Thy sunny sky is cloudless oft, and healthful are thy gales; And sweet, in their secludedness, thy tributary vales; And pleasant are thy homesteads snug beneath thy mountains dark, And stately stands thine ancient Hall within its coppiced park. And lofty are thy crags from whence the wakeful raven stoops, And wildly are thy fells arranged in strange fantastic groups, Uprearing their majestic heads in grandeur, gloom, and pride, And none may tell what treasures vast their rugged bosoms hide. And such are _some_ attractions which in Conistone we find; But Conistone! dear Conistone!! thy best remains behind, For never elsewhere have I found, though I have wander’d far, A dinner like thy mutton-chops preceded by thy char! [Sidenote: EASTERN SHORE.] There, there! you seem to have had enough of that, and I, having let off my superabundant steam, may now get on in a sedate, business-like manner. The placid lake and its winding shores you are now staring at, and tastefully, as you perceive, are its winding shores decorated with timber disposed in rich variety of thriving young plantations, clump, grove, coppice, hedge-row, solitary tree, avenue, and shrubbery, gracefully interblended here, and separated by fields and wide pastures of glorious verdure there, the whole finished off on the east, which we shall dispose of first, by miles and miles of heath purpled moorland. Along the lake on its said eastern side, are the finely-sheltered grounds of Tent Lodge, Bank Ground, Conistone Bank, Brantwood, and Water Park. The lake appears to terminate at about five miles distance—in fact, a little below “the Gridiron,” or a mile and a half from the lake foot—the water thereabout making a gentle sweep to the east. The southward prospect is bounded by the high-lying moor of Gawthwaite, from whence the green and cultivated slopes of Lowick and Blawith appear to descend in easy gradation to the water edge. Bringing the eye back along the western shore, your attention is next arrested [Sidenote: WESTERN SHORE.] by the brightly verdant, cultivated and conical height of Stable Harvey, standing out in fine contrast against the dark brown Beacon hill in Blawith, which considerably overtops it, and forms, with its broken outline, a highly picturesque background to the landscape in that direction. The landward edge of Stable Harvey is hidden from where you are, by the lengthened heath-clad summit, and coppiced and furze-clad side of Torver common, which rises steep from the margin of the lake to a considerable height. As you follow up the margin of the lake, you next descry the beautiful farm of Hawthwaite, with its rookery, plantations, and numerous single trees, occupying a fine situation under the northern shoulder of Torver common, and presenting one of the most eligible sites for a gentleman's seat, with extensive grounds, in the north of England. Nearer still, you see a