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In Durham and near it. 



road itself supplies, that is here enchanting ! The road 

 to Brancepeth winds in the most delightful way ; now 

 you are almost closed in by woods and gentle heights, 

 and again you emerge to enjoy the most exquisite 

 glimpses of distant hills with fringes of wood, and at 



length when a view of the castle, which so finely com- 

 bines the old and the new, bursts full upon you, you 

 feel that it is a fitting finale to your ramble. Like a 

 true poem, the last lines crown the whole. It is finely 

 castellated with six great towers, two of which those 



