In pastures richly green.
So, well content,
Beside the shaded lamp we lingering sate,
And spoke of home, and of the Power who shields
The weary traveller, and doth bid him sleep
Secure'neath foreign skies, cheering his dream
With faces of his loved ones far away,
And sound of gentle gales that stir the vines.
O'er his own door.
And thus he seems to hold
Existence in two hemispheres, and draw F
rom nightly visions mid his household joys
Fresh strength at morn to run his destined way,
God of the stranger! with new trust in thee.
Wednesday, August 26, 1840.
We found at Kendal a most comfortable retreat at the "Commercial Inn." Though less splendid in its arrangement than some of the establishments which distinguish the larger cities, it comprised in itself, and in the attention of its hosts, every material to satisfy a party, wearied like ourselves with a recent voyage, and happy to refresh our spirits during a day of rain in each other's society. On our return from the lakes of Cumberland, we visited it again, promising to recommend it to our friends. Indeed it would be safe to recommend in England all the means and appliances of a traveller's course, the fine roads, coaches, coachmen, and horses, the cars and arrangements on the
