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College Musings,*
reverie , I ran over , in my " mind ' s eye , " the spot most preferable for a cell—yes , gentle reader , a celt—for such was my morbid fancy ; and , though I had not yet seen any other of the lakes , I decided , from report , that this was most adapted for retirement and study : yet I do not mean that ascetic seclusion from the world which superinduces a cynical and churlish hatred of mankind , but that philosophic and rational secession from the " toils and turmoils of life" which isin my apprehensionthe
, , , real and unsophisticated pleasure of existence . The reader may suppose that , after having ridden several miles since breakfast , and otherwise fatigued myself , I was by this time very naturally roused from my musings by the impertinent calls of hunger , ivhich compelled me briskly to disembark , and make a craving retreat to the fisherman ' s hut . Here I found everything necessary to replenish an empty stomach , neatly arranged ; and upon eggs ancl bacon , most
voluptuous gourmand ! your humble tale-teller sat down , sans ceremonie , and made a hearty dinner , if the term may be given to so frugal a repast . There is one circumstance , for your information , that I could get no better for love or money : neither did I carry with me a " sumpter mule : " and therefore contentment , with a good appetite , was my only resource . Having discussed a due proportion of my wholesomethough homely
, , fare , and disbursed the ancient hostess with current coin ancl mutual thanks , I bid farewell to the lonely dale ; and vaulting on the back of my renovated palfrey , speedily retraced my flowery route , finding all things on my return exactly as I had left them in the morn , except that then old Bega ' s abbey walls were gilded by the rays of a glowing sun , which now had sunk behind the western hills , yielding to Cynthia ' s pale orb , whose soft and tender light stole calmly o ' er the tranquil scene .
CHAPTEB . II . In the summer of the succeeding year I was invited by a friend , a young clergyman , to come and spend a week qr two with him at his Alpine cot , near Loweswater . I gladly accepted his invitation , for he was a man of my own turn of mind , and his little parsonage was , I knew , situated in one of the most romantic glens of that most romantic region . Joined to these considerations , he was possessed of much talent ancl
information—indeed , he was a poet ; and it was , therefore , with alacrity and real pleasure that I made my way into his company . He hacl been visiting the retirement where I was pursuing my studies ; and , on his quitting , I took the opportunity of availing myself of his guidance , to pilot me to his rural dwelling . After leaving Whitehaven , we rode for about twelve miles through a country possessing little interest , till we approached the vicinity of Cockermouth , where the road suddenly curvinwith rather
g a sharp angle , gave us a fine prospect of the fells , rising one above another , the summits of the furthermost ridge appearing to close in with the edge of the horizon . A few miles cantering brought us into Cockermouth , a clean airy town , the chief attraction of which , to me , was a heap of castellated ruins on the left , as you enter from Whitehaven ; but the clay being far advanced , we had not time for any topographical survey , and therefore , abandoning our steeds at an inn , we commenced pursuing our route towards Loweswater on foot . Indeed , that is the only mode , if you wish to participate fully in the enjoyment afforded to the traveller from the surrounding scenery , whilst wending
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
College Musings,*
reverie , I ran over , in my " mind ' s eye , " the spot most preferable for a cell—yes , gentle reader , a celt—for such was my morbid fancy ; and , though I had not yet seen any other of the lakes , I decided , from report , that this was most adapted for retirement and study : yet I do not mean that ascetic seclusion from the world which superinduces a cynical and churlish hatred of mankind , but that philosophic and rational secession from the " toils and turmoils of life" which isin my apprehensionthe
, , , real and unsophisticated pleasure of existence . The reader may suppose that , after having ridden several miles since breakfast , and otherwise fatigued myself , I was by this time very naturally roused from my musings by the impertinent calls of hunger , ivhich compelled me briskly to disembark , and make a craving retreat to the fisherman ' s hut . Here I found everything necessary to replenish an empty stomach , neatly arranged ; and upon eggs ancl bacon , most
voluptuous gourmand ! your humble tale-teller sat down , sans ceremonie , and made a hearty dinner , if the term may be given to so frugal a repast . There is one circumstance , for your information , that I could get no better for love or money : neither did I carry with me a " sumpter mule : " and therefore contentment , with a good appetite , was my only resource . Having discussed a due proportion of my wholesomethough homely
, , fare , and disbursed the ancient hostess with current coin ancl mutual thanks , I bid farewell to the lonely dale ; and vaulting on the back of my renovated palfrey , speedily retraced my flowery route , finding all things on my return exactly as I had left them in the morn , except that then old Bega ' s abbey walls were gilded by the rays of a glowing sun , which now had sunk behind the western hills , yielding to Cynthia ' s pale orb , whose soft and tender light stole calmly o ' er the tranquil scene .
CHAPTEB . II . In the summer of the succeeding year I was invited by a friend , a young clergyman , to come and spend a week qr two with him at his Alpine cot , near Loweswater . I gladly accepted his invitation , for he was a man of my own turn of mind , and his little parsonage was , I knew , situated in one of the most romantic glens of that most romantic region . Joined to these considerations , he was possessed of much talent ancl
information—indeed , he was a poet ; and it was , therefore , with alacrity and real pleasure that I made my way into his company . He hacl been visiting the retirement where I was pursuing my studies ; and , on his quitting , I took the opportunity of availing myself of his guidance , to pilot me to his rural dwelling . After leaving Whitehaven , we rode for about twelve miles through a country possessing little interest , till we approached the vicinity of Cockermouth , where the road suddenly curvinwith rather
g a sharp angle , gave us a fine prospect of the fells , rising one above another , the summits of the furthermost ridge appearing to close in with the edge of the horizon . A few miles cantering brought us into Cockermouth , a clean airy town , the chief attraction of which , to me , was a heap of castellated ruins on the left , as you enter from Whitehaven ; but the clay being far advanced , we had not time for any topographical survey , and therefore , abandoning our steeds at an inn , we commenced pursuing our route towards Loweswater on foot . Indeed , that is the only mode , if you wish to participate fully in the enjoyment afforded to the traveller from the surrounding scenery , whilst wending