this is explained by the fact that before the later experience became
prominent, the early fervour of poetic creation had already passed. Not
the less for this, however, was the poet's later conviction a riper, more
advanced wisdom--not a retrogression.

J. C. SHAIRP.

CUILALUINN, _June_ 1874.

FIRST WEEK.

William and I parted from Mary on Sunday afternoon, August 14th, 1803;
and William, Coleridge, and I left Keswick on Monday morning, the 15th,
at twenty minutes after eleven o'clock. The day was very hot; we walked
up the hills, and along all the rough road, which made our walking half
the day's journey. Travelled under the foot of Carrock, a mountain
covered with stones on the lower part; above, it is very rocky, but sheep
pasture there; we saw several where there seemed to be no grass to tempt
them. Passed the foot of Grisdale and Mosedale, both pastoral valleys,
narrow, and soon terminating in the mountains--green, with scattered
trees and houses, and each a beautiful stream. At Grisdale our horse
backed upon a steep bank where the road was not fenced, just above a
pretty mill at the foot of the valley; and we had a second threatening of
a disaster in crossing a narrow bridge between the two dales; but this
was not the fault of either man or horse. Slept at Mr. Younghusband's
public-house, Hesket Newmarket. In the evening walked to Caldbeck Falls,
a delicious spot in which to breathe out a summer's day--limestone rocks,
hanging trees, pools, and waterbreaks--caves and caldrons which have been
honoured with fairy names, and no doubt continue in the fancy of the
neighbourhood to resound with fairy revels.

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_Tuesday_, _August_ 16_th_.--Passed Rose Castle upon the Caldew, an
ancient building of red stone with sloping gardens, an ivied gateway,
velvet lawns, old garden walls, trim flower-borders with stately and
luxuriant flowers. We walked up to the house and stood some minutes
watching the swallows that flew about restlessly, and flung their shadows
upon the sunbright walls of the old building; the shadows glanced and
twinkled, interchanged and crossed each other, expanded and shrunk up,
appeared and disappeared every instant; as I observed to William and
Coleridge, seeming more like living things than the birds themselves.
Dined at Carlisle; the town in a bustle with the assizes; so many stran