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parts of the world. In the side of one of the Apennines, I have seen a large blazing vale. The learned tell us, this is owing to rich veins of bitumen, which crops : in
borious of all the country dances ; and no where have I seen the ground more actively beat, or in juster measure. Life, and truth, and charms, were in perfection in those Richmond girls. I was there in 29, 37, and 53, and the sensible club, and bright affembly, were still in being; but no more than three did I see, of men or women, in 37, that was there in 29; and in 52, they were all ftrangers to me. Some were married away; some had removed; and others were translated to the shades of eternity. This was to me a moral lesson. When I looked round the afsembly room the last time I was there, and found every glorious girl of my acquaintance was gone, and that years
had rendered me almost unfit to join with the ladies then present, in the dancings of the night, a philosophical sadnefs came powerfully upon my mind, and I could not help fighing in the midst of harmony, and a blaze of charms. This life, I saw, was a fleeting scene indeed,
And now, reader, as to Stanemore-country, if it should ever come into your head to wander over this wild and romantic part of our world, at the hazard of your neck, and the danger of being starved, your route is, when you have passed the turnpike on Stanemore, in your way to Brugh, to turn off to the right, beyond the public-house, and ascend a fine rising valley you will see between two mountains, till you come to the top of the first hills: then proceed, if you can, in the course I have described, and wherever
such places, and the heat of the air be-
it is in your power, tend to the north-east, for that is the way out.
This is one way into the heart of Stanemore in Richmondshire, and will bring you, by the way, among
the dreadful northern fells of Weftmoreland; a frightful country, and a fatiguing march.
Another way to the Stanemore Alps, is behind Jack Railton's, the quaker's house at Bows. Hire a guide from him, and his man will bring you, as he did me once, through a very surprising way of deep bottoms to a public-house at Eggleston, on the border of Richmond-Stanemore. There rest that night, and early the next morning, proceed due north, when you can, with another guide, and
will come to mountains upon mountains, rapid rivers, and headlong torrents, that form amazing and tremendous scenes. Or, as this way
is neither comfortable, nor very safe, it is a better road to the confines, or beginning of Stanemore, to ride from Gretabridge to Bernard Castle, and from Bernard Caftle to Eggleston, about 16 miles, as I judge, for it is not measured, and then set out for the mountains from Eggleston, as before directed. I have been told there is another way into Stanemore, through Bishoprick; but as I am a stranger to it, I can only say what I have heard, that it is worse than the bottoms I went through from the quaker's house. This is enough, reader, to fhew you how to get inte Stanemore, if you have the curiosity and heart to visit very wild and wonderful land, C 2
many other natural things, as Mr. Moyle does of the Aurora Borealis ;-- that these uncommon appearances should be looked on with wonder and admiration, and raise in us a due reverence of their
great Author, who has shewn his Almighty power and wisdom in forming such an infinite variety of productions in all parts of the universe. Philosophy undertakes to account for every thing. I am sure it is in many cases miltaken.
An account 29. Having passed the burnof a water
ing valley, we rid over a river, fall at Stane
that was up to the horses belmore.
lies, very rapid, and a bad bottom, and then proceeded along a steep hill side, the course N. W. till we came tò a rich low land, covered with flowers and aromatic shrubs, and adorned with several clumps of oak, chesnut, and white walnut trees. This plain is about twentyfive acres, surrounded with stony mountains, some of which are very high and steep, and from the top of one of the lowest of them, a cataract descends, like the fall of the river Niagara in Canada, or New France, in North America. Swifter than an arrow from a bow the rapid water comes headlong down in a fall of 140 feet, which is 3
feet more than the descent of Niagara. The
river here, to be sure, is not half so large as that which comes from the vast lakes of Canada, but it is a great and prodigious cadence of water, and tumbles perpendicular in as surprising a manner, from as horrible a precipice; and in this very nearly resembles the Niagara-Fall; that as you stand below, as near the fall as it is safe to go, you see the river come down a Noping mountain for a great way, as if it descended from the clouds. It is a grand and amazing scene. The water isfues from a great lake on the top of a mountain that I found very hard to ascend, and the lake has many visible feeders from hills upon hills above it, which it is impossible to climb.
30. It was 12 o'clock by June 19, the time we arrived at "this 1726.
À dinner by water-fall, and therefore I sat
a cataract, down by the side of it to dine, and a wonbefore I attempted to get up derful fall of
O. Fin the to the top of the precipice, and see from whence this water
boy came. While my eyes were entertained with the descending scene; I feasted on a piece of venison pasty, and fome fine ale, which, among other provisions,, Mrs.. Burcot had ordered her servants to put. up for me: but as I was thus happily engaged, my lad, O Fin, had climbed up to the top
of the water-fall, and was going to land from a tree that grew out of the rocky mountain, near the summit of the hill, when his foot slipt, and he came tumbling down in a miserable way. I expected him in pieces on the ground, as I had him full in my view. There seemed no possibility of an escape; and yet he received no harmi. In the middle of the descent, he stuck in another projecting thick tree, and from it came safely down. This was a deliverance. Providence often faves us in a wonderful manner, till the work appointed to be finished is done, or the limited time of our
In relation to such escapes, I could give myself as an instance many a time, and will here mention one extraordi
A great deli 31. As I travelled once in
the county of Kerry in Ireland, with the White Knight, and the Knight of the Glin (22), we called at Terelah 0
(22) Such knights were honourable creations niade by the Irish kings. We have an account of them in the psalter of Tarah, before the reigns of Conaire the Great, A. M. 3970, ante. Chriftum 34; Cormac Ul. fadda, A. D. 230; and the glorious Briem Boirombe, A. D. 1027; the three greatest monarchs that ever