A Mason's Story.

seems to rejoice on this summer ' s day . The sunlight dances on the uplands save where they are hidden by a passing shower ; and when it is so , the glowing tints are brought out with a heavenly radiance . To the left stretch out the gentl y sloping woods of Graythwaite and Wray , ancl on the right is the pretty little archipelago of Bowness and its islands . There is Bellisle , where the noted " Robin the Devil" immortalised in Sir Walter Scott's poem of

, " Rokeby , " earned on for a lengthened period a guerilla warfare for the worthless Stnarts ; and almost opposite to the island is Calgarth Hall , which was hold by another representative of Robin ' s family on behalf of the Parliamentary party . A curious legend is told of these places . Colonel Briggswho held Calgarth Hall , ancl who was a zealous roundhead , capable of rolling off , in nasal twang , some scores of SteriihoM's verses—was appointed guardian

to his cousin , the daughter of Sir Lionel Woodville . This lady , who hated . Puritanism with all her soul , managed to fall in love with her other cousin , Robert Philipson , alias " The Devil . " Briggs , however , determined to marry her , aud for that purpose carried her off to Carlisle , in order to be married at the Cathedral . But the lady manages to be so exceedingly dilatory that her faithful Robert comes in time to interrupt the service , rides into church , and having stopped it and abducted the parson , finall y carries off the heiress . Scott has thus described it ; but lie , I believe , lays the scene in Kendal :

All eyes upon the . gateway hung , As through tho Gothic arch there sprung A horseman , armed—at headlong speed ,-Sable his cloak , his plume , his steed ; Fire from the flinty floor was spurned , The vaults unwonted clang returned .

I have been m continental countries , and I have travelled the length and breadth of England , but I unhesitatingly affirm that there is no scenery like the lake scenery . " Here God in His own temple may be feared ; " here , among the roar of the cataract , ancl the fl ying comets of snow-white foam , ancl the steaming columns of the ever-ascending spray , on the bright rainbows arching over the clouds , the simple natives may indeed worship and see God , face to face , through His workssee Him as the Unchangeableseated

en-, , throned above the changeable . And it was thus that our happy party saw it on the clay of which I write . After a short sail , they landed at Low Wood , ancl dispersed themselves as best pleased them . Mr . Pelham forthwith appropriated Mary Morton . She would have preferred to be without him ; but he was her father ' s friendancl she did

, not care to offend him . But she shared in the almost universal distrust and dislike which attached to him . She knew that he and Penrhyn were not on good terms , ancl she knew Penrhyn well enough to be aware that he would not dislike anybod y without good reason . Pelham commenced talking about his " dear friend , " Mr . Falconer . He hoped he was quite well in health , and that he was satisfied with continental

life . Mary parried all these questions as well as she could , and avoided giving any answer which might have committed her . Then this paragon of christian humility , this Sunday school teacher , professor of universal oharity and love , began to regret his dear friend ' s reli gious views ,. and hoped—while he respected and admired Falconer—that Miss Morton would be very circumspectancl hot bind herself b promise to

, y any him . Mary interrupted him , as her father had clone , ancl in a few cutting sentences defended the character of her lover from all attacks made on it by Pelham . That individual bore it all very meekly ; and , when she had finished pleaded the warm interest which he took in her , and—interspersed with cant phraseology—tho " love " which he bore for her , love which ho was sure could not be equalled or felt b y Mr . Falconer .