21/137 *_Sonnet, 'Fly, some kind Harbinger.'_ [XVI.] This was actually composed the last day of our tour, between Dalston and Grasmere. [XVII.] The story was told me by George Mackreth, for many years parish-clerk of Grasmere. He had been an eye-witness of the occurrence. The vessel in reality was a washing-tub, which the little fellow had met with on the shore of the loch. |