Mr. Green with his companion, Mr. Otley, was among the early adventurers who stood on the highest ridge of Blencathra. This accurate observer, whose descriptions of this, and other unfrequented and unalterable places, will never be old, describes without exaggeration the difficulties of the ground about the upper part of this mountain. Describing the neighbourhood of the Tarn, he says, "From Linthwaite Pike on soft green turf, we descended steeply, first southward, and then in an easterly direction to the tarn,--a beautiful circular piece of transparent water, with a well defined shore. Here we found ourselves engulphed in a basin of steeps, having Tarn Crag on the north, the rocks falling from Sharp Edge on the east, and on the west, the soft turf on which we made our downward progress. These side grounds, in pleasant grassy banks, verge to the stream issuing from the lake, whence there is a charming opening to the town of Penrith; and Cross Fell seen in the extreme distance. Wishing to vary our line in returning to the place we had left, we crossed the stream, and commenced a steep ascent at the foot of Sharp Edge. We had not gone far before we were aware that our journey would be attended with perils; the passage gradually grew narrower, and the declivity on each hand awfully precipitous. From walking erect, we were reduced to the necessity either of bestriding the ridge or of moving on one of its sides, with our hands lying over the top, as a security against tumbling into the tarn on the left, or into a frightful gully on the right, both of immense depth. Sometimes we thought it prudent to return; but that seemed unmanly, and we proceeded; thinking with Shakespeare, that "dangers retreat when boldly they're confronted." Mr. Otley was the leader, who, on gaining steady footing, looked back on the writer, whom he perceived viewing at leisure from his saddle the remainder of his upward course." ROBIN THE DEVIL'S COURTESY. While the vales of the North keep the Philipsons' fame, Calgarth and Holm-Isle will exult at their name! Ever true to the rights of the King, and his throne,-- Now hearken how Robin was true to his own! "Ride, brother! ride stoutly, ride in from Carlisle! For the Roundheads from Kendal beleaguer Holm-Isle. On land and on mere I have fifty at bay; And I speed on mine arrow this message away!"-- The arrow struck truly the henchman's far door; And swift from the arrow that message he tore. Then, booted and spurr'd, over mountain and plain He rides as for life, and he rides not in vain. He has reached the fair City, has sought through the crowd The bold form of his master, and thus spoke aloud-- "The Roundheads beleaguer my lord in his Isle, And he bids thee for life to ride in from Carlisle."--