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Farewell lovely lakes and sparkling streams ! 

 Your purity is unsullied by no drains from 

 a crowded factory, where man weaves the 

 web of his own misery and degradation, and 

 where the bud of childhood is blighted ere it 

 be blown ; where the human heart becomes 

 callous and insensible to every pure and 

 holy feeling; where man loses half his dig- 

 nity, and life its greatest charms ! Farewell 

 ye towering hills and rugged crags, on whose 

 hard brow time leaves no trace of age, and 

 who will rear your lofty peaks in undimi- 

 nished beauty and strength like the giant 

 children of Nature, her eldest born and the 

 last to die for ages after the proudest and 

 greatest of man's erections are shrunk and 

 fallen, and every trace of their design lost in 

 a heap of ruins. 



From Ambleside a coach passes daily to 

 Kendal, whence the tourist may continue his 

 route to York by way of Settle calling, 

 should he feel inclined, to visit Malham 

 Cove, a few miles northward of this town 



