overwhelming; the old man's
frame seemed hardly able to bear the disclosure. He wept like a child;
but the overflow of his joy relieved the oppressed heart, full even to
bursting.

Yet Peggy was not without a sacrifice, according to popular belief,
which sacrifice was offered in the person of the late defunct at
Waddow. Indeed, according to some, it were an act of unbelief and
impiety to suppose any other, and only to be equalled by that of the
attack made by this resolute dame upon Peggy's representative--an
outrage she so dearly atoned for by her own death.

The headless trunk was, however, removed some years afterwards to its
present site by the brink of "the Well," where, having fallen upon
evil and unbelieving times, it is desecrated to the profane uses of a
resting-place for cans unto the merry maidens who come thither at
morning and eventide to draw water.

Many are the victims now recorded to the capricious malevolence of
Peggy; and though deprived of her domicile at Waddow, still her
visitations are not the less frequent; and whether a stray kitten or
an unfortunate chick be the sufferer, the same is deemed a victim and
a sacrifice to the wrath of Peggy's _manes_.

[Illustration: ULVERSTONE SANDS.
_Engraved by Edw^d Finden._
_Drawn by G. Pickering._]

THE SANDS.

"It is the shout of the coming foe,
Ride, ride for thy life, Sir John;
But still the waters deeper grew,
The wild sea-foam rushed on."

--_Old Ballad._

The following account of an excursion over the sands, from Mr
Baines's _Companion to the Lakes_, will give a very accurate
idea of the mode in which travellers accomplish this
interesting, though sometimes perilous journey, over the bare
sands of the Bay of Morecambe. Taking a horse at Lancaster, and
setting out at the same time with the "Over-sands" coach, he
says--

"We arrived at Hest Bank, on the shores of Morecambe Bay, three
miles and a half from Lancaster, about five in the afternoon.
Here a little caravan was collected, waiting the proper time to
cross the trackless sands left bare by the receding tide. I soon
saw two persons set out in a gig, and, following them, I found
that one of them was the guide appointed to conduct travellers,
and the other a servant who was driving his master's gig to the
Cartmel shore, and was to return with the horse the same
evening. H