</cell><cell>238</cell></row>
<row><cell>Young, Mr</cell><cell>8, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 163, 164, 165, 175, 

iii</cell></row>
<row><cell>Zuccarelli</cell><cell>35</cell></row>
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