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moralising on the folly of hasty decisions in matters of
importance, and the necessity of having at least one year's
knowledge of a place before you realise airy suggestions in
solid stone.
Saturday, November 10th. At the breakfast-table tidings
reached us of the death of Lord Nelson, and of the victory
at Trafalgar. Sequestered as we were from the sympathy of a
crowd, we were shocked to hear that the bells had been
ringing joyously at Penrith to celebrate the triumph. In the
rebellion of the year 1745, people fled with their valuables
from the open country to Patterdale, as a place of refuge
secure from the incursions of strangers. At that time, news
such as we heard might have been long in penetrating so far
into the recesses of the mountains; but now, as you know,
the approach is easy, and the communication, in summer time,
almost hourly; nor is this strange, for travellers after
pleasure are become not less active, and more numerous than
those who formerly left their homes for purposes of gain.
The priest on the banks of the remotest stream of Lapland
will talk familiarly of Buonaparte's last conquests, and
discuss the progress of the French revolution, having
acquired much of his information from adventurers impelled
by curiosity alone.
The morning was clear and cheerful after a night of sharp
frost. At 10 o'clock we took our way on foot towards Pooley
Bridge, on the same side of the lake we had coasted in a
boat
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