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drive which winds up the hill* Along this the tourist may- 

 proceed, getting many a pretty peep and some wide views of 

 the 'river-lake/ In returning, (when there is a choice of 

 roads,) let him take the bend to the right, which leads to the 

 pubhc footpath ( p. 13). Once here, he has only to turn to 

 the left, reaching, in a few minutes, the point from which he 

 set out, the whole round occupying not more than three- 

 j^ quarters of an hour. 



LICKBARROW AND HEATHWAITE MEADOWS. 

 (3 miles.) 



Standing before Rigg's Hotel, we see on the left, beyond 

 the railway, the Pleathwaite and Lickbarrow Meadows hang- 

 ing towards the lakef This ' paradise ' as Mr. Payn has it, 



* * Windermere, seen by sunset from the spot where we now stand, 

 Elleray, is at this moment the most beautiful scene on this earth. The 

 reasons why it must be so are multitudinous. Not only can the eye take 

 in, but the imagination in its awakened power can master all the com- 

 ponent elements of the spectacle — and, while it adequately discerns and 

 sufficiently feels the influence of each, is alive throughout all its essence 

 to the divine agency of the whole. The charm lies in its entirety — its 

 unity, which is so perfect — so seemeth it to our eyes — that 'tis in itself 

 a complete world — of which not a line could be altered without dis- 

 turbing the spirit of beauty that lies recumbent there, wherever the 

 earth meets the sky. There is nothing here fragmentary ; and had a 

 poet been born, and bred here all his days, nor known aught of fair or 

 grand beyond this liquid vale, yet had he sung truly and profoundly of 

 the shows of nature. No rude and shapeless masses of mountains — 

 such as too often in our own dear Scotland encumber the earth with 

 dreary desolation — with gloom without grandeur — and magnitude 

 without magnificence. But almost in orderly array, and irregular just 

 up to the point of the picturesque, where poetry is not needed for the 

 fancy's pleasure, stand the Race of Giants — mist-veiled transparently — 

 or crowned with clouds slowly settling of their own accord into all the 

 forms that Beauty loves, when with her sister-spirit Peace she descends 

 at eve from highest heaven to sleep among the shades of earth. ' — Pro- 

 fessor Wilson. 



t Through these fields there are several paths, and more than one 

 highway, which (excepting one of the latter on the higher ground, lead- 

 ing to Winster, ) all end in the main-road to Bowness. 



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