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Gentleman's Magazine 1805 p.806 
  
Hackfall, Masham, Middleham, Askrig, 
  
... ... 
  
... forward to Sedbergh, and in our way saw Hardraw force.  
Its perpendicular height is considerable, and the eye  
unaccustomed to these objects follows the precipitation of  
the water into the gulph beneath with a sensation of horror. 
  
The country assumed a more interesting face as we drew nigh  
to Sedbergh, than we had seen for miles. On approaching  
Kendal, across open and dreary moors, our attention was  
arrested by the bold, black summits of Westmoreland,  
terminating the horizon. Towards evening we crossed the  
river Kent, and after a hasty meal in the moping town of  
Kendal, hurried through Stavely and Ings to catch the sun's  
last lingering rays on the mountains. The Lake of  
Winandermere burst upon us in all its tranquil glory, as we  
approached Bowness, a little village on its Eastern shore.  
For a few minutes we were tempted to quit our chaise, and  
walked about 200 yards to the gate of a meadow, which  
commended the most central view of the Lake. Here,  
and at this moment; the novelty of the scenery, the  
serenity of the evening, the glassy stillness of the water,  
the terrible grandeur of the mountains, and the little  
hamlets couching at their feet, inspired a charm peculiar to 
first impressions, and evanescent as the monent that gave it 
birth! Winding round its cultivated banks, the prospect  
varying at every turn, we took shelter in the delicious  
repose of Low Wood, a spot which I soon ventured to predict, 
would, at no very distant period, become the favourite  
resort of every Northern traveller who has any correct taste 
for the wild or beautiful in Nature! 
  
(To be continued.) 
  
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