eastern side of its head and about three miles southward; but, extraordinary as it may appear, they have not been noticed in any of those works perused by the writer, excepting by Captain Budworth, in his Fortnight's Ramble. Mr. Housman barely mentions the inn at Low Wood; but that inn is not even mentioned by Messrs. Gilpin, Hutchinson, and West; and not one of the four speak of its neighbouring beauties it is true that a note in West says "The Low Wood Inn, about two miles short of Ambleside, will attract the tourist's notice. No other inn in his rout has so fine a view of the lake, and the natural beauties of which he is in quest. A small cannon is kept here to gratify the curious with those remarkable reverberations of sound, which follow the report of a gun, &c., in these singular vales, and of which a general description is given in the subsequent lines.

Bursts from the bosom of the bollow shore,
The dire explosion the whole concave fills,
And shakes the firm foundation of the hills,
Now pausing deep, now bellowing from a-far,
Now rages near the elemental war:
Affrighted Echo opens all her cells,

With gather'd strength, the posting clamour swells,
Check'd or impell'd and varying in its course,
It slumbers, now awakes with double force,
Searching the strait, and crooked hill and dale,
Sinks in the breeze, or rises in the gale:
Chorus of earth and sky! the mountains sing,
And heaven's own thunders thro' the valleys ring.
“Killarney.

The above Mr. X. has criticised the observá, tions of Messrs. Hutchinson and West, on Mr. English's erections on Curwen Island; Mr. West's address on that subject is mild and gentlemanly, perhaps Mr. Hutchinson's is not less true, but is keener, and if Mr. Hutchinson had not made a voyage southward, his observations had been unexceptionable. Is it possible that the intrusions of the unfeeling into the very heart of beauty should pass unnoticed? how is reformation in the offending party to be effected while he remains in ignorance of his crimes against all taste? Mr. Gilpin's strictures on art are infinitely more severe than those of Mr. Hutchinson. A long and formal garden wall, in a situation like that planted by Mr. English, deserved the severest reprehension: the house is less objectionable, and Mr. Curwen has removed the garden to the main land.

The observations of X. amount to nothing, or at least to nothing that lessens the force of those he attempts to combat. A judicious commixture of art with the beauties of nature, is always to be commended; but its impertinent introduction, is always the cause of regret in the breast of the feeling observer.

The circuitous coasting line, recommended to be taken by the Ambleside tourist, from the landing place down the Brathay to its junction with the lake, may, with equal advantage, be pursued from the inn at Low Wood, proceeding from the pier by Holm point, to the river Brathay, which the party may navigate higher than

the landing place, or on the Rothay nearly to the bridge, should he wish to add the river views to his little voyage round the head of the lake.

Sailing or rowing to the great or lesser islands, to the ferry-house, to Bowness, or even to the islands and promontories below the ferry points, may be performed with much gratification, and taken in many directions, should the visitor have time for it.

The excursions recommended to be made from Ambleside to the lakes of Windermere, Esthwaite, and Coniston, will, with equal advantages, be performed from the inn at Low Wood.

From the many undulations on the fields above the Low Wood Inn, from the rocky heights above Dove Nest, from the neighbourhood of the Skelgill houses, from the Troutbeck road, and from many places in the inclosures all the way from that road to Troutbeck bridge, the distant prospects towards the vales of Great and Little Langdale and the foot of Windermere, beautified by a luxuriance of wooded and rocky fore-grounds, are as rich in variety as those of any district bordering the lakes. The usual practice of indiscriminate ruin, has, to their honour, not been resorted to by the late Bishop of Landaff, Christopher Wilson, Esq. (who is the owner of the Low Wood Inn), and other neighbouring proprietors, ladies and gentlemen, who, in all their cuttings, have left such standards as will eventually rise into magnificent forest trees,

and give a grace and grandeur to the scenery of the country, not elsewhere to be observed amongst the northern mountains.

Exquisite compositions out of the fields belonging to the inn, may readily be discovered from the back of the house, and many circuitous upland excursions will at every turn give to the wondering eye a diversity of hill and dale, of rock, of wood, and of water, too little seen by former tourists, to whom, generally speaking, this extraordinary volume in the great book of nature has hitherto been sealed.

The principal leading lines for a full enjoyment of the sights in question, and from which little deviations may of course be made, are upon the road from Ambleside to Troutbeck by way of Skelgill, and from the Low Wood Inn to Troutbeck,

Trip to Skelgill.

The ascent to Skelgill from the Kendal road commences at Low Fold, which is about a mile and a half from Low Wood, and a quarter of a mile from the Salutation Inn, in Ambleside. The view of the vale of Ambleside, and of Little Langdale beyond the sweet and sparkling meanderings of the Rothay and Brathay, with the Old Man and other Coniston mountains in distance, will first arrest the attention of the pedestrian, and be his companions to the woods,