are seen Honister Crag, Fleetwith, Haycocks, High Crag, High Stile, and Red Pike; and still more remote, the Ennerdale Haycocks. Whitelees Pike, Grassmere, Cawsey Pike, and Grisedale Pike, all lie between the above range and the lake of Bassenthwaite, a great part of which may be observed from Helvellyn; and beyond Bassenthwaite extend the distant plains of Cumberland, and the summits of the Scottish mountains." So far our guide book, which we close with an emphatic wish that we may never again have to run over, at one heat, such a cluster of jaw-breaking appellations.

From the foot of Ulleswater to Penrith is a distance of five miles. The first portion runs parallel, or nearly so, with the clear stream of the Eamont. A preferable road, although it adds three or four miles to the distance, is that by Lowther Castle, and Eamont Bridge; by taking which, the tourist may visit the ruins of Brougham Castle, Arthur's Round Table, and obtain a glimpse of Brougham Hall, the seat of Lord Brougham. Lowther Castle stands in a park of six hundred acres, on the east side of the river Lowther, a small stream which joins the Eamont. It is one of the finest

structures of its

solidity of the

kind in England, combining the Baronial Castle with the pompous and rich architecture of the Cathedral. The north front is entirely baronial in its character; the south front entirely

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ecclesiastical. The interior is fitted up in a style of gorgeous magnificence. It was commenced in 1802, from the design of Mr. Smirke; and, by a liberality for which all strangers ought to feel grateful, it may be viewed at all seasonable times, on application at the porter's lodge. The late Earl was known for many princely acts;-but, perhaps, he will be best remembered by posterity for the intimate association of his name with the early and late fortunes of Mr. Wordsworth, which he did so much to advance.

Continuing from Lowther, along the high road, to Penrith, we pass the village of Clifton, and afterwards the curious relic, known as Arthur's Round Table. Clifton Moor is famous as having been the scene of an engagement between the Highlanders and the Duke of Cumberland, in the rebellion of '45. Allusion is made to it in Waverley, and the reader will remember the interview between Waverley and Fergus McIvor, in his 59th chapter, upon the banks of a stream, and near a hamlet, neither of which are named; but, are intended, the first for the Eamont, and the second for Clifton. It was here that Fergus told Waverley of his vision of the Bodach Glas. "Last night," said he, "I felt so feverish that I left my quarters and walked out, in the hope that the keen frosty air would brace my nerves. I crossed a small foot-bridge, and kept walking backwards and forwards, when I observed with surprise, by the clear

moonlight, a tall figure in a grey plaid, which, move at what pace I would, kept regularly about four yards before me. I called to him, but received no answer. I felt an anxious throbbing at my heart; and to ascertain what I dreaded, I stood still and turned myself successively on the same spot to the four points of the compass. Turn where I would, the figure was instantly before my eyes at precisely the same distance; I was then convinced it was the BODACH GLAS. My hair bristled, and my knees shook. I manned myself, however, and determined to return to my quarters. My ghastly visitant glided before me until he reached the foot-bridge. There he stopped, and turned full round. A desperate courage, founded on the belief that my death was near, made me resolve to force my way in spite of him. I made the sign of the cross, drew my sword, and uttered "In the name of God, Evil spirit, give place." "Vich Ian Vohr," it said, in a voice that made my blood curdle, "beware of to-morrow." It seemed at that moment not half a yard from my sword's point, but the words were no sooner spoken than it was gone, and nothing further appeared to obstruct my passage.'

The Round Table is on the Westmoreland side of the Eamont, which here forms the boundary between Westmoreland and Cumberland. It is a circular area, twenty-nine yards in diameter, surrounded by a

ditch and elevated mound, with two approaches cut through the mound opposite to each other; and is supposed to have been an area for tournaments, in those long and happily extinguished days of chivalry, when all virtue, all honour, all goodness, were supposed to lie in the breast of him who could make the best (or worst) use of his sword for the slaying of his fellows. A few hundred yards to the west of the Round Table, is an elevation called Mayburgh, upon which is a circular enclosure, one hundred yards in diameter, formed by a broad ridge of rounded stones heaped up to the height of fifteen feet. In the centre of the circle is a pillar of stone eleven feet in height. These relics are undoubtedly of still greater antiquity, and are supposed, on sufficient reason, to have formed part of a Druidical circle. At six miles from Penrith, in a north-eastern direction, there is another Druidical mount of the same kind, but still more distinctly marked, which is known by the name of Long Meg and her daughter. It is to be found on the summit of a hill near little Salkeld. This circle, which is three hundred and fifty yards in circumference, is formed by seventy-two stones, placed at irregular intervals. Many of them are ten feet high; and, the one at the entrance, the tallest of the whole, is eighteen feet high. From the Round Table to Brougham Hall, and the ruins of Brougham Castle, is but a short walk. The latter stands at

the confluence of the Eamont and the Lowther; on the site, according to Camden, of the Roman Brovoniacum.

The ruins have a venerable and majestic appearance amid the ivy which creeps over them, and the green trees which surround them. The castle is supposed to have been built in the early days of the Norman occupation of England, and descended from the Veteriponts to the Cliffords and Tuftons; and now belongs to the Earl of Thanet. The poetical

reader will not fail to remember in connection with its history, the beautiful little poem of Wordsworth, "The Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle, on the restoration of Lord Clifford, the shepherd, to the abode of his ancestors." About two miles below the castle, on the banks of the Eamont, are the Giant's Caves, two singular natural caverns; or, as some say, artificial excavations in the rocky bank of the stream. The rock in which they are is almost perpendicular; and the only access is by a narrow, and not over-safe ledge. One of them is a very small recess; but the other is more capacious, and appears to have had a door and window, looking towards the stream-forming a fit abode for a recluse-or for a retreat such as that in which Balfour, of Burleigh, met his death. It is supposed that one Sir Hugh Cæsar, whose tombstone is shown in Penrith churchyard, lived here; and that he was a giant of the same breed as the