numbered among the finest trees of Cumberland, until it was found necessary to cut them down, because they interfered with some architectural design;—I believe, with the construction of a bridge.
We spent some time in examining the Castle, and saw a glorious sunset from its heights. It was built in the reign of Edward the Third; and here his unfortunate grandson, Richard the Second, rested for a night, when making his humiliating journey, in the custody of the aspiring Bolingbroke, afterwards Henry the Fourth. Here, also, Fergus Mac Ivor was imprisoned, and led forth to execution. They pretend to show the print of his hand in a rather soft stone, lining the walls of the cell where he was held in captivity. On the parapets, where the cannon are mounted, I observed a fine, ancient dial, with the following forcible inscription in gold letters: "Hours and ages are nothing to the Eternal, but as for man, they fix his changeless doom for weal, or woe."
