"Were you ever told that my son is building a parsonage-house upon a small living, to which he was lately presented by the Earl of Lonsdale. The situation is beautiful, commanding the windings of the Derwent both above and below the site of the house; the mountain Skiddaw terminating the view one way, at a distance of six miles, and the ruins of Cockermouth Castle appearing nearly in the centre of the same view. In consequence of some discouraging thoughts expressed by my son when he had entered upon this undertaking, I addressed to him the following Sonnet, which you may perhaps read with some interest at the present crisis."--ED. [810] 1835. ... foreboding sighs. MS. Letter to Lady Beaumont. [811] 1835. To Him who dwells in Heaven will be the smoke MS. Letter to Lady Beaumont. X MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS (LANDING AT THE MOUTH OF THE DERWENT, WORKINGTON)[812] [I will mention for the sake of the friend who is writing down these notes, that it was among the fine Scotch firs near Ambleside, and particularly those near Green Bank, that I have over and over again paused at the sight of this image. Long may they stand to afford a like gratification to others!--This wish is not uncalled for, several of their brethren having already disappeared.--I. F.] Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore; And to the throng, that on the Cumbrian shore Her landing hailed, how touchingly she bowed![813] And like a Star (that, from a heavy cloud[814] 5 Of pine-tree foliage poised in air, forth darts,[815] When a soft summer gale at evening parts The gloom that did its loveliness enshroud) She smiled;[816] but Time, the old Saturnian seer, Sighed on the wing as her foot pressed the strand, 10 With step prelusive to a long array Of woes and degradations hand in hand-- Weeping captivity, and shuddering fear Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay![817] FOOTNOTES: [812] "The fears and impatience of Mary were so great," says Robertson, "that she got into a fisher-boat, and with about twenty attendants landed at Workington, in Cumberland; and thence she was conducted with many marks of respect to Carlisle." The apartment in which the Queen had slept at Workington Hall (where she was received by Sir Henry Curwen as became her rank and misfortunes) was long preserved, out of respect to her memory, as she had left it; and one cannot but regret that some necessary alterations in the mansion could not be effected without its destruction.--W. W. 1835. [813] 1837. And to the throng how touchingly she bowed That hailed her landing on the Cumbrian shore; 1835. [814] 1840. Bright as a star (that, from a sombre cloud 1835. [815] 1835.