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clouds, and losing its roots in a wood, into the re- cesses of which the road penetrates.
On emerging from these shades, we catch the lake (which here makes a turn to the left) under new circumstances; its surface spotted with islands, the northern margin overlooked by black moun- tains in their native rude attire, and its termination enlivened by works of art, human habitations, and plantations. Passing through Gowbray-Park, the demesne of the Duke of Norfolk, we pursue the margin of the kike through a beautiful extent of wood, uniting with its waters, and admitting inter- rupted views of its silvery surface, together with occasional glances at the awful rocks which rise abruptly to the right hand, and beetle over the path. A short ascent throws the kike to a fright- ful depth below us, and lifts us midway up the precipice; from whence a grand back view is seen, a re^ch of seven miles, the whole distance we have as yet passed. At this point great labour and expence have been exhausted in cutting the road through the mountain, which has left a steep face of rock to the right, and a rapid precipice on the other hand; but all impressions of terror are pre- cluded by the pleasing wooded vestment that clo its side. After this scenery, the eye is refreshed by the cultivated fields o? Patterdale, its low-
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