EXCURSION TO ULLESWATER.

ROM Penrith the road to Ulleswater continues south-east for about a mile, and then south-west, crossing the railway, and over Eamont Bridge to Yanwith, which is a straggling little village, with nothing much to recommend it. The trees on the banks of the Eamont fall gracefully into the water, and the murmuring of the small and larger falls surrounding, contribute to make the scene as poetical as inarticulate words can make it, and the views of mountain scenery are very fine. The road continues through the villages of Tirrel and Barton, on to Pooley Bridge, which is six miles from Penrith. Pooley Bridge is a primitive little village, only to be noticed from its contiguity to Ulleswater. There are two inns, and several places where boats may be hired for excursions on the lake. We recommend crossing the little bridge at the foot of Ulleswater, and rambling round the western banks, keeping the road, which is sometimes at the edge of the lake, and at others a little away. On the eastern side, half a mile from Pooley Bridge, is a villa called Eusemere, the residence of the late Thomas Clarkson, Esq. The lake is nine miles long, and a mile broad. The panorama of mountains here is fine in the extreme and the view of the lake is magnificently grand. The surrounding scenery is in parts much wilder than either of them, although the water is as smooth and glassy as a polished mirror, with hardly a ripple to be seen. By keeping the road nearly to the end of Gowbarrow Park, and a little at the back up a trodden footway on

the right, a small turretted building is seen, called Lyulph's Tower; it was built as a hunting-box by the Duke of Norfolk, and commands a beautiful view of the lake. Not far from this tower is the celebrated Airey Force, which is reached by following the palings to the left, till you come to two foot-paths. Take the left, and follow the windings, which will lead to the force, which is one of the most beautiful waterfalls of this most beautiful district. This fall has its rise in the Great Dodd mountain, and here forms a considerable body of water. You cross the little bridge, and descend the rugged steps till you get to the bottom. There was, formerly, a lower bridge, but the late floods carried it away. Immense masses of rocks of all shapes attempt to hold in the waters, which rush impetuously over all obstacles, into a large basin at the bottom. The peculiar beauty of Airey Force consists in the overhanging trees with their rich foliage blending with the rocks, and its main charm, the touching legend connected with