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reached the heart, on the still silence of a 

 winter's eve ! We feel as if we heard those 

 solemn sounds even now ; and imagination 

 peoples the place with all its former inhabi- 

 tants : every inch of ground has been trodden 

 by souls disgusted with the world, and who 

 here took refuge from its cares and turmoils to 

 hold converse with immortal forms. 



Should the angler descend down the Coquet 

 as far as Warkworth, he will meet with two 

 interesting objects on the immediate banks of 

 the stream ; namely, Warkworth Castle and the 

 Hermitage. The former was held at different 

 periods by the descendants of Roger Fitz- 

 Eichard, and the families of Eaby and Percy ; 

 to the latter of which it still belongs. Every- 

 thing about the Hermitage is full of interest 

 and feeling ; and we cannot help, in traversing 

 its cells, to think of the beautiful lines of 

 Milton in " II Penseroso " 



" And may at last my weary age 

 Find out the peaceful hermitage ; 

 The hairy gown and mossy cell, 

 Where I may sit and rightly spell 

 Of every star that heaven doth shew, 

 And every herb that sips the dew, 

 Till old experience doth attain 

 To something like prophetic strain ; 

 These pleasures, Melancholy, give, 

 And I with thee will choose to live." 



