it was to us, one of the happiest days of his life. You behold "Wooded Windermere, the river-lake," with all its bays and promontories, lying in the morning light, serene as a Sabbath and cheerful as a holiday; and you feel that there is loveliness on this earth more exquisite than any which ever visited your slumbers even in the glimpses of a dream. The first sight of such a scene will never be forgotten to your dying day, for such passive impressions are deeper than we can explain; our whole spiritual being is suddenly awakened to receive them, and emotions, switt as light, are gathered into one sensation of beauty which shall be imperishable. Words are powerless to depict its splendors. What is called "the Lake District" extends on towards Keswick on the north and the two Langdales on the west, twenty miles each way. This region is wild and broken, full of bald mounts and hills, narrow vales and placid lakes between, with gushing rivulets through which the water passes from the higher to the lower lakes. The valleys are fertile and productive, but the hills are rocky and bare, though most of them have strips and patches of green reaching far up their slopes, in some cases even to their summits. Wordsworth had a horror of railways, and when it was proposed to build one through this district, he sent forth a philippic against the outrage in the shape of a sonnet, a conservative argument entirely harmless. In spite of it two railways now run through portions of the district and another into it. It is one of the great watering places of the land, where during the season congregate multitudes of the gentry from all parts of Great Britain. The cars, cabs, omnibuses, steamers and hotels are crowded. America furnishes a goodly number. Indeed we find the Yankee everywhere. Longbrigg is a bold mount, a thousand feet high, directly west of Ambleside. We ascended it one afternoon, and as we reached the summit, a beautiful scene burst upon our view. On the south in all its loveliness spreads out before us Windermere. merable sail boats are gliding over its smooth surface; a tiny steamer darts along the eastern shore, sending forth its whiffs of smoke; Innu low hills on either side confine its waters the towers of the stately Wray castle rise up among the leafy surroundings. Bowness and Windermere with their white cottages appear on the left; Mounts Winsfell, Kirkstone and Fairfield rise up on the east, an almost unbroken ridge, while at our feet runs the gently winding Bothay, flowing on to unite its waters with those of the lake; and the splendid gothic structure, "the Parsonage," on the brow, and its exquisite little flowergarden, tastefully laid out, in front, arrest the eye. St. Mary's church and the dingy houses of Ambleside, rising terrace-like one above the other, “the old mill" on the left, and fine modernized country-seats around on the hills and the verdant slopes present themselves beyond. To the north, Rydal Hall, the seat of Lady Fleming; Rydal Mount, the home of Wordsworth, the precipitous Nab Sear just back of it, and Rydal Mere, a lovely little sheet of water farther west, and still farther west, Grasmere lake and village, repose among the rural hills, and on the east, the two Langdale peaks, studded by a cluster of mountain ridges, indented and ragged, stretching out as far as the eye can reach, and gently spreading over all a dreamy, hazy atmosphere, investing the whole scene with a charm peculiar to this lovely region. And while we stand there wondering and gazing, the sun, as if responsive to our desires, from a light cloud bursts forth in all its glory, and from behind the serrated ridge of hills throws over the landscape such a commingling of light and shade as the most skillful painter can not produce on his canvass, which added wonderfully to its attractiveness. In silence we stand for a long time, reverently worshipping before this shrine of beauty placed there by the hand of Omnipo tence. We fancied we never before gazed upon a more lovely or picturesque scene. And as we visit other spots and stand upon other heights which command a wider sweep of village, hamlet, river, lake, rock, vale and glen, we are continually charmed. The scenery is not mountainous, but varied. It constantly changes. No two views are alike. Grasmere and Windermere are both lovely, but their loveliness is unlike. The islands, the trees, the shores, the cottages on the banks, the relative situation and appearance ed. From Ambleside we walked along the narrow, shady road a mile and a half to the old home of Wordsworth, the poet. It is situated an eighth of a mile from the road leading to Grasmere. On the gateway we read "To let." The house is closed and stands ready to be struck off to the highest bidder. Thus rudely are treated places consecrated by genius. We could not enter, but sat down in the porch. Interwoven into the flat door-stone are the letters "Salve," welcome. But no door opened, no form appeared to welcome us Eighteen years ago he passed away. Cobwebs were on the door-handle and in the windows. The garden is still there. Flowers are blooming there. Strawberries are growing there. Silence now reigns there, but sacred voices from the past speak softly to the heart and woo it to gentle musings. of the hills around, differ from each other, | weak, the vigor of her mind is not exhaustyet the charm and witchery of romantic beauty hangs over all, not like a pall as something superadded, but as something inherent in the scene and entering into it as an essential element. Associations generated by the literature of this region may have added to the interest as we gazed upon it. We always look with greater interest on those places consecrated by heroic deed or literary genius, and for this reason peculiar are our associations connected with them. We can not visit the castle of Chillon, where the Swiss patriot Bonivard was imprisoned, whose heroic sufferings and triumphant liberation have been so graphically painted by Byron and Lamartine; we can not stand at Wordsworth's "Whispering Gate" in Grasmere, before the "Falls of Lodore" in Keswick. described by Southey, by the side of "Enoch Arden's" tomb on the Isle of Wight, whose plaintive story has been told by Tennyson, on the banks of "bonnie Doon," or under the groves of "Abbotsford," without experiencing peculiar feelings of delight, recalling as we do those charming poems connected with these spots. But the lake and mountain scenery of Westmoreland and Cumberland has a beauty of its own, apart from the associations connected with it, and this is what attracted the poets in such numbers thither. Add to this native beauty that which flows from literary and historic association, and we find this one of the most charming regions for the summer tourist to visit. At the foot of Longbrigg is the residence of the late Dr. Arnold of Rugby memory. It is a large stone structure, lying directly under a steep crag, which threatens to fall upon it. Its situation, however, is very romantic; among the trees, with a little rivulet gliding gently by. On "the Knoll," on the outskirts of Ambleside, stands a plain, two-story house, the present residence of Harriet Martineau. She has been an invalid for two years and is now too ill to receive visitors. She has continued to write during her illness and has lately published a new work consisting of sketches of prominent men who have passed off the stage of life during the last thirty years, which shows that though she is bodily The house is plain, embosomed among the shrubbery and the trees. I sat down upon a rustic seat, made of the stump of a cherrytree, with two clipped branches forming the back, where Wordsworth used to sit and muse and write poetry. A lovely scene was spread before my view. This is certainly one of the most picturesque landscapes I ever beheld. Here if anywhere a man can feel the inspiration of poetry. For many years Wordsworth lived here, receiving few visitors and dreading even to see those. He shrank from contact with society; he was somewhat of an ascetic, though he often enjoyed the intercourse of genial minds. We asked the guide, who was formerly in the poet's employ whether he was a good man. Yes," was his reply, "as good as most men. But," he added, some men are thought more of abroad than at home." Thus verifying the old proverb, No man is a hero in the eyes of his valet." 66 66 We hurried away, visited the picturesque Lower Fall, and passed the rustic-looking old house inscribed "1702," where S. T. Coleridge and De Quincey once lived, imagined, ate opium, and wrote out their fancies and facts. In Grasmere we saw also a newly-painted, humble-looking house where Wordsworth spent seven years of his early married life. We entered the church where is a tablet memorial of him, and stood beside his grave, just back of the church. A plain claystone monument with a simple inscription, giving the date of his birth and death and that of his wife, children, and his sister Dorothy, marks the spot where his body rests. The quaint, cross-like tombstone of the ill-fated Hartley Coleridge lies near that of Wordsworth. The inhabitants venerate the spot. Our ride from Grasmere to Keswick, some twelve miles, was over a road shut in by craggy hills, full of wild beauty. It resembles the northern part of New Hampshire. The scenery has been faithfully painted by Wordsworth in his "Waggoner." Near the summit lies a vast pile of dark brown stones, said to be the spot where the Saxon king Edmund slew Dunmail, the last of the Cumberland kings, six hundred years ago. We pass the little village of Withbane and the lofty Helvellyn on the right, and soon catch a glimpse of the rock-ribbed Skiddaw and the brown old village of Keswick on the plain, surrounded by hills on a larger scale than those of Ambleside. The house of Southey is situated on a knoll some forty rods from the main street, a fine, three-story, stuccoed building, with bow ends and the lower story covered with ivy. A well-caredfor flower and fruit garden fronts the house, and a gently purling rivulet flows behind it. We visited his grave. A venerable old church, long and narrow, stands in the burial-ground. It was the still hour of twilight, favorable to solemn meditation. The new moon shone forth as the darkening shadows deepened, giving significance to the inscription on the horizontal tombstone, "I am the resurrection and the life," symbolizing the rise of the Sun of righteousness from the darkness of death. In the early morning-hour we were rowed over the placid surface of Derwent water, whose quiet beauty fills the soul with a kind. of "dreamy content." A craggy seat on the ledge overhanging the water was pointed out to us by the boatman as the place where Southey used to sit and write day by day. The islands add to the beauty of the lake. Floating island is a mass of marine vegetation strong enough to sustain the weight of Some University students once raised a crop of cabbages on it. At certain a man. seasons, it sinks to the bottom, then rises again. At the south end of the lake, between two perpendicular peaks some one hundred and fifty feet high are the Falls of Lodore. But alas! we were utterly unable to answer Southey's question, "How does the water come down at Lodore?" for the dry weather had absorbed all the water. However, we enjoyed the wildness of the scenery around, the huge boulders scattered hither and thither, and could see in imagination the water pouring over the cliff when the rains came "splashing" and dashing" down the heights. 66 This region has been styled "The Home of the Poets," and with reason, for it is a lovely retreat, full of poetic inspiration. A lovelier scene for the worshipper at nature's shrine can scarcely be imagined. But everything is in miniature compared with the scenery of our own land, and the American traveller about to visit this district must guard against the impression that he is to find anything far superior to our lake or mountain scenery. It is picturesque and beautiful, but seldom attains to the sublime. We linger over these scenes and read the poets who have consecrated them in their pages for al! time, "A thing of beauty, a joy forever," and with ineffable delight drink in the inspiration which these scenes of wild and ro mantic beauty give us. Let not the American tourist, then, fail to visit the Lake District of England. THE THANKFUL HEART. If one should give me a dish of sand, and tell me there were particles of iron in it, I might look for them with my eyes and search for them with my clumsy fingers, and be unable to detect them; but let me take a magnet and sweep through it, and how would it draw to itself the almost invisible particles by the mere power of attraction! The unthankful heart, like my finger in the sand, discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day, and as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find in every hour some heavenly blessings, only the iron in God's sand is gold. THE DISTINGUISHED DEAD OF MT. AUBURN. | public sentiment, and strive to persuade the No. XXXII. BY T. H. SAFFORD. Joseph Emerson Worcester, LL. D. There dawned she on a battle-field superb. Oh, beauteous, if that morning had no eve!" UNTI NTIL the days of Hugo Grotius, who was born A. D. 1583, and commenced writing near the year 1600, there was no embodied code of international law, or rules and regulations for governing the conduct of the different nations of the earth in their intercourse with each other. He had a genius for making investigations in this important branch of legal science, and his labors resulted in the discovery of a great number of new principles, or fundamental truths, which enabled him to establish many theories, or rules for the government of diplomatic agents, while engaged in deciding conflicting claims, and settling international disputes. A portion of those rules have been adopted, and are now acknowledged as law by a number of the most enlightened nations of the earth. He likewise collected from the common laws of the world, the scattering statutes which treated upon international matters, and thus partially embodied in law books the general opinion of mankind, of what was right and what was wrong in the conduct of nations while dealing with each other. Since that period Puffendorff, Vattel, Wolff, and a number of other writers have made valuable additions to this important code of legal science; but it is still imperfect, and needs a thorough revision, and also large additions of those admitted principles of national rectitude more recently acknowledged, to adapt it to the wants of the present age, and it must be embodied in books and acknowledged as law by some tribunal possessing authority to make its principles of binding obligation. One of the leading objects of Peace Societies is to endeavor to effect a change in nations of the earth to select a number of their best men, who shall be distinguished for wisdom and virtue, genius and learning, men of age and gravity, of large and matured experience, of deep research, of stern and lofty integrity, with a reputation for philan thropy and wise statesmanship, in short, the sages and master minds of the earth; and this august tribunal of men, are to collect together at some convenient point, and to be designated as the World's Congress, and organized as such; this body would compose the legislative department. The first duty of such a body would be to prepare and publish a code of international laws, that nations as well as individuals can have rules and regulations that are well understood, that their many delicate and complicated rights and interests shall be protected by righteous laws, and their disputes settled by magnanimous men in accordance with the lofty principles of Christianity, and the equitable spirit of an enlightened age. To aid in making the above arrangements practical, the next duty of this Congress would be to organize a National Supreme Court, define its powers and elect its Judges. This would be the judicial department. This tribunal should be composed of honest, upright and learned individuals who have heretofore held high judicial offices; it should consist of a bench of eminent men, rich in treasures of legal knowledge, and, if possible, they should be such persons as are known in all parts of the world; whose truthfulness, sincerity and integrity had never been doubted; such men as the late Chief Justice Marshall and Chancellor Kent, or the foremost intellects of the race, who should, previous to their appointment, be possessed of high judicial renown, and of great grasp and depth of the reasoning faculty. Whenever international difficulties occur, when different States encroach upon each other, when quarrels and contentions arise, the disputes are to be referred to this grand and imposing tribunal of jurists for final adjustment, and decided by them in agreement with the principles of equity and justice, in harmony with laws already prepared by the Congress that elected them, and in accordance with the common sense of mankind. Such a bench of judges would soon determine upon the merits of a case presented to them for examination, and apply a law to settle jarring and discordant interests, and give their decisions accompanied with good and substantial reasons for the same, which would then become precedents. If in their favor, the really aggrieved party would be satisfied, and as justice should be the basis of the settlement, no nation would wish to take the fearful responsibility of waging a costly and cruel war with a neighboring country when it had been solemnly decided by such a tribunal that the principles upon which their suit was founded were clearly in the wrong. Public opinion must and would enforce the decisions of such a distinguished court of international Judges, made while sitting in a sanctuary of justice, with nations for their clients, for the purpose of effecting a bloodless adjustment of national difficulties. Such a body of men would present to the world a sublime spectacle of moral power and grandeur that would be without a parallel, and nations, like individuals, if they did not respond to the verdict, would abide by the decision of this wise and just council of learned and good men. That eminent and excellent man, Dr. Joseph Emerson Worcester, whose name stands at the head of this article, was a firm believer in the final triumph of Peace principles, and was willing to contribute both time and money to aid in effecting this great object. But a short time previous to his death, he gave one thousand dollars to assist in making up a fund of thirty thousand dollars for the benefit of the American Peace Society, and by his will he left to the Peace Society, as a legacy, one-half of the copy-right of his great quarto, the devise to take effect after the death of his wife. The other half was bequeathed to the American Bible Society. Dr. Worcester was born in Bedford, N. H, August 24th, 1784. He was the son of Jesse Worcester, and nephew of Noah Worcester, the distinguished divine. Joseph early exhibited a great thirst for knowledge, and frequently spent his evenings in reading standard works of history by the aid of light obtained from pitch-pine knots. At the age of twenty-one years he com menced a course of preparatory studies at Phillips Academy, and entered the Sophomore class at Yale College in 1809; he was graduated in 1811, and subsequently taught school in Salem for a number of years. His first literary enterprise, the Universal Gazetteer and Geographical Dictionary, was published at Andover in 1817. This was succeeded by a Gazetteer of the United States one year later. He removed to Cambridge in 1819, where he published Elements of Geography, Ancient and Modern, and it proved an uncommonly popular work. This book was succeeded by Sketches of the Earth and its Inhabitants in 1823. In 1826 Mr. Worcester published his Elements of History, Ancient and Modern; he had previously communicated to the American Academy a valuable paper on Longevity. His first essay as a lexicographer was an abridgement of Dr. Johnson's Dictionary in 1828, and in 1829 he epitomized Dr. WebIn 1830 he published his Comprehensive explanatory and Pronouncing Dictionary. His labors were now unremitting, and were exercised with judgment and skill, which resulted in a number of important publications that greatly increased his reputation. ster. In 1846 he published his Universal and Critical Dictionary of the English Language, and in 1855 a Pronouncing explanatory and synonymous Dictionary. In 1860 there appeared the crowning work of his long series of labors as a lexicographer, in his large quarto Dictionary of the English Language, of nearly two thousand pages Mr. Worcester now stood in the front rank among the lexicographers of our language. The work has been adopted as the standard authority in Harvard College, and has the sanction of thousands of the cultivated classes of society in the United States and of Europe. At the time of his death he ranked as first in his own chosen field of labor, and had no peer in any country. His great quarto was the work of one quarter of a century, and it excels in clearness and fullness of definition, and copiousness of illustration. It is a monument of patient labor and diligent research, and is a work of which every American should be proud. It will prove an enduring memorial to the fame of Dr. Worcester, which will |