[56] It is not improbable that these circles were once numerous, and that many of them may yet endure in a perfect state, under no very deep covering of soil.  A friend of the Author, while making a trench in a level piece of ground, not far from the banks of the Emont, but in no connection with that river, met with some stones which seemed to him formally arranged; this excited his curiosity, and proceeding, he uncovered a perfect circle of stones, from two to three or four feet high, with a sanctum sanctorum,—­the whole a complete place of Druidical worship of small dimensions, having the same sort of relation to Stonehenge, Long Meg and her Daughters near the river Eden, and Karl Lofts near Shap (if this last be not Danish), that a rural chapel bears to a stately church, or to one of our noble cathedrals.  This interesting little monument having passed, with the field in which it was found, into other hands, has been destroyed.  It is much to be regretted, that the striking relic of antiquity at Shap has been in a great measure destroyed also.

The DAUGHTERS of LONG MEG are placed not in an oblong, as the STONES of SHAP, but in a perfect circle, eighty yards in diameter, and seventy-two in number, and from above three yards high, to less than so many feet:  a little way out of the circle stands LONG MEG herself—­a single stone eighteen feet high.

When the Author first saw this monument, he came upon it by surprize, therefore might over-rate its importance as an object; but he must say, that though it is not to be compared with Stonehenge, he has not seen any other remains of those dark ages, which can pretend to rival it in singularity and dignity of appearance.

     A weight of awe not easy to be borne
     Fell suddenly upon my spirit, cast
     From the dread bosom of the unknown past,
     When first I saw that sisterhood forlorn;—­
     And Her, whose strength and stature seem to scorn
     The power of years—­pre-eminent, and placed
     Apart, to overlook the circle vast. 
     Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn,
     While she dispels the cumbrous shades of night;
     Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud,
     When, how, and wherefore, rose on British ground
     That wondrous Monument, whose mystic round
     Forth shadows, some have deemed, to mortal sight
     The inviolable God that tames the proud.

‘When the Abbots of Furness,’ says an author before cited, ’enfranchised their villains, and raised them to the dignity of customary tenants, the lands, which they had cultivated for their lord, were divided into whole tenements; each of which, besides the customary annual rent, was charged with the obligation of having in readiness a man completely armed for the king’s service on the borders, or elsewhere; each of these whole tenements was again subdivided into four equal parts; each villain had one; and the party tenant contributed his share to