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island starts out of this flat, crowned with a ruined chapel, erected by the monks of Furness, in which masses were daily said in Romish times for the pre- servation of passengers who crossed this dangerous Syrtis. Before us the coast of Lancaster bounded our view, whose tame line was broken by the lofty castle and church of Lancaster, sufficiently visible to the eye; whilst on the left the sublime range of mountains, amongst whose recesses we had lately been wandering, formed a grand termination to the prospect. As we approached the united rivers of Crake and Leven, a man on horseback appeared on the margin of the water, who (stationed here for the purpose, during the recess) carefully wading before us, directed the carriages what track to pur- sue in order to cross the stream in safety. A small donation pays him for his trouble.
Nothing now interrupted our ride to the peirn- sula of Cartmel, where we left the sands for the first time, and once more found ourselves on terra firma. The park of Lord Frederick Cavendish at Lower-Holker receive J us, and opened from its sloping lawns a pleasing back view of the country we had left, and the sands we had just parsed. The house, forming two right angle sides of a triangle, and partly fronted in the Gothic style, is more re- markable for convenience than grandeur; but the
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