Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-05-26

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worthis and Coleridge's daily meeting 4
ground. Down there in Thirlmere is the
Rock OF Names" where the names of Z
William Wordsworth, Dorothy, his faith a
full sister; Mary Hutchinson, afterward {
his noble wife; Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I
.Jobn Wordsworth and Sarah Hutchinson !
we're chiseled by their own hands. At the I
valleys edge TO the north is all that Is left {
of the Cherry Tree Inn, forever famous I
because Wordsworth stopped his peasant
"waggoner" there, and at the village
merry night" gave him two or three hours {
of rousinQ fun. Under Bull CraRs Is the
ancient "Justicc Stone" where in olden
times the law was administered Here
and there on highest crags can be seen the
'sunaens" or cairns Of old These ana
countless other objects will lead you into
the mazes Of antiquity, while the very
names of the inn and valley tell OF the
Viking Thorold who dwelt here and De-
aueathed the spot his name forever.
Times upr' from the guard breaks IN
uuop all your dreamful musings In
trice your now CHEEKY companions are IN
their places. The notes of the coach horn
food the valley. On. on you speed, soaring
the sandpipers into the rushes and reeds;
and the ring ousels skim scamperngly 70
the farther shadowy shore; through the
valley. past sleeping Thirlmere; up past
little Wytheburn church, not as big As
vour own parlor, and the second smallest
house of God in Britain; and then up, up |
aoain. as over Castle Rigg, 20 weird old |
Dunnail Raise. Here a parting look Is
had at grim Helvellyn, and the eye fingers |
lovingly on the pale blue of St. Johns vale |
below the deeper blue of far Blencathra.
the whole miniature image of the pass OF
| LAuterbrunnen. Here, too, is that north
| ern curio of the antiquarians, the halse "
/ self II is a huge cairn Of pebbles. Tradl-
] ton says the cairn was made over l'VVo
| wears ago. on the defeat and slaughter OF
! Dunmail. king of Cumbria, in the year 94S.
Dunmaii's dominions were given TO King
Malcolm Of Scotland, and the cairn was
| left 70 mark the boundary Of the two KING
! doms. as il today forms the boundary OF
| the sbires of Cumberland and Westmore-
land. Into the latter and another noble
mountain fanked valley your coach now
plunges with smoking horses and wheels.
Comprehensively speaking, II Is all the
Vale Of Rothay. To the east the eye scans
the sides and heights OF Fairfield, REQ
Screes and Wansfell, with the far ridges OF
High street and kirkstone behind. 10 the
} vest rise in weird and preciptOus masses
the savage pikes Of Langdale, and CrinSls
Crags and Wetherlam with their sunshiuy
cones are seen in the far south Beneath
Won is the fair and peaceful valley, Win
gray old Grasmere, by its square church
r tower. asleep beside the peaceful waters
=. ~ its .beauteous lake-sublimity, beauty,
e neace everywhere blended as IL 10y a magic
; wand. See TO the right that ancient mill
! wheel. Above it rises mighty Helm Crag
> its crowning majestic piles OF stone, even
:, fairy woman, cowled priest, threatening
demon, or myriad changing other tormi
from poets days TO Druid times OF OLD
Stone Arthur,
The last that parleys with the setting sun
frowns opposite. You rush by Swan mn
,s whence Wordsworth, SOuthey and scot
h left on their ponies for Helvellyn's ascens
= and where there are still delicious legend
= Of how Scott came back Of evenings afte
!, Wordsworth was safely snoring az Gras
~ mere. TO mix the lake water with te'
in drops of John Barleycorn. As you cras
"a across Rothay's bridge your eye follow
:, the spume and foam of Sour Mix Ghyi
:, and your thought leaps 70 the tarthe'
ii dspth Of Easdale, which MordsWort
baunted and vowed was all his own. An
here inst bv the northern edge OF Ora
mere village, is Allen Bank. Nolum'
could be written upon its memories-tor
is Allen Bank where Wordsworth wro'
most Of the Excursion, where de Suihc'
1 lnTlAI0nnEE
ur where Coleridge wrote the Friend.
no R,,t here is Grasmere-Grasmere OF a
pe eient "Rushbearing" fame; Grasmere WI
Tn perhaps the oldest and certainly the quair
ara eat church in England; Grasmere, whe
NO the brave old dame soundly walloped c
M Prince Of Wales for "harrying" her shee
Wv Grasmere. where De Quincy for thiri
ma seven wears retained his Dove Cottage a
on. its maze Of hooks that all the other writs
nty borrowed and never brought back, a
i'm where the angel Margaret fought the aein
res. opium, and rescued that wondrOus lntell'
uts and soul from inconceivable bells OF Z
hen ment: Grasmere, where IN OLD SI t,s"ai
has cburcbyard sleep Hartley Coleridge a
IN EUIiam Wordsworth, and the beauteo
An. Rothay. leaping from sequestering mel
red ows. gives back along the old church "
,ere the deathless songs they sung.
htv The heart swells and the eyes MI quicl
NIT here. and you are glad the fresh relay
nds horses speeds you so swiftly away.
in road lies along the shores Of Grasme
! To the west are mountains, mounta
he everywhere Half way around the bass
de- bold White Moss, high above your head
lous the wishing Gate" famous IN roma
best and song Turning sharply TO the
.irly little Rvdal Water, speck OF blue IN 7
aels almost level valley, is before you. In {
ieks Wordsworth Swinging into the NO
anal and south highway at spanking speed,
! his come alongside a tiny cottage imbedde'
nds. iyv. Nab Scar rises high behind II,
two the fir hung hill behind the Aleott cot'
min ar Concord. IL Is Nab Cottage, and
] he built nearly three hundred years ago.
gers il loval Margaret Simpson, afterWara
ing's of De Quincy, was born, and under
rs of states and ivies Hartley Coleridge
and breathed his last.
retch You can scarcely recall these thing
dust fore you are passing RydaL just gliu
dew. Of the little church Is seen, so uehse =
Z. for foliage here. But you know that up g
have A. the end Of that shadowy way, to
min right is splendid Rydal Hail. 70 the
st he Rydal Mount, where Wordsworth iveS
IN of FORTY blissful years, and that the meic
quiet Of the Rydal waterfalls are Just oenins
vs., in From Rydal through Amsleside 10