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waving with ivy and other parasitical plants, form the
prison of the immortal Merlin. Legberthwaite Mill at its
foot was destroyed some seventy years ago by a water-spout,
all the destructive traces of which the healing hand of time
has effaced. On the right are the huge, sullen, and severe
crags of Wanthwaite, which for terrific grandeur vie with
any in the district. Immediately beneath them, on a gentle
knoll, is the pleasant mansion of Lowthwaite, overlooking
the agreeable vale of Threlkeld. The river, and bridges
spanning its stream in different places, form fine
foregrounds to various charming scenes. Towards the left, on
Naddle Fell, stands the chapel of St. John, secluded from
the cheering rays of the sun during a quarter of the year.
The road continues till it meets the line from Penrith, and
so again passing the Druid's Circle, you reach Keswick.
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