dal, two from Bowness, and five from Ambleside. From the
railway terminus coaches and omnibuses meet all the trains in the summer, and
convey passengers onwards to Bowness, Ambleside, and other places.

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BOWNESS is a picturesque village placed on the banks of Windermere, and
contains an ancient church, with square tower, dedicated to St. Martin. In
the churchyard are deposited the remains of the celebrated Bishop Watson,
author of "The Apology for the Bible," he having resided at Calgarth Park, in
the neighbourhood, for several years. In the vicinity are the residences of
Professor Wilson (Elleray), the Earl of Bradford (St. Catherine's), and the
Rev. Thomas Staniforth (Storrs Hall, formerly the residence of Colonel
Bolton, of Liverpool, the intimate friend of the late Mr. Canning). From the
school-house, which stands on an eminence, delightful views of Windermere,
and other parts of the district, are seen to great advantage, Belle Isle, on
the lake, appearing to be part of the mainland. This island is more than a
mile in circumference, and comprises about thirty acres. We may add, that
Storrs Hall, whilst occupied by Colonel Bolton, was frequently the retreat of
many "choice spirits," Canning, Wordsworth, Southey, and Wilson, of the
number. Mr. Bolton was a princely merchant of Liverpool, and Colonel of a
Volunteer Regiment whilst England was in dread of French invasion. He was
one of Mr. Canning's warmest political friends, and always took an active
part in the electioneering contests for Liverpool in which Canning was
engaged. Lockhart, referring to one of these "gatherings," says:--"A large
company had been assembled at Mr. Bolton's seat in honour of the minister; it
included Mr. Wordsworth and Mr. Southey. There was high discourse,
intermingled with as gay flashings of courtly wit as ever Canning displayed.
There were beautiful and accomplished women to adorn and enjoy this circle.
The weather was as Elysian as the scenery. There were brilliant cavalcades
through the woods in the mornings, and delicious boatings on the lake by
moonlight; and the last day Professor Wilson ('the Admiral of the Lake,' as
Canning called him) presided over one of the most splendid regattas that ever
enlivened Windermere. The three bards of the lakes led the cheers that
hailed Scott and Canning." Looking back on that bright scene, of which
nothing now remains but a melancholy remembrance, Wilson remarks, "Windermere