|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1820 part 2 p.345 
 Departed ages, shedding where he flew
 Loose fragments of wild wailing that bestrew
 The clouds, and thrill the chambers of the rocks,
 And into silence hush the timorous flocks,
 That slept so calmly while the nightly dew
 Moisten'd each fleece beneath the twinkling stars:
 These couch'd 'mid that lone Camp on Hardknot's height,
 Whose Guardians bent the knee to Jove and Mars:
 These near that mystic Round of Druid frame,
 Tardily sinking by its proper weight
 Deep into patient Earth, from whose smooth breast it  
came!"
 
 "Sacred Religion, 'mother of form and fear,'
 Dread Arbitress of mutable respect,
 New rites ordaining when the old are wreck'd,
 Or cease to please the fickle worshipper;
 If one strong wish may be embosomed here,
 Mother of Love! for this deep vale, protect
 Truth's holy lamp, pure source of bright effect,
 Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere
 That seeks to stifle it; - as in those days
 When this low Pile a Gospel Teacher knew,
 Whose good works formed an endless retinue:
 Such Priest as Chaucer sang in fervent lays;
 Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew;
 And tender Goldsmith crown'd with deathless praise!"
 In a note on the third line Mr. Wordsworth says,
 
  
"The Eagle requires a large domain for its support; but  
several pairs, not many years ago, were constantly resident  
in this country, building their nests in the steeps of  
Borrowdale, Westdale, Ennerdale, and on the Eastern side of  
Helvellyn. Often have I heard anglers speak of the grandeur  
of their appearance, as they hovered over Red Tarn, on one  
of the coves of this mountain. The bird frequently returns,  
but is always destroyed. Not long since one visited Rydal  
Lake, and remained some hours near its banks; the  
consternation which it occasioned among the different  
species of fowl, particularly the herons, was expressed by  
loud screams. The horse also is naturally afraid of the  
eagle. - There were several Roman stations among these  
mountains; the most considerable seems to have been in a  
meadow at the head of Windermere, established, undoubtedly,  
as a check over the passes of Kirkstone, Dunmail-raise, and  
of Hardknot and Wrynose. On the margin of Rydal Lake, a coin 
of Trajan was discovered very lately. - The Roman Fort here  
alluded to, called by the country people "Hardknot  
Castle, is most impressively situated half way down the  
hill on the right of the road that descends from Hardknot  
into Eskdale. It has escaped the notice of most antiquaries, 
and is but slightly mentioned by Lysons. - The Druidical  
Circle is about half a mile to the left of the road  
ascending Stoneside from the vale of Duddon: the country  
people call it "Sunken Church." 
In Seathwaite Chapel is the following inscription: 
  
"In memory of the reverend Robert Walker, who died the 25th  
of June, 1802, in the 93rd year of his age, and 67th of his  
curacy at Seathwaite. 
  
"Also of Anne his wife, who died the 28th of January, in the 
93rd year of her age." 
And in the Parish Register: 
  
"Buried, June 28th, the Rev. Robert Walker. He was Curate of 
Seathwaite sixty-six years. He was a man singular for his  
temperance, industry, and integrity." 
In his early days Mr. Walker had been the schoolmaster of  
Loweswater, and from the register of that parish Mr.  
Wordsworth gves the following memoranda respecting "a person 
apparently of desires as moderate, with, with whom he must  
have been intimate during his residence." 
 "Let him that would ascend the tottering seat
 Of courtly grandeur, and become as great
 As are his mounting wishes; but for me,
 Let sweet repose and rest my portion be.
 HENRY FOREST, Curate.
 
 Honour, the idol which the most adore,
 Receives no homage from my knee;
 Conent in privacy I value more
 Than all uneasy dignity.
 
  
Henry Forest came to Lowes-water, 1708, being 25 years of  
age." 
  
"This curacy was twice augmented by Queen Anne's bounty. The 
first payment, with great difficulty, was paid to Mr. John  
Curwen of London, on the 9yth of May, 1724, deposited by me, 
Henry Forest, Curate of Lowes water. Ye said 9th of May, ye  
said Mr. Curwen went to the office and saw my name  
registered there, &c. This, by the Providence of God,  
came by lot to this poor place. 
  
Haec testor H. Forest." 
  
"In another place he records, that the sycamore trees were  
planted in the churchyard in 1710. 
  
"He died in 1741, having been curate thirty-four years. It  
is not improbable 
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