138 RAMBLE OVER DERBYSHIRE HILLS AND DALES. 
we reached a decent-looking road that promised to take us down 
to Hathersage,—which it did. 
We saw, at a lone house, a garland stretched across the road, 
with a wreath and a pair of gloves cut in paper suspended from 
the centre. 
Calling at the Vicarage to see the Rev. H. Cottingham, I was 
informed he was in the church; here I found him, and I shall 
never forget the beautiful effect I both saw and felt on entering 
the fine old edifice. He was in the chancel practising the choir 
by candlelight, and the mysterious gloom of the place, here and 
there only partially broken by the twilight creeping through the 
richly-stained glass windows, produced a Rembrandt-like effect 
with the stronger light which illuminated the faces of the choristers 
as they woke the slumbering echoes of the sacred pile with their 
melody. 
‘‘The music bursteth into second life ; 
The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed 
By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife ; 
Heart-thrilling strains, that cast, before the eye 
Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy ! 
My friend recommended us to the “George”. Inn at the bottom 
of the village, which we found quite full. On our way thither we 
found Tillett had taken up his quarters with the cart, and was 
refreshing at the ‘Ordnance Arms, by Richard Perks,” so we 
returned to the same place, and partook of a good substantial tea. 
A smoke in the bar afterwards made us very comfortable, and at 
peace with all the world. 
THURSDAY. 
“* THE rocky parapets of Peak I see, 
And in those mountain holds my spirit pants to be.” 
WE rose at six o’clock in the morning (I need not record that we 
slept well), and went to the churchyard, where we took some views. 
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