It has just been observed that the presentations to the eye, on the way from Shepherd's Bridge to Penny Rigg, are much inferior to those passed between Coniston and Shepherd's Bridge, and yet by pursuing the river rather than the road, some very pretty, perhaps fine, scenery, may be observed about half a mile above the bridge the rocky banks of the rivulet begin to assume a bold appearance, which sometimes receding from, at other times projecting over, its occasionally quiet surface, reflect their figures in its liquid medium-waters issue from those apparently at rest, and gurgle down its sloping channel in numerously diverted water-fallstrees project boldly from the rocks in a gay luxuriance of foliage, and give additional interest to this little spectacle, which, judging from sketches and drawings, the writer is inclined to think more like Dove Dale than any other scene among the lakes-the mountains occasionally add a dignified back-ground.

From Shepherd's Bridge there is a road to Ambleside, keeping the river on the left, but this will be noticed hereafter.

On each side of the road from Shepherd's Bridge to the Yew Tree (which is passed in this round to the New Inn), but particularly on the left, all the objects seen are in a state of untamed nature, the rocks and mountains are grand, particularly retrospectively; their savage features are, however, softened down by a multitude of trees, on which the murderous hand of art has dared no intrusion, at least none with a view to

ornament. Utility repels the chilling blasts of winter in unaffected ignorance, and by it frequently adds beauty to a country: need we look farther in aid of this position, than on the rustic habitations of a mountain yeomanry, where, after lopping and pollardzing has done its worst, we often see a picturesque redundancy, which, judiciously weeded, would boldly challenge any work wholly artificial: it is the indiscriminate exterminator, the exotic plantationist, and he "who having quitted nature has not acquired art," that are the greatest enemies to that sort of beauty which is to be derived from that everlasting, that heavenly variety, produced by trees when under an able management.

It is scarcely a mile from Shepherd's Bridge to the Yew Tree, a few houses so called as being near the famous Yew Tree, which is tall and beautiful, but not umbrageous like those of Patterdale and Lorton. After having left the buildings, the road crosses a stream issuing from three little tarns in the bosom of the mountain, and soon joins one from Ambleside by Skelwith Bridge to Coniston Water-head-it is near the union of these roads that a subject, No. 3, was furnished for the large etchings-the hill on the right is Raven Crag, that in distance Enfoot.

From this place the road ascends steeply, and from its summit, like a fairy vision, 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 aerial atmosphere, will

additionally gratify the eyes of the ravished spectator, who, in contemplating the scene before him, will, at one glance of the mind, perhaps one turn of the body, see it in strikingly beautiful contrast to the majestic grandeur of those he has just passed.

The road descends steeply, having on each hand swelling side screens, occasially shutting out the lake and distant country. Mr. Knott's house presently appears on the left, and buildings on the right, graced by beautiful trees, not far from which is the New Inn at Water-head.

The above round, between four and five miles, is scarcely equalled in variety by any other of the same length in the country: the delightful little river above Shepherd's Bridge, the Penny Rigg, and other slate quarries, and the view into Little Langdale, may be either seen in this trip, or declined at the pleasure of the party.

There is another way into Yewdale from the buildings just mentioned, which joins the Ambleside road about two or three hundred yards north of the inn. These buildings, viewed on the way to the inn from Mr. Knott's, are generally considered a picturesque assemblage-the tall fir trees are a fine apex to the humbler trees their neighbours, and altogether much enrich the buildings. This is number 2 of the large etchings. The Yewdale road leaves the public road, having a farm-house on the left and the etched cottages on the right, a little beyond which another farm-house, called Aboon Crag

(Above Crag), imposes itself in front; this house, probably called Aboon Crag from the rocks, which, embanking the road on each side, make an excellent fore-ground; the buildings are artist-like, and sheltered by well-grown oaks, over which Yewdale Crag rises in a well formed line, altogether forming no bad picture.

From all these buildings an artist, if he has time, may profit by minor selections, and he may gain advantage from studies of the local colour

ing.

A little beyond Aboon Crag a road to the left winds off towards the west, and presently, in an ascent rather steep, one to the right, which leads to the Yew Tree: the direct road, is to Low Yewdale. From many points on the high grounds about these roads, the circumjacent scenery is beautiful, particularly on the left of the Yew Tree branch, where the level and highly cultivated vale is in high contrast to the savage ranges above it.

Seathwaite.

Seathwaite is a secluded valley, not generally known, but greatly admired by those who do know it; it may be approached by Broughton, or by passing the high mountain called Walna Scar; or by Shepherd's Bridge to Little Langdale, and over Wrynose to Cockley Beck, which is the highest house in Seathwaite.

From the New Inn it is about ten miles and a half, from the Black Bull nine miles and a half, and from Torver Church about seven miles, to Broughton.

About a mile beyond Torver church the traveller may have the choice of two roads; the old road is over high ground, and commands a view of the river Duddon, which at high-water is a grand sight, having the beautiful and fertile lands of Lancashire and Cumberland stretching each way from its margin. In this extensive view the face of nature is displayed in a wonderful variety of hill and dale; wooded grounds and buildings: amongst the latter Broughton Tower, seated on the crown of a hill, rising elegantly from the valley, is an object of extraordinary interest. Fertility on each side is gradually diminished and lost in the superior heights of Black Comb, in Cumberland, and the high lands between Kirkby and Ulverston. 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.

The river Duddon is famous for its cockles and muscles-they are large and well-flavoured.

The lower road is pleasant, and occasionally liberal in its extensive prospects; these roads again unite about two miles from Broughton.

Broughton is situate on ground sloping to the south; the streets are regular, and the mar