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residence of George Newdigate, Esq.,* an old mansion built by 
one of the Balguy family in 1672. The gardens on the south are 
large, and we took a view of the house from hence for the stereo- 
scope, and some larger views from the road. Near the Hall, the 
river is crossed by an old bridge, formerly used by pack-horses ; 
this made a beautiful subject for us. We dined in the entrance 
hall, which contains some fine tapestry. On the south-east is a 
large fish-pond. On the keystone of the front doorway are carved 
the arms of the Balguys, and a quaint old dial is fixed on the 
garden wall to the right of the house. Thanking Mr. Newdigate 
for his hospitable reception, we turned our faces southward and 
retraced our steps to Ashopton. : 
The evening was beautiful, but the walk a long one, and the 
rough road added much to our labour. Tillett fell down with the 
cart handle on the sharp stones and cut his knuckles badly ; 
fortunately I carried some sticking-plaster and bandaged him up. 
The road improved after passing Ashopton Inn, but we were all 
getting tired. Six miles further, and we reached the village of 
Hope, regularly done up. We turned into the Inn near the Church, 
and soon had our dry throats moistened with a mixture of ale and 
ginger beer. Thus refreshed, we once more took to the road, for we 
could not rest in Hope. It was too late to examine the 
interesting old church, and we proceeded on our way to Castleton, 
beyond which a gorgeous spectacle was spread before our eyes by 
the setting sun—it is soon over, and 
“*No wreck of all the pageantry remains, ””— 
Venus is left in the twilight sky to reign supreme. It was nine 
o’clock, and dusk when we reached Castleton, 
“* The castle, looming dimly, 
Stands out in bold relief ; 
Mam Tor is faintly gleaming 
In the clear and cloudless west, 
And the chimes in warning numbers 
Ring—'tis near the hour of rest,” 
* Now the Shooting-box of the Duke of Norfolk, 
