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sor " at Chatsworth, which, in like manner, 

 commands the patronage of "The Derwent" 

 anglers and Chatsworth sight-seers. 



Of this inn Boswell, in his Life of Dr. 

 Johnson, writes: "I cannot omit a curious 

 circumstance which occurred at Edensor Inn, 

 close by Chatsworth, to survey the magnifi- 

 cence of which I had gone considerably out 

 of my road to Scotland. The inn was then 

 kept by a very jolly landlord, whose name, I 

 think, was Malton. He happened to mention 

 that c the celebrated Dr. Johnson had been 

 in his house. 7 I inquired who this Dr. John- 

 son was. 'Sir,' said he, ' Johnson, the great 

 writer ; Oddity, as they call him. He's the 

 greatest writer in England.' My friend . . . 

 laughed a good deal at this representation of 

 himself." 



We lunched at " The Peacock," visited 

 Haddon Hall, and of course were enchanted 

 by that wonderful old mansion and its curious 

 contents, and the lovely scenery with which 

 it is surrounded. We had not time for a 

 ramble by the beautiful "Wye," which there 

 looked sweet and pellucid, as if nothing had 

 happened to its head waters. (What a. 



