himself remarkable by his penurious habits, is imprisoned in the dark womb of the rock. The rustic natives of the valley declare, that when Sir James died he could not rest,—that various incantations were tried by the learned vicar of Bampton to lay his ghost, that the reverend gentleman was roughly handled by the refractory spirit,—but that at length, having sent for more books, the vicar fairly succeeded in lodging him in Wallow Crag."

Tourists who visit Hawes Water will find it most advisable to cross from Kentmere, and ascend the mountains between Harter Fell and High Street, whence they obtain a beautiful view of mountain scenery and a general survey of the lake.

CASTLE CRAG, BORROWDALE, FROM THE VILLAGE OF GRANGE,— CUMBERLAND.

The village of Grange is situated in the straits of Borrowdale, on the west side of the Derwent; and it is here that the grand and savage scenery of the valley commences. The mountains and crags on either side approach each other so closely, as to leave a very confined entrance to the valley beyond. "Borrowdale appears from this point to be choked up with vast rocks and fragments, which lie strown in the wildest disorder, as if they had been torn by some great convulsion of nature from the neighbouring mountains, and tumbled down into the valley."

The hospitality of Borrowdale is proverbial; and Mr. Baines, from whose "Companion to the Lakes" we have frequently extracted much interesting and valuable information, mentions a particular instance of this social virtue which occurred to himself at the house of Mr. Thomas Threlkeld, of Grange. "We were received by his wife with a simple and hearty welcome, ensconced in huge upright arm-chairs by the fire-side, which was of antique dimensions,-fresh wood was heaped upon the blazing hearth, and homemade cheese, butter, and bread brought forth, with rich milk, buttermilk, and oat-cake, for our refreshment. I was the more pleased, when I found afterwards that Gray had been hospitably entertained at the same village."

Opposite to the village of Grange is a conical hill, which, in the course of time, has received a sufficient covering of earth to admit of trees taking root, and is now covered with wood. With this exception, the first mile of Borrowdale presents a uniform scene of nakedness and desolation. The hill we have named appears on the left of our view.

Rising precipitously from the river Derwent, is the lofty and peaked mountain called Castle Crag, its sides finely mantled with wood. From the summit is obtained a magnificent view of Derwent-water and Skiddaw, with all their varied beauties on the one side, and of Borrowdale, with all its rugged grandeur and mountain ruins, on the other. Crag obtains its name from an ancient fortification erected on its summit, most probably to command the pass of Borrowdale, and protect the southern parts of the kingdom from incursions on the north.

SCAWFELL PIKES, FROM STY HEAD,-CUMBERLAND.

-"the eye can only see

Broken mass of cold gray stone;

Never yet was place so lone!

Yet the heart hath many a mood

That would seek such solitude."

Proceeding from Keswick, the road to this romantic defile, whence is obtained a close and fearful view of Scawfell Pikes, lies through Rossthwaite, Borrowdale, and Seathwaite. The latter place is a wretched village, situated nearly at the extremity of the valley of Borrowdale. Here cultivation terminates; and the overhanging mountains frown sullenly on the passing traveller. "On the hill to the right of the village are the celebrated Wad Mines, where the mineral called plumbago, or vulgarly black-lead, and on the spot denominated wad, is found." These are the only mines of the kind in England; and when occasionally discovered in other countries, the mineral is widely inferior in quality. The wad is not found without much difficulty, and the workmen are frequently engaged many months in seeking for it, without finding any. "It does not lie in veins, but in masses or sops, sometimes of a ramified form, like the root of a tree, and its discovery is consequently accidental.”

From Seathwaite, a deep and winding path marked by a bed of stones, leads across Sty-head, which forms a slack between the two mountains of Scawfell and Great Gavel. The top of this head is not more than half so high as either of those mountains, and is comparatively level for about a mile, so as to form a narrow valley between them. When approaching Scawfell Pikes, the road becomes rocky and boggy, and is traversed with difficulty. Passing the mountain of Great End, one of the elevations of Scawfell, the tourist arrives at the proposed point, and stands on the brink of a precipice, opposite the Pikes, and hanging midway between the summit and the base. Immediately in front of us," says Mr. Baines, in his Companion to the Lakes, "that mountain reared his mighty stature.' We saw him at a single glance, from the verdant tract of Wasdale at his foot, to the overhanging precipices, crowned by a conical pile of stones, which indicate the head of the Pikes, and the highest summit in England. The side forms one long concave sweep, becoming gradually steeper as it ascends, till the highest part rises in perpendicular crags, like a mountain battlement." There is a simple grandeur in the view, which is deeply impressive.

"Never yet

Did our forefathers o'er beloved chief
Fallen in his glory, heap a monument
Of that prodigious bulk, though every shield
Was laden for his grave, and every hand
Toil'd unremitting at the willing work,

From morn till eve, all the long summer day."