leased the whole surveys;
For him the morn benignly smiles,
And evening shades reward the toils
That measure out his days.

The varying year may shift the scene,
The sounding tempest lash the main,
And heaven's own thunder roll;
Calmly he views the bursting storm,
Tempests nor thunders can deform
The quiet of his soul."--C. B.

Nor is the scenery from the Lakes the only thing to be admired in this
delightful country. Lanes may be traversed sheltered by the oak, the
ash, and the hazel, and only those who have seen the Cumberland hazels
can form an idea of the beauty of their silvery bark and luxuriant
growth. From these lanes there are occasional openings, through which
a placid lake or a distant range of hills may be seen. And what
picturesque and rugged hills they are! Huge, projecting rocks and
verdant lawns, and deep channels of rugged stone, over which a foaming
torrent forces its way in the rainy season, and is succeeded in dry
weather by a sparkling rivulet, which trickles down to swell a little
brooklet at the foot of the hill, as it winds its way to the
neighbouring lake. These may be seen, and the patches of heather, and
the patient colley watching for a signal to collect the scattered
flock, dotted, as it appears to be, over the almost inaccessible
heights. At some distance it is difficult to see the sheep, at least
by a stranger, partly on account of the dark colour of their fleeces
(for they have not the whiteness of our flocks in the midland downs),
and partly from the shadow on the hills. Separated as they are from
each other, as the evening closes in the sagacious dog receives a hint
from his master, and the sheep are quickly collected from places to
which the shepherd could with difficulty make his way. Snow and frost
are no check to the labours of the colley dog. His exertions are
indefatigable, and the only reward he appears to expect is the
approbation of his master.

The following amusing anecdote of a sort of sheep-dog was communicated
to me by its owner. The dog's name was Hero. His habits were odd
enough, and he gave many instances of his sagacity. The following was
one of them:--

Hero was in the constant habit of accompanying the farm-horses in
their daily labour, pacing the ploughed field regularly aside the
team, and returning with them to and from his meals, always taking
care to scamper home at a certain hour for a more dainty portion when
h