Percy's beautiful ballad. A narrow foot-path by the brink of the river leads to its door, and lofty perpendicular rocks rise upon the other side of the walk. From the summit of the cliffs a grove of oaks is suspended, casting a solemn shade; at their feet issues a spring of the purest water, which formerly supplied the recluse. The chapel, which is still almost entire, is hewn out of the rock, of a beautiful design, having all the decorations of a cathedral in miniature

The hermitage remains in precisely the same state as described at the time of the visit of Henry Percy and the fair Eleanor his bride. The altar is still entire, and also the monument of Isabel Widdrington :—

"Beside the altar rose a tomb,

All in the living stone;

On which a young and beauteous maid
In goodly sculpture shone.

"A kneeling angel, fairly carv'd,

Lean'd hov'ring o'er her breast;

▲ weeping warrior at her feet;

And near to these her crest."

Hermit of Warkworth.

The rapid decay of interesting remains of antiquity is frequently a subject of regret to men of taste; but fortunately Warkworth belongs to one capable of appreciating this celebrated fabric; and his Grace the Duke of Northum

berland affords to visitors every facility of minutely examining the ruins.

The next place of interest visited by Grace Darling and her friends, was the Castle of Dunstanbrough. The ruins of this strong and ancient edifice stand upon an eminence above the sea, a few miles distant from the picturesque little town of Alnwick. The precise date of this castle is unknown, no mention being made of it in history before the early part of the fourteenth century. It was the scene of much warfare and bloodshed during the war of the Rival Roses, and stood a vigorous siege from the forces of King Edward. Being finally taken, the fortress was dismantled, the fortifications destroyed, and since that period it has remained in ruins, nothing now being left save the outer walls, the ploughshare passing within its secret chambers.

From the sea, Dunstanbrough Castle presents a gloomy, though bold and warlike aspect. The rock upon which it is erected is black and frowning-the shore rugged and covered with broken cliffs, interwoven with sea-weed; and although grand in its dimensions, there is every thing in this desolate fortress to awaken a train of melancholy reflections. Beneath the tower is a passage about sixty yards in length, and forty feet in depth, where the sea makes a dreadful inlet, breaking into foam with a tremendous noise. The gulph viewed from above has a very grand and awful appearance. You look immediately down upon an abyss, where, as the tide rushes

berland affords to visitors every facility of minutely examining the ruins.

The next place of interest visited by Grace Darling and her friends, was the Castle of Dunstanbrough. The ruins of this strong and ancient edifice stand upon an eminence above the sea, a few miles distant from the picturesque little town of Alnwick. The precise date of this castle is unknown, no mention being made of it in history before the early part of the fourteenth century. It was the scene of much warfare and bloodshed during the war of the Rival Roses, and stood a vigorous siege from the forces of King Edward. Being finally taken, the fortress was dismantled, the fortifications destroyed, and since that period it has remained in ruins, nothing now being left save the outer walls, the ploughshare passing within its secret chambers.

From the sea, Dunstanbrough Castle presents a gloomy, though bold and warlike aspect. The rock upon which it is erected is black and frowning-the shore rugged and covered with broken cliffs, interwoven with sea-weed; and although grand in its dimensions, there is every thing in this desolate fortress to awaken a train of melancholy reflections. Beneath the tower is a passage about sixty yards in length, and forty feet in depth, where the sea makes a dreadful inlet, breaking into foam with a tremendous noise. The gulph viewed from above has a very grand and awful appearance. You look immediately down upon an abyss, where, as the tide rushes