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gaze; every countenance beaming 
with joy,—every heart cherishing the 
most fervent wishes for the safety of 
the adventurers,—all party-feeling for- 
got,—all private grievances suspended, 
—and a temporary glow of intense de- 
light equally shared by high and low, 
master and servant, old and young, 
uneducated and refined, without any 
mixture of alloy or unworthy senti- 
ment.—These are svenes of which the 
lover of his species would gladly anti- 
cipate the repetition. ‘The best bles- 
sings of life are distributed by a boun- 
tiful Providence with no sparing hand; 
the cheap and simple comforts ought to 
be accessible to all, and so they would 
be, were the affluent alive to their own 
best feelings and interest. Instead of 
keeping the apple of discord always 
displayed to invite contention, how 
easily might a grateful multitude be 
brought to idolize the friendly hand 
that should be raised for their protec- 
fion and happiness! Supposing our 
musical treat to have cost each indivi- 
dual two pounds on the average ; in 
the other case, the contribution of a 
single halfpenny from every spectator 
would have amply remunerated the 
aeronaut for his expenses and _ his 
risk. 
This brings me to one of the prin- 
cipal objects I have in view in pre- 
senting this address to the public. We 
all recollect the unbounded munifi- 
cence of some of our countrymen ; our 
Webbs, our Reynolds, and many 
others; and we are called upon, by 
every newspaper which falls into our 
hands, to admire (or shall I say to 
pity?) the profusion displayed in the 
more than Asiatic splendor of Carlton 
House and Fonthill Abbey. While 
hundreds of thousands are squandered 
in a way at least problematical, as re- 
gards the public welfare, I wish to beg 
a single hundred, or even fifty, for a 
great, and I think indisputable, na- 
tional good; and, whimsical or pre- 
sumptuous as the request may appear, 
I do not despair of being gratified by 
the success of the application. 
Taking, then, the whole mass of so- 
ciety, without a wish to change any 
of its present institutions, and consi- 
dering every individual as naturally 
entitled to a certain portion of enjoy- 
ment and relaxation suitable to his 
station, I want an offer to be made by 
some gencroys soul of a premium to 
that wri'er who shall prepare the best 
practical essay on Publie Amusements, 
Promenade near Guisborough. 
[Aug. 1, 
which, without entering into wild and 
visionary speculations, may have some 
influence on the afiluent to devote a 
part of the means which society has 
placed at their disposal, in endeavour- 
ing to diffuse a more general feeling of 
content and happiness through those 
ranks which are not so far favoured. 
While, on the other hand, the latter, 
always proud of the notice of their 
superiors, may at once be encouraged 
to habits of prudence and economy, 
under the direction of their friends, 
and indulge those sentiments of grate- 
ful respect which are the strongest 
links of subordination; and thus mu- 
tual goodwill and harmony be esta- 
blished through every rank and station 
of human life. I need say no more: 
the hint may not be lost, though com- 
plete success may not follow. 
June 28. J. Luckcovk. 
—_—- 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
ACCOUNT of a@ PROMENADE near GUIS- 
BOROUGH, in the NORTU RIDING of 
YORKSHIRE. 
Marke Gisborough’s gay scite, where Nature seems 
So nice, 
Asin the same shee makes a second Paradise, 
Whose soyl imbroydered is with so rare sundry 
owers, 
Her large okes so long greene as summer there her 
jowers 
Had set up all the yeare, her ayre for heath refin’d, 
Her earth with allome veines most richly intermin’d. 
Poly-Olbion, part2. p. 146, 
UCH is the description of Guisbo- 
b rough given by Drayton, in his 
“Catalogue of the Wonders of the 
North Riding.” I arose about six in 
the morning of one of the finest daysin 
June, in order to take a stroll before 
breakfast amongst the woods, hills, and 
valleys, of this most delightful country. 
The first object that attracted my 
attention, after passing through the 
church-yard at the east end of the 
town, was the ruins of the once mag- 
nificent Priory of Guisborough, which 
is one of the finest specimens of mo- 
nastic remains in England. The Priory 
was founded by Robert de Bries, who 
came over with the Conqueror; and 
some idea may be formed of its extent, 
from a manuscript in the Cottonian 
Library, wherein it is said, “that the 
prior kept a most sumptuous house, 
insomuch that the town, consisting of 
500 householders, had no lands, but 
lived on the abbey.” The east end is 
all that remains, consisting principally 
of cue large arch, which served as a 
window. 
After contemplating this majestic 
ruin for some time, I proeccded on my 
route, 
