is a superb elevation, and either as a whole or in parts taken individually, is a fine painter's study. From amongst the bold rocks and picturesque trees, which wildly project from its surface, the lake and mountains exhibit richness and

splendour, almost unrivalled. Yew Crag is about half way between the head and foot of Ullswater.

From Yew Crag to Lyulph's Tower the road is through woods, impenetrable to the eye, at a small distance from the lake, but sometimes it is on its margin, and then the mountains on the opposite side and frequently those at its head, appear in fine perspective, but these scanty exhibitions tantalize the anxious traveller, who, wishing for a greater quantity of distance, might be amply gratified by a tasteful reduction of this redundancy of trees. This part of the park would then present to the eye some of the most extraordinary views upon the lake.

Lyulph's Tower, which it the property of his Grace the Duke of Norfolk, was built by the late Duke. It is more than four miles from the inn at Patterdale, and stands a little above the road in a part of Gowbarrow Park, which exhibits one of the finest views upon the lake. Lyulph's Tower is an excellent object from every place which commands a view of it, and it has that nice degree of élevation from which the lines of the lake appear in a most painter-like arrangement. St. Sunday Crag, in the extreme distance, rears his head high above his neighbours; from which, both

ways, there is a visible horizon, most correctly picturesque. Place Fell is rocky, and unadorned with trees, but about that part of the water beyond Silvery point; but the opposite shores are in high contrast to Place Fell, their swelling sides are richly ornamented with trees, which standing on the water's brink in close array, gradually soften as they rise, and melt into the mountains. The foreground, or rather middle ground, is likewise agreeably diversified with wood.

The park is well stocked with deer, whose elegant forms and wild gestures, are in unison with the surrounding scenes.

The passage quoted from Mr. Cumberland's ode by Mr. West, in praise of this favourite lake, is so happy, that the writer will give, not only the quotation itself, but that gentleman's introduction to it.

The accompaniments of this lake are disposed in the most picturesque order, bending round its margin, and spreading upwards in craggy rocks and mountains, irregular in outline; yet they are certainly much inferior in sublimity and horrible grandeur to the environs of Keswick, and the dreadful rocks in Borrowdale. But in this opinion we have Mr. Cumberland's against us, who, having visited the other lakes in dark unfavourable weather, when nothing could be seen besides weeping rocks, flooded roads, and watery plains,

darkened by sable clouds that hovered over them, and concealed their variegated shoresentertained an unfavourable idea of them; and being more fortunate in a fine day, in that part of the tour, where he visited Ulls Water, he attuned his lyre in honour of this enchanting lake, and sung its charms in preference, not only to Windermere, Grasmere, and the vale of Keswick, but he also raises it above the pride of Lomond, and the marvellous Killarney."

"Our bard, in the sweet ode alluded to, represents himself upon the banks of the lake of Ulls Water, bemoaning the hardness of his fate, in being deprived of a fine day for this view, when the sun beaming forth, blessed him with a full display of all the beauties of this enchanting lake. In gratitude for so special a favour, in a true poetic rapture, he dedicates this ode to the God of Day, and commemorates his partiality to the lake of Patterdale, in the following harmonious numbers."

"Me, turbid skies and threatening clouds await,
Emblems, alas! of my ignoble fate.
But see the embattled vapours break,
Disperse and fly,

Posting like couriers down the sky;
The grey rock glitters in the glassy lake
And now the mountain tops are seen
Frowning amidst the blue serene;

The variegated groves appear,

Deckt in the colours of the waning year;

And as new beauties they unfold,
Dip their skirts in beaming gold.
Thee, savage Wyburn, now I hail;
Delicious Grasmere's calm retreat,
And stately Windermere I greet,
And Keswick's sweet fantastic vale:

But let her naiads yield to thee,
And lowly bend the subject knee,
Imperial lake of Patrick's dale;

For neither Scottish Lomond's pride,
Nor smooth Killarney's silver tide,
Nor ought that learned Poussin drew,
Or dashing Rosa flung upon my view,
Shall shake thy sovereign undisturbed right,
Great scene of wonder and sublime delight!
Hail to thy beams, O sun! for this display,
What, glorious orb, can I repay?

The thanks of an unprostituted muse.*"

There is certainly a savage grandeur about the Borrowdale part of Derwent Water, which Mr. West seems to have been better acquainted with, than the stupendous scenes on Ulls Water; or why should he prefer Derwent Water to Ulls Water? The latter, except from the chasm above Lowdore Water Fall, has no combination equal to that from Lyulph's Tower, nor of several from the Place Fell side of the lake, where the greatest distances have the advantage of excellent rocky foregrounds; nor is there one of the islands on Derwent Water, from which so superb a panoramic range of

* Ode to the Sun, page 18.