From the testimony of those who were with her in and since her illness, her recovery would seem to be of as magical quickness and sure progress as has been represented.

At the house of Miss Martineau I saw Milman, the author, I must not say poet,--a specimen of the polished, scholarly man of the world.
We passed one most delightful day in a visit to Langdale,--the scene of "The Excursion,"-- and to Dungeon-Ghyll Force.

I am finishing my letter at Carlisle on my way to Scotland, and will give a slight sketch of that excursion, and one which occupied another day, from Keswick to Buttermere and Crummock Water, in my next.
LETTER III.
WESTMORELAND .-- LANGDALE .-- DUNGEON-GHYLL FORCE .-- KESWICK .-- CARLISLE .-- BRANXHOLM .-- SCOTT .-- BURNS.
Edinburgh, 20th September, 1846.
I have too long delayed writing up my journal .-- Many interesting observations slip from recollection if one waits so many days: yet, while travelling, it is almost impossible to find an hour when something of value to be seen will not be lost while writing.
I said, in closing my last, that I would write a little more about Westmoreland; but so much, has happened since, that I must now dismiss that region with all possible brevity.
The first day of which I wished to speak was passed in visiting Langdale, the scene of Wordsworth's "Excursion." Our party of eight went in two of the vehicles called cars or droskas,--open carriages, each drawn by one horse.

They are rather fatiguing to ride in, but good to see from.

In steep and stony places all alight, and the driver leads the horse: so many of these there are, that we were four or five hours in going ten miles, including the pauses when we wished to _look_.
The scenes through which we passed are, indeed, of the most wild and noble character.