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of natural beauty to many of the charming 

 scenes yet undepicted of " our own, our 

 native land." But the mere mechanical 

 tracing in a picture of the Gothic ornaments 

 in the front of a cathedral, or of the ara- 

 besque and stucco on the gable end of an 

 old house, is a much easier task than the 

 natural representation of a noble landscape 

 whose chief features consist of the 



" Sweet interchange 

 Of hill and valley, rivers, woods, and plains. " 



Ascending the Lune from Sedbergh, the 

 dale narrows, and the country becomes more 

 bleak and mountainous; while the rustic 

 single-arched bridges, built of rude grey- 

 stone, which here and there span the stream, 

 form admirable studies for the artist who 

 wishes to enrich his portfolio with sketches 

 of the picturesque scenery of his own country. 

 There is one in particular, a little above 

 Burrow bridge, and nine miles from Sed- 

 bergh, which can scarcely fail to arrest the 



