How picturesque The slender group of airy elm, the clump Of pollard oak, or ash, with ivy brown Entwin’d; the walnut’s gloomy breadth of boughs, The orchard’s ancient fence of rugged pales, The haystack’s dusty cone, the moss-grown shed, The clay-built barn; the elder-shaded cot. Whose whitewashed gable prominent through green Of waving branches shows; ... ... the wall with mantling vines O’erspread, the porch with climbing woodbine wreath’d. And under sheltering eaves the sunny bench Where brown hives range, whose busy tenants fill With drowsy hum the little garden gay, Whence blooming beans, and spicy herbs, and flowers, Exhale around a rich perfume! Here rests The empty wain; there idle lies the plough. There is a pleasant homely grace in these lines about the cottage, worth more than all the historical episodes “introduced to secure interest.” In the “Elegies” and “Odes” there is no use of Nature different from that observed in the other poems, unless, indeed, mention should be made of Scott’s belief that Nature gives her fairest smiles to those “who know a Saviour’s love.” One further characteristic is to be found in a large number of the poems, and that is enjoyment of a wide view. He describes views as seen from “Musla’s cornclad heights,” from “Grove Hill,” the cliff at Bath, from “Chadwell’s cliffs,” from “Widbury’s prospect-yielding hill,” from “Upton’s elm-divided plains,” from “Clifton’s rock,” from Amwell, and other spots. The poems read as if he had spent many days climbing hills and prospecting for views. Richard Cumberland wrote in 1776 several “Odes,” something in the style of Gray’s “Bard,” in honor of the artist Romney. In the “Dedication to Romney” he spoke with enthusiasm of the Lake Region. In truth a more pleasing tour than these lakes hold out to men of leisure and curiosity cannot be devised. We penetrate the Glaziers, traverse the Rhone and the Rhine, whilst our domestic lakes of Ulls-water, Keswick, and Windermere, exhibit scenes in so sublime a stile, with such beautiful colourings of rock, wood, and water, backed with so tremendous a disposition of mountains, that if they do not fairly take the lead of all the views of Europe, yet they are indisputably such as no English traveller should leave behind him. One of the poems, the “Ode to the Sun,” has Helvellyn, Skiddaw, the Derwent, Lodore, “Keswick’s sweet fantastic vale,” “stately Windermere,” “Savage Wyburn,” and “delicious Grasmere’s calm retreat” as its important scenic elements. He considers The prim canal, the level green, The close-clipt hedge, that bounds the flourish’d scene