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can chill. The solitary pond called the Red Tarn is | will think of the good dog, and perhaps read from
not far off. A patch of December snow is there, | Wordsworth’s poem,—

though it is nearly June. On the right hand rises ‘ How nourished here through sueh long time
far above us the ridge of rock called Striding-edge ; He knows who gave that love sublime;

on our left is Swirrel-edge, crested by Catchedicam. And gave that strength of feeling, great

It is a wild but beautiful spot. Those who visit it Above all human estimate !” G.S. 0.