leaving Rowsley and the bridge to the left. We had scarcely ascended a gentle rising ground before the old tower rose to view, out of the thick woods from the back of Chatsworth, and in another instant the southwestern angle of that noble building was distinctly visible. Here was a lovely view-right before was Chatsworth Dale and Park, watered by the Derwent, with its fruitful meadows, lawns, and pleasure grounds, beautifully varied by a series of hills, and crowned with the stately pine, limes, &c. On the right, and in the extreme distance, the dark and shaggy peaks of the moorlands, forming a striking contrast to the fertile vale below, and to the left the hill which divides the Dales of Haddon and Chatsworth, and immediately in our rear an extensive prospect presented itself up far beyond Allport and Youlgrave, and bounded only by the high moors stretching towards Newhaven to the west; and to Taddington, on the road to Buxton, to the north, which were almost lost in the grey distance. A little further, at the bottom of rather a steep hill where the road is crossed by a small streamlet, is the village of Beeley, and on a rising ground above is sweetly situated the Church, on Beeley Moor are obtained the large millstones for grinding corn, which are conveyed down to the canal at Cromford and sent to all parts of the kingdom. The circumstance of this stone being so extensively quarried and used for this purpose, has given it the appellation of the millstone grit; and I may observe here, that this stone in some parts of these extensive Moors is finely variegated, in which case it is called the variegated sandstone. Most of the new building at Chatsworth is constructed with this, which presents some beautiful specimens of its curved and variegated character, especially on the massive pillars supporting the fine cornices on each side of the splendid gateways. Shortly on passing this village we came to the Duke's private gate, but the public road lies to the left over the old bridge, which we took, and were in a few minutes within the splendid park of the Duke of Devonshire. - CHATSWORTH HOUSE AND PARK. But, Chatsworth, how can I describe thee! Art thou a Gem of purest water dug out of the rugged mountains that surround thee, cut and bounded by a thousand facets with amazing skill and admirable taste to set off thy native beauties? Surely thou art an earthly Paradise, again established among the haunts of men,—again adorning our "nether" world!!! Reader, if you should be privileged to see Chatsworth on a day when the gleams of a brilliant summer's sun repose in soft and quiet glory on lawns of exquisite beauty, adorned with trees of such majesty, and finest foliage of every kindstudding them in clusters, or forming a thick impenetrable barrier on their outskirts,-swelling eminences, exhibiting the most graceful undulations for miles around you, the crystal stream here broken up into a series of cascades by rough artificial ledges, and there reflecting the fine objects on either side from its quiet expanse of waters, the deer of every species, and the lowing cattle tossing their heads aloft and plunging into its midst, or laving their sides as at a cooling fountain, the water-works throwing up perpetually their spiral, snowy and shining column as it were to the very heavens, the noble house, of exquisite workmanship and great taste, on its elegant terrace, with its Indian flower beds and fine groves,-its windows, balustrades and battlements gleaming in the sunbeam.— To behold all this beauty, nearly surrounded by a bleak heathy belt of lofty mountains; their rugged and broken overhanging cliffs towering above it; as if chosen on purpose as a fitting and appropriate frame, the better to set off and enhance the varied charms and superlative beauties of this exquisite Picture,-then will you not be surprised that we have prefaced our observations on Chatworth by a kind of rhapsody-for cold and frigid must be that heart, and insensate that spirit, which remains unmoved, when on gently ascending the road over the rising ground in the park, the lovely pleasure grounds and glorious pile of Chatsworth breaks gradually |