and, resuming once more the name of a river, the Derwent, after a winding course through several verdant valleys, at length falls into the sea near Workington. Returning to Keswick, along the western shores, the ride is delightful; especially in the evening, and whilst the water is still gilded by the radiance of the sun. At such a time, when the lake is one vast expanse of crystall mirror, the mountain shadows are softened into a mild blue tint, which sweeps over the half surface, and the other half receives the impression of every radiant form that glows around. At Berk Withop the view of the lake is full and pleasing, the water beautifully expands to the eye, having its outlet concealed by Castle How, a circular peninsula crowned with wood, on which appear the vestiges of a castle or fortress. Lord Byron makes beautiful allusion, in his Childe Harold, to the dilapidated remains of castellated structures: "They stand, as stands a lofty mind, But they who fought are in a bloody shroud, And those which waved are shredless dust ere now, On the Berk Withop side of the castle, the shore is lined with a range of rocks, half concealed in low wood, over which rise Withop Brows. The opposite shore is indented with beautiful bays, formed by the promontories of Scarness, Bowness, and Bradness. Hence is seen, in a pleasing point of view, a part of the vale of Bassenthwaite, interspersed with its church and two or three white houses. Ullock, a gloomy mountain covered with heath, forms the back-ground of this picture; and Skiddaw appears in all its preeminence, towering above the neighbouring hills in majestic grandeur, and lifts its summit to the skies. On all sides the scenery is various, and the whole of it beautifully picturesque. As you approach Keswick, Skiddaw appears to great advantage; Crosthwaite church and vicarage are successively seen; and between these and the town, on the left, is the villa Lucretilis of the Poet Laureat. The vale of Bassenthwaite extends from the foot of Skiddaw to Ousebridge; it is variegated with many beautiful objects, both of art and nature, and, in general, is a rich and fertile tract of land. The lake, which adds so much to its beauty, is nearly as transparent as that of Derwent, and abounds with a great variety of fish and water-fowl. KESWICK, AND DERWENTWATER AND BASSENTHWAITE LAKES, FROM THE KENDAL ROAD,-CUMBERLAND. This view of Keswick, taken from the Kendal Road, presents a striking assemblage of picturesque objects, including the lakes of Derwent Water and Bassenthwaite Water, with the mountainous acclivities of Withop Brows in the back-ground. "The lofty rocks At night's approach bring down the unclouded sky, To rest upon their circumambient walls; A temple framing of dimensions vast And yet not too enormous for the sound Of human anthems,-choral song, or burst To glorify the Eternal! What if these One voice, the solitary raven, flying Faint-and still fainter-as the cry with which The wanderer accompanies her flight Through the calm region, fades upon the ear, To expire." CLARE-MOSS,-WESTMORLAND. This romantic locality is situate at the extreme end of Little Langdale; and the present view looks in the direction of Bley Tarn and Langdale Pikes. The spot is surrounded by lofty mountains and crags; that on the left hand, assuming a prominent character in the engraving, is called Blackrigg. At the proper season of the year, the mountain shepherds bring hither their fleecy charge to wash them, a customary prelude to the shearing. "In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Compell'd, to where the mazy running brook And that fair swelling in a pebbled shore. Urged to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Ere the soft fearful people to the flood On some impatient seizing, hurls them in: Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flashing wave, The trout is banished by the sordid stream; Heavy, and dripping to the breezy brow, Slow move the harmless race; where, as they spread Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray, Inly disturb'd, and wondering what this wild Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints The country fill: and, toss'd from rock to rock, Blackrigg is a place of much danger both to the sheep and the shepherds, when, as is frequently the case, the straying herd wander beyond the possibility of retreat or farther |