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Lonsdale Magazine, 1820, vol.1 p.29
them thus to indulge the eye of taste. "From a boat the Lake
on each side appears beautifully embayed, and above its
shores the land swells into an endless variety of charming
elevations, over which are dispersed, as wildly as if
scattered from the clouds, trees of every growth and
climate."
Our Guide having conducted us very agreeably to the New Inn,
and our time allowing us to remain a few days, he leads us
round to the principal beauties in the neighbourhood. The
first is "a mountain trip rarely equalled," to Lever's
Water, encircled on every side but the south by precipitous
rocks. Through the opening to the south is a charming view
of Coniston Water, over which is seen the river Leven and
the sea. "This is a simple pencil outline, makes but a sorry
figure, but is uncommonly interesting."
From this romantic spot we are next conducted to Low's
Water, a small tarn near the top of the Old Man: thence to
the slate quarries, whose "tinkling animation, noisy
concussions, and thundering explosions," have long ceased to
interest the adjacent cottagers.
Another of our little excursions leads us to Yewdale; the
road to which "displays a succession of pretty little
water-falls." The principal object of the vale however is
Yewdale Cragg, the features of which are peculiar.
"Perpendicular rocks of considerable magnitude, topped by
purple heath and many-greened mosses, spreading over
inclined or horizontal shelves, are succeeded by other
perpendicular rocks, which rise in embattled perspective to
a vast height: from the rocks and the spaces between the
crown of one rock and the base of another, oak, ash, and
birch trees, riot in wild abundance, and give from the road
one uniformly grand and impressive combination."
Our accomodating Guide next conveys us to Tilberthwaite, a
delightful little round of about four or five miles,
"scarcely equalled by any other of the same length in the
country." From the summit of a hill in the road back to our
lodgings at Water-head, we have a prospect where, "in all
its pretty bays and mazy windings, is resplendently
exhibited the whole circumference of Coniston Water; which,
sylvan, soft, and reposed if under the influence of a fine
atmosphere, will additionally gratify the eyes of the
ravished spectator."
In the next of our mountain rides, Mr. Green conducts us
over some high ground into Seathwaite; during this
excursion, we have some noble high land prospects to the
south, by Broughton, with the fine fertile land which skirts
it on every side, screened on the right and left by Black
Comb and Kirkby Moor, [ ]aving Duddon Sands and the ocean in
the distance. "Such a scene as this, under the influence of
any atmosphere free from partial fog or vapour, is fine in
the recession of its parts, and the whole in a dry celestial
azure truly fascinating." Seathwaite contains a number of
fine scenes; but "perhaps the finest part of this vale is
between the chapel and the crag: from Gold-rill-crag the
beauties of the vale diminish at every step as you advance
northward." - "In Seathwaite, untutored nature seems to have
held her dominion with a sway more absolute than in any
other dale in the country." Goat's Water and Seathwaite Tarn
are the objects which excite the greatest interest; having a
tone and manner about them which distinguish them from most
others.
Having rested awhile, amidst the profusion of mental luxury
which the grandeur of the mountains and the mild solitude of
the vales around Coniston, so abnndantly (sic) supply, we
are accompanied by our intelligent companion to Ambleside;
we pass in our way through Hawkshead, where there are
several decent inns, and post chaise kept at the red lion.
In this journey we are presented with some of the beauties
of Esthwaite Water, and some fine mountain views near the
road.
Our Author, having taught his readers how to explore the
deep recesses of the vales, and to scale the towering
summits of the mountains, round the head of Coniston Lake,
and provided them with comfortable lodgings at Ambleside,
returns to Lancaster to bring up those whose limited time
induces them to push forward into the heart of the Lake
district by the nearer route of Burton, Milnthorpe, and
Kendal. Even in this less interesting access to the Lakes,
he points out a number of pleasing objects and delightful
views. Leaving the busy manufacturing town of Kendal, we are
led through an insipid tract of country till we reach Orrest
Head, where "that sudden and extraordinary burst on the
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