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NATURE NOTES 
the scattered tessellce, should be carefully preserved. A plan 
exists — or did exist — in the Epsom College Museum. 
The National Trust for Places of Historic Interest 
OR Natural Beauty. — At its Annual General Meeting on 
July 13, held in the Royal Society’s Apartments, Burlington 
House, the Council of the National Trust were able to announce 
the completion of the purchase of the Old Post Office at 
Tintagel, and the gift to the Trust of Prickly-Pear Blossoms 
Park, Rockbeare Hill, by Mr. W. H. C. Nation, and of three 
acres on the summit of Crockham Hill, Kent, some two miles 
from Westerham and three from Edenbridge, which command 
extensive views. Their Report deals also with the efforts to 
protect the banks of the British Avon and the Cheddar Cliffs, 
giving an only too truthful view of the quarry by which the 
latter beauty-spot is now being needlessly uglified. Reference 
is also made to Canon Rawnsley’s valuable advice to Dunferm- 
line, to the happy abandonment of the scheme to demolish 
Whitgift Hospital, to the apparently successful intervention on 
behalf of the old walls of Berwick and the less successful 
opposition to the Snowdon Light Railway. 
Ullswater. — Many though the directions are in which the 
action of the National Trust appears desirable, its success in 
the past is, perhaps, largely due to the concentration of its 
efforts for the time being upon some one object. The most 
ambitious endeavour to which the Council have as yet directed 
their energies is the acquisition of some 750 acres of park and 
fell extending from the summit of Gowbarrow, 1578 feet above 
sea-level, to the shore of Ullswater, where Wordsworth 
“ saw a crowd, 
A host of golden daffodils.” 
The estate, for the purchase of which the Trust has secured an 
option at a rate of only ^18 per acre, comprises a mile of lake 
shore, with rights of fishing and boating, a deer forest where 
fallow deer haunt the bracken on the lower slopes and red deer 
range over the summit of the fell, and the lovely ravine through 
which the Aira Beck flows from its Force to the Lake. Of this 
beautiful glen, part of which is seen in the accompanying view 
lent to us by the Trust, Wordsworth writes; — 
“ Not a breath of air 
Ruffles the bosom of this leafy glen. 
From the brook’s margin, wide around, the trees 
Are stedfast as the rocks : the brook itself. 
Old as the hills that feed it from afar. 
Doth rather deepen than disturb the calm 
Where all things else are still and motionless. 
And yet, even now, a little breeze, perchance 
Escaped from boisterous winds that rage without. 
