class="big">THE SHEPHERD OF GREEN-HEAD GHYLL.

A TALE OF GRASMERE VALE, 124 ——   THE INSCRIBED ROCKS OF WINDERMERE.   138 ——   EDGAR, THE LORD OF ENNERDALE. A TRADITION OF WOTOBANK, NEAR EGREMONT, 140 ——   LADY EVA AND THE GIANT. A LEGEND OF YEWDALE, 151 ——   KIRKBY LONSDALE BRIDGE. A LEGEND, 156 ——   THE SPECTRE ARMY. A WEIRD TALE OF SOUTRA FELL, 160 ——   RUSTIC POETS OF THE LAKE DISTRICT. JOHN OLDLAND AND JAMIE MUCKELT, 173 ——  

THE HART'S-HORN TREE.
A TRADITION OF PENRITH,	177
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THE QUAKERESS BRIDE.
A TALE OF THE MOUNTAINS,	178
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THE BEAUTY OF BUTTERMERE;
OR, TRAGEDY IN REAL LIFE,	197
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THE BORDER FREEBOOTERS;
OR, A FIGHT IN BORROWDALE,	222
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JOSSY WITH WHIPS.
A PARISH CHARACTER,	226
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EMMA AND SIR EGLAMORE.
A LEGEND OF ULLSWATER,	228
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THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN.
A LEGEND OF THE VALE OF ST. JOHN,	234
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HELWISE; OR, THE ILL-FATED LOVERS:
A TALE OF MUNCASTER HALL.

THOUGH ample testimony is borne to the simple and engaging manners of the Lake residents, I must confess there is a little Vandalism among them. They do not feel that generous love and veneration for the glorious remains of other years which ought to warm the breast of every Englishman. My uncle was indignant at the inattention paid to the scattered ruins of Penrith Castle.

"The Turks," he observed, "could only have turned the ruined habitations of the Christian nobles into cattle-sheds and pigstyes!"

We sat ourselves down at the edge of the moat, where the disgusting inroads of modern improvements would least obtrude themselves on our view, to contemplate the ruined strength and fallen grandeur of our ancestors. We were scarcely seated when an elderly gentleman, on whose countenance a cheerful good nature was visibly impressed, approached us. My uncle invited him to take a seat on our green sofa, with which invitation he smilingly complied.

My uncle, whose ideas were at least two centuries old, opened the conversation by an allusion to those times when our old northern castles shone in all their splendour; and their inhabitants possessed their original power.

"How much of their outward dignity have the higher classes lost," observed my uncle, "since literature and commerce have shed their genial influence on our favoured isle."

"Yes," replied the stranger; "and how much have the lower classes been elevated since that period. The ranks of society are less distinct; and