name of a single place without a story in reply that somebody had been killed there. Some cousins of Scott's came to dinner. Tuesday, 8. Had Scott's horses not been out of order, we should have gone to St. Mary's Loch, from whence the Yarrow proceeds, and where the flower of Yarrow is said to have lived. The boys still point out the scene of that tragedy. We therefore merely walked up the river to Elibank castle, another of the square towers. They are carrying away its ruins to build a bridge upon the adjacent road to Peebles. The young laird of this place was taken in | one of his marauding parties by the Scotts, who were about to hang him, but the old lady of the clan offered him her daughter, Wide-mouthed Meg, as an alternative. He preferred hanging; but his heart failed him when the halter was put round his neck, and Meg with her wide mouth was conveyed as his bride to Elibank, where the marriage was celebrated; she was an excellent wife.

Wednesday 9th. Went salmon-spearing on the Tweed, being the last day of the sport. I had a spear, and managed one side of the boat. I saw the sport without partaking of it. Three were taken, being all

we saw. One had the mark of an old wound in his back, a cruel sport, though of all fishing the best. The savage grin of joy in one of the men, when stooping down till only his chin was above water, (he had got a salmon by the tail, Scott's spear being through the creature's nose,) would have been in character for a Dog-ribbed Indian. A Mr. Marriot came to dinner, an Oxonian tutor to some lordling near. He talked of having seen the track of a horseman on the hill; and I found that, as in a savage country, the inhabitants here can tell by the track what horse has past, and how long ago. Our evening might have done for old times; he, I and Scott reciting ballads: his was a deplorably bad business upon Purlin Jane, made by I know not whom. Scott repeated some of Hogg's, the Ettrick shepherd, who is a man of genius.

Thursday 10th. Eight miles to Bank house, a single inn; nine to Middleton. In the kitchen here the grate stood out, not being fastened to the chimney back. We crost the South Esk and the North Esk. The Pentland hills appeared on to the left, to the right Arthur's seat. Past through Laswade and Dalkeith, and by Craig Millar Castle, a dirty coal road; the city where we entered dirty and dismal also.

Friday 18th. By stage to Carlisle. Saw a broken chamberpot used as a beehive; excellent Scotch economy! That part of the road which we lost by going to Ashiestiel very beautiful. Selkirk looked well on the hill, with its townhouse spire, before we crost the Ettrick. Beyond Hawick we past Branksome close on the right, Tiviot flowing close on the other side of the road; it is the Cheviot hills which we cross between this place and Langholme. Dined at Hawick, and bought a red nightcap and cravat there to travel in, things for which the town is famous. Delayed there for the late arrival of the coach from Carlisle; a miserable journey with foundered horses from Langholme the rest of the way, so that we did not arrive till half-past two in the morning, having been nineteen and a half hours.

Saturday 19th. Parted with Elmsley, and set off on foot, a long straight road through a flat country, till I came near Dalston, where there is an old hall, a very picturesque building; the Caldes here has left more marks of inundation than I ever saw elsewhere; it must be a most ungovernable stream. Through Hawksdale up to Warne Fall. I had been directed to make for Uldale, but here found Caldbeck so near, that I took that road in preference. Saw the Hook once more, though almost dry. Took bread and cheese at Hesketh New Market. Three portraits on board in the little inn, of what nation I could not guess; the face not very unlike a Chinese, but certainly not Chinese; they were women, and so alike, that I conclude they were sisters. The head dress as here in Charles the Second's days, but with outlandish ornaments appended to

the hair, and the drawing evidently not European. Here also a coarse print of the tree of Fortune; she is shaking the tree, standing in it, and men below catching what falls, bags of money, axes, halters, wives, &c. Home by Mosedale, under Carrack Fell, Bowskell Fell, and Souter Fell to Threlkeld.

Cumbrian Customs, &c.

It was believed that any married woman whose married name was the same as her maiden one, might prescribe at hazard for the hooping (here called the king) cough, and that be the prescription what it would, its success was certain. The same held good of a person riding on a piebald horse. Jackson being once so mounted, was stopt by a man with this salutation, "Honest friend of a pyebald horse, tell me what's good for the king cough?”

APPLE or pear laking1 is still practised; last week there was one at Portinscale. It is merely this, whoever has either fruit to sell and cannot readily find a market, proclaims an apple laking, that is, a dance to which all who like go, and every one paying threepence, fourpence, or sixpence, receives in return a proportioned number of apples.

THE Borrowdale people used formerly to come down every summer and clear away the bar at the junction of the Greta and Derwent, in the latter river. Philosopher Banks, just dead, remembered to have been at this work, which prevented floods.

THE fiddlers at Ambleside used to play before the people as they came out of church on Christmas day, and so go round the parish.

'LAKE V. to play. Sax. lucan ludere. MæsGot. laikan, exultare. Piers Ploughman, layke. -LAKING, s. a plaything. BROCKETT'S Gloss. J. W.W.

LORD CARRICK() was lately benighted at Seatoller, and got a night's lodging atFishers; the good woman put him in her own bed, and he expressed himself perfectly delighted at seeing that rural contentment and happiness which, till now, he had only heard of. In the morning, he said how well he had slept, &c.: "I have slept in many houses," said he, "but never was more hospitably entertained, and in all my life I never slept under so fine a quilt. I have been trying to find out what manufactory it is, but all to no purpose; in all my life I never saw anything like it, nor so fine." "Lord help ye," says the old dame, "manufactory indeed! I made it myself; 'tis patch work, bits of the children's gowns, and of my own that I sowed together."

As the oat harvest was carrying home, I saw yesterday two carts, with each a scare crow stuck in it, ghastly figures enough, looking, at a little distance, just as one should wish to see Joseph Bonaparte make his entrance into Madrid. - Sept. 18th, 1808.

ST. CRISPIN, October 25th, is kept here by the shoemakers. Masters and men go out hunting, and have a supper of "roast goose and such like" on their return. They rest from work on this day, because they say Christ rested on his way to Calvary at a shoemaker's stall. This evening (1808), a boy who followed them out, has been stormstruck, and was brought home to all appearance dead; he is, however, restored. began to rain about nine in the morning, and so heavy a storm I scarcely ever remember, as has been raging without intermission till this time (seven o'clock). The floods are already very deep.

It

THERE is a shaft called the Wad2 hole near White Water Dash. Foxes frequent it.

2 Wad is the Cumbrian name for black-lead. A wud-pencil is a black-lead pencil.-J. W. W.

APPLEBY is one of the prettiest towns I ever saw; a long wide street of steep ascent, with the market house at bottom, and church behind it, and the castle at the top. The keep is ancient, and has merely been kept in repair; most of the other parts are little more than a century old. There are the pictures of the Earl of Cumberland (George, in Elizabeth's days), and his family; and several of the famous Countess of Pembroke. And there is the earl's armour, a beautiful suit inlaid with gold. We were surprised at its apparent shortness, which I explained to my own satisfaction by observing that it exceeds the breadth of the human figure, but not its heighth. It is very fine to walk on the terrace of this castle, with the Eden below, and see the rooks' nests on a level with you, so steep is the declivity.

Brougham castle is a very fine ruin, and the view from it of the near junction of the Eden and Lowther, with Carlton (Wallace's house), and its park, exceeding beautiful.

WORKINGTON. In the church is a large altar-piece, painted by a man of the town. On the first Sunday that it was opened, the people were greatly surprised to recognize one another's portraits, which the artist, unknown to them, had adopted for his figures; two ladies of the place were the angels. The poor man's hopes were disappointed! they were not gratified at being thus immortalized by an unskilful hand, and he probably made the picture worse by endeavouring to destroy the likenesses.

The organist has lately been dismissed; and in consequence, the organ has been injured by some of his friends.

makers at work; the fields, some covered with newly fallen grass, others with the hay in cocks, and yet the grass which had been just cut, brightly green. It was very hot; that house with the old sycamores, which we see on the left before us in descending into the vale, appeared an enviable spot, so delightful did their deep shade appear! Very, very hot; not a breath of air, and the flies followed us all up the side of Wanthwaite, to the very highest point; henceforth I will carry a fan. The great mogul himself, if he travelled here, must be his own fly-flapper. We obtained an accession of these tormentors in passing a party of kine, many of whom had got within a sheepfold for the sake of its little shade; the flies seemed to prefer man-flesh to beef. Certes a gig might travel this road. Saddleback is seen to more advantage hence than from any other point; its deep ravines, with all the strongest colourings of light and shade. Skiddaw assumes a new form. Down Materdale is very fine; to come up it is far less so.

At Araforce, one or two deer are lost every year; being accustomed to cross the Beck, they attempt it when the torrent is too strong, and are carried down the fall.

Poor Charles got one of his bilious attacks. I was obliged to leave him in bed, and went with Richards and a boy, whom Luff sent to guide us up Place Fell, to Angle Tarn. The ascent commands Paterdale. The Tarn is about two and a half miles from Paterdale. We guest it at about a mile round. It has two islands, and a peninsula, which, from many points of view, appears like a third. The shores are not high, but finely formed, and you see the mountains

with grass; but in what manner formed he could not possibly tell, though they were, as he thought, manifestly works of nature; and that part of its beach consists of fine sand. Down the gill to Heartshope; a lovely gill, where there are as fine baths and shoots of water from the rock, or rather of rock which throw off the water, as can any where be seen. At Heartshope, some of the finest cottages in this country, with their old balconies, perfect posadas in appearance. Danvers better when we returned; indeed, quite recovered. We drank tea in Luff's garden; a fine yew which he found lying on the ground, where it had remained twelvemonths, he hoisted up, and it recovered, and is now flourishing. Clarkson and Tilbrook arrived after tea.

July 21st. An old man above eighty was our guide up Helvellin; his hands shook, his voice faltered, but his feet were firm, and he walked up better than I could follow him. Up Glenriddel, to Capel Cove Tarn, which lies under Catchedicam; we ascended to the right of the Tarn, a steep ascent, but the easiest, then walked along the summit, and then ascended the ridge of another eminence, which seemed a fearful road till we got at it, when it was perfectly safe. Got up Helvellin, the point so called, then upon Brown Cove Head. Catchedicam, which is next in order, we left to the left, Red Tarn below, and Stridingedge on its right, a fearful place. We looked down on the spot were the bones of poor Gough were found. Saw a little Tarn above the upper end of Thirlmere. On, till Grisdale Tarn appears below us, the largest of all on Helvellin; a very slippery descent to it, and here we left our guide, he going down Gris

dale home, we up beside the Tarn, and over the hawse to Grasmere.

I noticed a gate of wise construction; for want of hinges, an upright pole passed through a hole in a projecting stone at top,it was at Heartshope, and it fastened by running a wooden spiggot into a hole in a rock, or great stone.

Saturday 22nd. Through Langdale, and over the Stake. Slate quarry. The drippings of the rock have formed a black and sunless pool. Long-dale it is indeed! on the summit we lost the path, and did not recover it till we were nearly down. They lay ropes under the hay, and bear it off in that manner; or on a horse, as much as he can bear, and the ropes hold.

Saturday, August 19th. WALKED home from Lowther; breakfast with Thomas Wilkinson. He showed me Yanwith Hall. Its smaller tower inclined so far from the perpendicular, that it must soon have fallen. The present Lord Lonsdale was very desirous of preserving it; a huge machine for pulling it back from its inclination was made ready, and the side opposite was undermined. The workmen now began to be alarmed, and were afraid to use the powers which had been prepared, when somebody cried out that the wall was moving, though with a motion almost imperceptible; it was soon, however, ascertained that this was the case, and in the course of the night it settled completely upright, in such a manner that it may now last for ages.

Crossed the Emont by a foot-bridge, from whence there is a sweet view of Yaworth. We took shelter from the rain with one Dawson, who owns that little white very neat house with the clipt yew tree before it, two miles on this side Penrith. He supplies his house with water from a rising ground about 100 yards off. A plumber, thirty years since, laid him a small leaden

2 The same as hals, i.e. a neck. A very common name in Cumberland and Westmoreland. J. W. W.

pipe for five groats a yard, exclusive of sol- | dering, which cost about sixteen shillings more, and this has lasted excellently well. The water is conveyed into a large stone cistern, or small tank, in the dairy,-fine, soft, beautiful water, and from there it flows through an old gun-barrel pipe into a trough of stone, likewise on the outside, for out of door purposes; close to the inner cistern, is a sink, so that the dairy is thus kept always

cool and clean. What is remarkable, (besides this excellent contrivance, which was projected by the owner himself, a plain Cumberland peasant), is, that this never-failing stream seems to indicate changes of weather, for before all changes, either for fine weather or rain, instead of flowing freely, it comes drop by drop.

BLACK lead has been found in the Colonel's Island, and it had been buried there some thirty or forty years ago, when a regular trade in stealing it was carried on.

waters. We staid half an hour listening to it. The children were very much impressed. It was the more extraordinary, as there had been no thaw, and the night had been severe. It was between eight and nine o'clock.

AT Nottingham, the streets are paved with Bōdern stones, which the higher classes A boy who takes up a pronounce Bolder.

large stone says, I'll throw a Bōder at you.

ST. JOHN'S Church. Joseph Dixon's book of psalm tunes had a picture on it of Windsor Castle, with Patent Windsor Soap written below.

JOSEPH GLOVER was born at Watenlath, and from the age of eight till twelve, when he left it, used every day to go to the church in Borrowdale to school, three miles distant over the mountain, in all weather. Harrison, who had then the living and the school, was a very old man. Glover was the only boy from Watenlath, and could have had no

A WOMAN, at the foot of Crossfels, said, when I enquired the road for some distance forward, ""Twould be mystical for me to tell

you the way," meaning that it was too intricate for me to comprehend her.

1st Feb. 1814. I HEARD the ice thunders1 this morning. Edith and Herbert compared it to the howling of wild beasts. It was neither like thunder nor the sound of

the wind, but a long, moaning, melancholy sound, rising and dying away, beyond measure mournful; and to any one crossing the ice, inexpressibly awful and appalling. Every now and then came a crash, and a splash of

I WORDSWORTH alludes to the same sound in the Prelude

"From under Esthwaite's splitting fields of ice
The pent up air, struggling to free itself,
Gave out to meadow-grounds and hills a loud
Protracted yelling, like the noise of wolves
Howling in troops along the Bothnic main."
B. i. p. 25.-J. W. W.

used to let him go away earlier than the rest of the boys. The house in which he was born is now fallen entirely to ruins. I make this memorial of Glover with some interest. The man is a carpenter and joiner here in Keswick, and I should say, very much out of his proper place, if such a man could be out of place any where. But a more ingenious or a more inquiring man I have seldom seen, nor one more ready and alert upon all occasions with his best services; nor with whom, had his situation in life permitted, I should have been upon more familiar terms.

In the reign of King John, Richard Gilpin "was enfeoffed in the lordship of Kentmere Hall, by the Baron of Kendal, for his singular deserts both in peace and war. This is that R. G. who slew the wild boar that, raging in the mountains adjoining, as sometimes did that of Erimanthus, had much endammaged the country people; whence it is that the Gilpins in their coat arms, give the boar."-Life of BERNARD G.