126 RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. 
rear, compose well, but the lime-kiln opposite was kicking up such 
a pother we could not take it. We turned to the right, and 
fighting our way through a luxuriant bed of nettles breast high, 
made our way into the Delf once more. It was getting almost 
too late to take photographs, but we secured one of Cucklett 
Church, from whose rocky arches Mompesson, after the church 
was closed in the time of the plague, was wont to address his 
daily-declining congregation as they stood or reclined apart from 
and afraid of each other. 
** Arch meeting arch, unwrought of human hands, 
Form dome and portals. On its roof the air 
Waves leafy boughs ; the Alpine flower expands ; 
It seems a spell-constructed bower.” 
BRADSHAW’S HOUSE. 
It was too dark to get a view of the Salt-pan, as the narrow 
ravine at the upper end of this Dale is called, so we wended our 
way to Humphrey Merril’s tomb, which we took in the dull 
evening light. Hollins House, where he lived, is only about a 
hundred yards distant. 
A slight shower turned us homeward. On our way we noticed 
