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hill which rises to the west of Winandermere, we arrived at Mr. West's first station, and from the little castellated summer-house caught a grand view of the lake, its islands, promontories, and shores ; a prospecl that was once more repeated at the summit of a more distant eminence, and then lost to us for ever. But we were fully recom- pensed by the broad, quiet, and beautiful valley into which we descended, that soon opened to us Estwaith water, where the pastoral still continues to predominate; and where the affections are agree- ably moved, and heart gladdened, by the pleasing contemplation of human happiness dwelling amid the many little villages scattered round the margin of the lake.
Passing through Hawkshead, at the northern end of Estwaith, (a small market-town, which, though its population be not more than three hundred and eighty people, : ;oasrs a liberal free-school, founded by Archbishop Sandys, the hot-bed of many a learned plan') wc ascended the hill over which the road to ( <..:.-' is carried, from whose brow a ver, ; . ftn re presents itself, to that beau-
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