The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1891-05-18
WAKEMAN'S TRAVELS.
Copyright, 1917
BY EDGAR L. wGEEMAS.
Tho English Lake District.
Nv.
speaal coraponaene q ~ Iaterigneer.

Special Correspondence Of nc I1fC'ligeneer.
AMBLrstDE, Eng, May 4, 1901.
A German writer has truly said /;
"There can he no guide to lover of ma
ture but that love itself" Nopen painter
who has ever lived, or will ever live, has
limned or can ever depict in page OF, a
book the beauties OF the English lake
region. There never has been printed
an adequate guide; and even were the
best ono that could be made provided,
tho traveller who comes here to see with
eyes and heart, would suffer greatly from
its insutElciency than find delight in its
expositions. This is truebecause in the
first place no one with pen or brush can
produce ona single page or canvas a
single picture comprising manifold eX-
preston. II would be human impos-
sibility to comprehend in any series Of
descriptions or paintings the myriad
distinct and glowing scenes which tho
region furnishes. And, even could this
be done, then there would still be lack
ing all those glorious promptings to
emotional enjoyment from associative
interest, which the bcholder Of the
actual scene can never have interpreted
to him by another.
In many years almost continuous
travel in Europe have never come upon
any other place which so satisfied in
endless variety Of change and mood
every faculty OF vision and mind; every
pure activity of thought and memory;
every tender capability OF heart and
soul. In the nearly 6,000 square miles
of the region there is not square foot
from which cannot be contemplated
more than one sublime or exquisitely
beautiful aspect of nature. Your eye
can nowhere sweep the horizon line
without discovering some relic OF the
prehistoric or medieval past, rife with
countless wraithful suggestions and con-
lectures. Every lowly home within the
region tells OF n pcasantry unique, inter
esting, Contented and hospitable. Its
towns and hamlets have n picturesque
ness all their own, yet are so harmoni-
Gus with their mountain-scenery sur
roundings us to seem growing out oil the
very rocks upon which they stand. And
in all things or persons which one sees
or meets, there is an endless and gentle
reminder of high.souled men and women
who we're drawn here to become, through
the psalms OF their lives and pens. the
exalted genii Of this wonderland OF
sublimity, beauty and peace. Every
where is scenic glory here. But the
wild, sweet undertones that tremble in
every leaf and blade OF grass, that sound
in every tumbling waterfall, that are
borne in every passing breeze, form the
incxpressible witcherg.which thrills the
being where these loving genii dwell.
Take simply the few miles, perhaps
nine, from Bowness north through VIM
dermere, Ambleside and Rydal to Gras-
mere, to illustrate the superhuman task
Won would have in attempting to convey
to another what one sees, recalls and
feels, throughout the entire lake region:
You could make great volume full OF
glorious paintings, winsome descrip.
tions, exquisite incidents, memories al
most as comprehensive as the wide do
main OF English literature, and sweet
with tender philosophizings; and then
hut have barely limited Mt the majestic
book OF nature and "Reminiscences which
lies open for the enjoyment OF all who
come. The village OF Bowness is one Of
the 0uaintest and sweetest old nests in
England. 1t is dreamful maze Of in
eytricable streets, whose houses arc al
most wholly covered with roses and ivy.
Tho east window of its sQunre-towered
little church is one Of the Oldest in Eng
land, having been taken from that once
most magnificent Of all OF England's
ancient monastic editices, Furness ABB
bcv, Tic place is hidden beneath
Ui9nntic treets on the eastern shore OF
fhe oueen OF tho English lakes, Winder-
,ne me
Climb Brant Fell behind it. The lake,
Observation-Disclosures thewest, stretch
inc from the lower Furncss Fells, in
/ SncnShire In AmblesiAe in Westmorc-
land forms LIQUID valley OF blue, set
with nmmbcrless emerald islets, its
mountain shores merging into purple
dcnths nj the fur north, where grim
HelvoIlyn lifts its curved crest beyond
the suLlime isolation Of mighty Helm
Crog The ocean blue Of Morecambe
haw plints bcyond the puce sands OF
T"ncs s IN Tho south, Esthwaite and
C"n;sIoN Water DINNER among the
SyoStern folls and Hard Knot and Conis-
ton 0iJ Man form mighty sentinels in
tho Sackcronnd in the direction Of the
irish TS $50" SON It is n sublime spectacle.
Rn ,f" alone with Il is the ever welcome
ai or q sof, and icnder beauty. The
lower Lover masses Of larch nearest the waters
H. oJoo orn Ii o;gantic pillows OF emerald.
TT ~ ,,crT HT IN groceiul lines into the
4lIcso NV o.. r"h;aI hank on banl,
more soLllUCE III NNtStt W .',,.a,,l l.,