DERWENTWATER.
[The sad story of the Earl of Derwentwater, executed in 1716 for participation in the rebellion of the previous year, is well known. The beautiful lake from which he derives his title is surrounded by some of the grandest scenery in England. Few persons will need to be reminded of the beauty of the small cataract of Ladore. The memory of the misfortunes of Lord Derwentwater, and of the beauty of his disconsolate countess, is is still preserved in the traditions of the neighbourhood.]
Sweet lake of the moun-tains how happy was I,
When life’s sunny morn had no cloud on its sky,
And I roam’d with my love on thy beautiful shore,
To hear the deep music that gush’d from Ladore!
We sail’d on thy waters rejoicing, alone,