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house to that in which we were living, was a gentleman, 

 evidently a clergyman who took my fancy. On making 

 inquiries, I found he was the Reverend John Charles 

 Ryle, the well-known writer of religious tracts, and 

 now the Bishop of Liverpool. I had long been 

 familiar both with his name and his works ; I now 

 found an intelligent and enthusiastic field geologist. 

 Canon Ryle had exchanged clerical duties for a 

 season with the clergyman of the parish church at 

 Keswick, but his weekdays were largely devoted to 

 long pedestrian rambles, in search of some of the 

 more interesting phenomena with which this old 

 hunting ground of Adam Sedgwick so largely 

 abounded. He thought nothing of walking twenty 

 miles to see some junction of igneous rocks with the 

 stratified slates of the district : and altogether I had 

 discovered a delightful companion. 



Whilst staying at Keswick, I had the pleasure of 

 making two water-colour sketches of Thirlmere from 

 its eastern end, views of the lovely lake that can 

 never again be seen by travellers. Mr. Stanley 

 Leathes kindly lent us his boat to enable us to hunt 

 out the best points of view. After our day's picnic 

 we returned to Mr. Leathes to deliver the key of his 

 boathouse and found ourselves, travel-stained as we 

 \vere, in the midst of a large and brilliant garden- 

 party, from which our host's kindness would allow of 

 no escape. 



The next autumn, after the birth of our son 

 Herbert Crawford, the whole family adjourned again 



