noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard,
And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone;
Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky
Carried the Lady's voice,--old Skiddaw blew
His speaking-trumpet;--back out of the clouds
Of Glaramara southward came the voice;
And Kirkstone tossed it from his misty head.'

In his comments made on his Poems late in life, Wordsworth said of this
one:--'The effect of her laugh is an extravagance; though the effect of
the reverberation of voices in some parts of the mountains is very
striking. There is, in the "Excursion," an allusion to the bleat of a
lamb thus re-echoed, and described without any exaggeration, as I heard
it, on the side of Stickle Tarn, from the precipice that stretches on to
Langdale Pikes.'

{68} NOTE 7.--'_With two bells hanging in the open air_.'--PAGE 68.

'When I wrote this account of the village of Luss, I fully believed I had
a perfect recollection of the two bells, as I have described them; but I
am half tempted to think they have been a creation of my own fancy,
though no image that I know I have actually seen is at this day more
vividly impressed upon my mind.'--_MS. note_, _Author_, 1806.

{70} NOTE 8.--'_Her countenance corresponded with the unkindness of
denying us a fire in a cold night_.'--PAGE 70.

The writer, inhospitably as she had been treated, was more fortunate than
a distinguished French traveller, who arrived at Luss at night, a few
years earlier. The hostess made signs to him that he should not speak,
hustled him into a stable, and said solemnly, 'The Justiciary Lords do me
the honour to lodge here when they are on this circuit. There is one of
them here at present. He is asleep, and nobody must disturb him.' And
forthwith she drove him out into the rain and darkness, saying, 'How can
I help it? Make no noise, his Lordship must not be disturbed. Every one
should pay respect to the law. God bless you. Farewell.' And on they
had to go fifteen miles to Tarbet.--St. Fond's _Travels_, vol. i. p. 233.

{80b} NOTE 9.--'_I could not help smiling when I saw him lying by the
roadside_.'--PAGE 80.

'The ferryman happened to mention that a fellow-countryman of his had
lately come from America--a wild sort of genius. This reminded us of our
friend whom we had met at Loch Lomond, and we found that it was the same
person. He was the brother of the Lady of Glengyle, who had made a
gentleman of him by new-clothing him from hea