ket-place is a grand square-the houses, which are all built of stone and covered with slate, give it a very neat appearance. Broughton Tower, the seat of Mrs. Sawrey, stands on the summit of a hill above the town, and has a commanding view of the estuary of Duddon.

Broughton has a weekly market on Friday, and a fair for merchandise on the first of August. Blue slate is the principal article of its commerce. The river Duddon is navigable for small craft almost to Duddon Bridge, which is only one mile from the town. Broughton is situate in a cheerful and pleasant country, and for general accommodation has two good inns. From the town to Duddon Bridge the country is agreeable, but the views of the bridge looking towards the mountains either on the Lancashire or the Cumberland side of the river are very fine-Ulpha Crag is a striking feature in these scenes.

On the Cumberland side of the river, about a mile above the bridge, stands Duddon Grove, the seat of Richard Towers, Esq.; it is a modern building, and delightfully situate on the banks of the river, being surrounded by rich wood and rocky elevations, except on the south, where it is open to the Duddon.

Haws Bridge, something higher on the river, is of two arches, which spring from perpendicu

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lar rocks at least three yards above the water, that in the bed of the river is singular, and the whole has a picturesque appearance.

The road to Seathwaite from Broughton is on the banks of the Duddon, and on its Lancashire side. It is of various elevations, and its inequalities are far from disagreeable, particularly to stout pedestrians. The river is an amusing companion, one while brawling and tumbling over rocky precipices, until the agitated water becomes again calm by arriving at a smoother and less precipitous bed, but its course is again soon ruffled, and the current thrown into every variety of form which the rocky channel of a river can give to water.

On every side, the Duddon is guarded by rugged hills, over which wood are pleasantly distributed-the northern mountains occasionally show themselves as back-grounds.

At Ulpha Kirk House, where there is a little inn, the road enters Cumberland-this place is a little more than four miles from Broughtonthe church is not far distant from the bridge.

After leaving Ulpha, the road in less than two miles enters Lancashire, having the river on the right of it, in one of its more placid

sense it designates bridges in different parts of the country, which are thrown over contracted parts of the course of the river, skirted by steep rocks. The same name is also given to narrow passages the mountains, such as Grayrig Haws, Bannister Haws, &c.

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forms, after which it passes through Dunnerdale to the public house called New Field. This is near Seathwaite chapel. An ale house near a chapel generally brings to the mind of the writer that couplet

"Wherever God erects a house of prayer,

"The Devil always builds a chapel there."

In this Mr. Daniel is not quite correct; such houses, particularly in thinly inhabited countries, are absolutely necessary to the comforts of distant parishioners.

The road from Broughton by the Duddon to Seathwaite chapel is about seven miles; but there is a nearer way from the former place; it is about a mile and a half on the Coniston road, where it turns on the left to Broughton mills, a mile more; after this it is over rough and hilly ground; this line is about six miles.

The evenest way from Coniston to Seathwaite is certainly by Broughton and Duddon Bridge; the most laborious that over Walna scar. But there is a middle way; when having got within four miles of Broughton on the old road, one deviates on the right by Stock Bridge to Broughton mills, from which mills to Seathwaite it is over the hilly ground before mentioned,

*For an account of the Rev. Robert Walker, see the Appendix.

The writer has several times journied to Seathwaite, but generally unsuccessfully; the last time he was there he had for his companion his third daughter, a girl of fourteen. In the evening of the 17th of September, 1815, this pair left Ambleside with the intention of tramping that night to Coniston; a deviation from the directline, however, took place on meeting at the end of the town with honest Jonathan, one of the Windermere boatmen for the Salutation Inn, who, from the mooring place at Clappersgate, soon boated the party through the sweet meanderings of the Brathay to the lake, and landed them from the pretty bay called Pull Wyke, at no great distance from the public road.

The evening was beautiful, no "chattering pies in dismal discord" disturbed the reigning silence, save when Sarah chattered to her responsive father, who alone, in melancholy mood, might mentally have descanted on the ruggedness of the past, in hopes of a smoother passage "to that bourn from which no traveller returns."

The road to Coniston is like life, full of elevation and depression, and “like a ship in constant motion, sometimes high and sometimes low." The last lowering is depression indeed, not absolutely into the lake, but to its side, where the travellers arrived by moonlight, and soon after at the comfortable fire-side of the kind and hospitable Mr. and Mrs. Gaskarth. Mr. Gaskarth lived then at the farm house, and rented the farm at Thwaite, mentioned before as being about half way between the inns. Fa

ther and daughter rose early on the following morning, and after breakfast set off with a wish to study all the way to Seathwaite; the morning was fair, the sun shone-but through that sort of atmosphere that portended change.

The Walna scar road leaves that to Broughton a little beyond the Church Bridge, passing steeply the pretty buildings before mentioned; after gaining the common, the road to the slate quarry and Low Water is left on the right; that pursued, skirts in an easy ascent the foot of the Man Mountain.

It is here necessary to observe, that this excursion to Seathwaite was made as much with a wish to see Goats Water and Seathwaite Tarn, as the very bottom of Seathwaite, and the best way to Goats Water is to leave the Walna scar road where that to the old or western quarry on the Man deviates on the right, from which road the grand rocks called Dove Crag, rising majestically above Goats Water, are in full view, and on the left the wavy windings up the breast of Walna scar. The rivulet from the little lake may be seen, to which the party by the best looking land made their way from the quarry road just mentioned. The last ascent to the lake is steep and craggy, and turning round after a considerable and uninterrupted exertion, Sarah espied the sands of Duddon, the sea, the Isle of Peel, and all the intervening landscape, on which the sun shone, though with a watery glory; her youthful mind was lost in wonder and astonishment at the scene before her; her