Many articles of furniture, some family portraits, and other property, that once belonged to Dilston Hall, still linger in the vicinity of that place, where they are greatly treasured. The Northumbrian and Cumbrian peasantry believed that miraculous appearances marked the fatal day on which the Earl of Derwentwater was beheaded. It was affirmed that the "Divel's Water" acquired a crimson hue, as if his fair domains were sprinkled with the blood of their gallant possessor; and that at night the sky glowed ominously with ensanguined streams. "The red streamers of the north" are recorded to have been seen for the first time in that part of England, on the night of the fatal 24th of February, 1716; and in the meteor's fiery hue, the astonished spectators beheld a dreadful omen of the vengeance of heaven. The phenomenon has ever since been known as "Lord Derwentwater's Lights." On the 18th of October, 1848, a magnificent and very remarkable display of aurora borealis was witnessed in the northern counties. The crimson streamers rose and spread from the horizon in the form of an expanded fan, and the peasantry in Cumberland and elsewhere said at the time, that nothing like that display had been seen since the appearance of "Lord Derwentwater's Lights," in February, 1716, which may therefore be presumed to have been of a crimson or rosy hue. FOOTNOTE: [5] This hollow, in the summit of Walla Crag, is visible from the road below. Rake, the term applied in this country to openings in the hills like this, is an old Norse word, signifying a journey or excursion. It is now commonly applied to the scene of an excursion as the Lady's Rake in Walla Crag, and the Scot's Rake at the head of Troutbeck, by which a band of Scottish marauders is said to have descended upon the vale. THE LAURELS ON LINGMOOR. High over Langdale, vale and hill, The swans had winged their annual way; By Brathay pools and Dungeon-Ghyll The lambs as now were wild at play; The mighty monarchs of the vale, Twins in their grandeur, towered on high; And brawling brooks to many a tale Of lowly life and love went by. There cheerful on the lonely wild One happy bower through shine and storm, Amidst the mountains round it piled, Preserved its hearth-stone bright and warm; Where now a mother and her boy Stood parting in one fond embrace; The shadow of their faded joy, Between them, darkening either face. "I'll think, when that great city's folds Enclose me like a restless sea, Of all this northern valley holds In its warm cottage walls for me. I'll think amidst its ceaseless roar, Within these little bounds how blest Was here our life, and long the more For that far-off return and rest."--