1 86 Saddleworth. 



the place consists in its elevation, pure mountain air, 

 purple heather, and commanding views, though the 

 expanse is much too copiously strewed with buildings, 

 chiefly connected with manufactures, for the prospect 

 to be called a "rural" one. The best way down is by 

 the Saddleworth side, so as to vary the walk, and rejoin 

 the railway line at Saddleworth station, the distance of 

 which from Greenfield is but a trifle. 



Let us now explore the country reached by way of 

 the old " Lancashire and Yorkshire " line via Rochdale. 

 Like the Sheffield line, it does not actually enter York- 

 shire for a very considerable distance, not indeed until 

 we are through Todmorden, which place, though com- 

 monly supposed to be in Yorkshire, from the fact of its 

 being at the other extremity of the great tunnel, is in 

 reality in the county of the red rose, standing upon the 

 very confines. 



Lancashire, except in some of the southern and western 

 districts, is not inferior in picturesque beauty to any 

 average part of England. Leaving out of consideration 

 the remote portions that are comprised in the "lake 

 country," Cartmel, Windermere, Coniston, &c., the 

 eastern and central portions, tending northwards, justly 

 reckon superior to the run of what is popularly called 

 " English scenery ;" and were the country possessed of a 

 finer climate, and of a more diversified and luxuriant 

 vegetation, it would compare with anything, unbroken 



