which there is the upper and the lower Carrs; between the Carrs and Steel Fell is a hollow called Green Burn. On that end of Steel Fell which rises above Green Burn there are two projections called the High and the Low Knotts.

Mr. Budworth, speaking of Helm Crag, says, "our guide was never on it but once, and neither he nor Partridge remembers that it has been visited by stangers." This seems extraordinary, when its vicinity to the inns and the public road, and the excellent display of objects from its summit, are full of fair comfort and encouragement to the lovers of elevated sta

tions.

From the crags on Helm an additional variety may be given. The walk, by descending to a wall on the north-west, and by that wall down to the bottom of Green Burn, and by the stream, a short distance to some steppingstones leading to a farm house, called Tarn How, which is not a quarter of a mile from the public road at the turnpike gate at Town Head.

The principal scenes in Grasmere having been noticed, and the means of approaching those scenes (excepting the northern Easedale, through which, in due time, the traveller will be conducted,) the writer will now proceed from Dunmail Raise to Keswick.

From Dunmail Raise, all the way to Wyburn Water, the road on the right is bounded

by craggy mountains, all verging from the mighty Helvellyn, which rises pre-eminent above

them.

On the right of the Raise is a river which divides the counties; this river in wet weather presents a number of noble water-falls.

The lake, bounded on the left by mountains, or rather hills, is seen at the end of the valley. This valley being barren of wood has little to interest the stranger: the western summits are, however, not ill-shapen, and, if native trees were planted and encouraged the scenery would eventually be greatly improved.

Between the Raise and the Inn called Horse Head, the rocks on the right are called Riggle Knotts, Black Crag, and Fellside. On the left, having cleared Steel Fell, is Nab Crag, and a green cove between them called Dale Head, which runs up to the pass between Grasmere and Borrowdale.

The Horse Head, an excellent public house, not quite eight miles from Ambleside, is a convenient station for those who wish to avail themselves of the captivating scenery on Wyburn Water, being distant from it little more than half a mile.

The summit of Helvellyn cannot be seen from the Horse Head, nor from any part of the road short of about three miles from Keswick; but the mountain track approaching it may be

observed from the door of the inn; this track winds precipitously up the Middle Tongue, between Fellside and Whelpside.

Opposite the Inn is the Chapel, a small place, for a small congregation; the population of Wyburn being inconsiderable.

Looking immediately across the valley, from the back of the house, may be observed a stream of water passing amongst rocks, which proceeds from a little lake, called Harrop Tarn, situate under Tarn Crag, a rock seen beyond the rivulet.

The foot road from the Horse Head to the western side of Wyburn Water leaves the turn-pike road at the first house on the Keswick road; it crosses the valley diagonally to a few houses, called the City of Wyburn. The horse road is about one hundred yards beyond the Cherry Tree, which was formerly a public house. Above the Cherry Tree rises Whelpside, high on the side of which is Grey Crag, and beyond them Ash Crags: from the Cherry Tree it is about a quarter of a mile to the lake.

Wyburn Water, Leaths Water, Thirlmere, or (according to Dr. Burn) Brackmeer, is more than two miles and a half in length, and from a quarter to half a mile across. The western shore is irregular, and formed into many beautiful bays. A singular Alpine bridge connecting two far out-stretching promontories, cuts the lake in two not very unequal parts.

The specimen of the lake offered from its travelling side is not good; its principal beauties being seen from the western shore. Mrs. Radcliffe, like others who have written upon it, seems not to have deviated from the turnpike road, for she says, "this is a long, but narrow, and unadorned lake, having little else than walls and rocky fells starting from its margin." It is to be regretted, that Mrs. Radcliffe did not traverse the western side, for, had she done so, the public would doubtless have been much gratified by her descriptions of some of the finest scenes in nature.

Wyburn Water, as it is generally called by the inhabitants, or Leaths Water, more properly, after the name of the owner, may be visited from Ambleside, or Keswick, or from the inn at Wyburn.

The western side of the lake can only be travelled on foot, or on horseback, the roads being sometimes steep, but oftener rugged: the distance from Keswick over the bridge which cuts the lake in two, is thirteen miles; round the head of the lake it is about sixteen. From Ambleside, round the foot of the lake, it is upwards of twenty-four miles; but over the bridge about twenty.

The road passing the lake on the left passes on its margin, over many rugged knolls, and under the steep and shaggy brow of Helvellyn, which rises on the right. This road has in prospect Bull Crag, Fisher Crag, and Raven Crag, which,

from favourite points, are severally objects of great interest; but here the connecting lines are straight, and the whole is a tasteless combination.

At something more than nine miles and a half from Ambleside, a road on the left leaves the turn-pike road, and passes the bridges to Armbath, at the foot of the lakes. From the above deviation the turn-pike road is steep, nearly to the tenth mile-stone; and if the prospect westward has any charms, it is chiefly in the embayed coast. Armbath is, however, a cheerful object.

St. John's Vale. No. Thirty-two.

From a field on the eastern side of the road, and a little short of the tenth mile-stone, the view of the vale of St. John presents a most singularly interesting assemblage of the wild and the lovely: the road for more than a mile is seen wandering through sweet enclosures, luxuriantly enrobed in native woods, which not only bedeck the valley, but travel up the rocky steeps. The How, in a line of superior beauty, bounds the vale upon the left, and the descent from Helvellyn northward on the right. The bottom, which is narrow, is still more contracted, where the southern end of Naddle Fell pushes boldly towards the rock of St. John, scarcely leaving room for the river and the road upon its margin.