NOTES FOR THE TOURIST. 



BRIMHAM EOCKS, 9 miles from Kipon, on the left of the Pateley 

 Bridge Turnpike, is the frequent resort of Pic-nic Parties. It can be 

 reached by rail, by alighting at Dacre Banks Station. "A collection 

 of Rocks, various in forms as in multitude, extend over 60 acres of 

 Moorland, from which varied and charming views of the country may 

 be gained. The mighty hand of Nature has seldom left a more mag- 

 nificent impression, than on this stupendous scene. Afar off, the 

 swelling precipice seems crowned by the inextricable wreck of a long 

 desolated city. At a nearer view, the grim and hideous forms defy 

 all discrimination and definition; and, at length, when standing 

 among them, our uncontrollable impressions continue to be of per- 

 plexity and astonishment. The Rocks are spread over a space ex- 

 ceeding sixty acres ; and the whole group, from the vast extent and 

 bulk of its component parts, will afford a striking proof of the supre- 

 macy of Nature, in her operations, over the boldest and most gigantic 

 efforts of art; for Brimham, could it be transported to Salisbury 

 Plain, would reduce Stonehenge itself to a poor and pigmy miniature. 

 Elevated on the southermost range of crags, is a stupendous Rocking 

 Stone, conjectured to weigh above an hundred tons, and visible even 

 from Harrogate and the surrounding country. The rich and varied 

 scene which may be enjoyed from the summit of this Rocking Stone, 

 will amply repay the trouble, if it does not sometimes enhance the plea- 

 sure of its ascent. On the west, a glorious prospect may be again viewed 

 of the Yale of Nidd. To the south, Harrogate, Harlow-hill tower, 

 and other conspicuous places present themselves. In the distant and 

 fading landscape, on the banks of the Yore, may be seen Newby 

 Park and Hall, near Ripon ; while many other interesting objects, 

 which are pointed out by the guide, will be observed in the immediate 

 foreground. Turning to the north-east, St. Michael's Mount again 

 meets the eye, rearing its venerable and sylvancrested head from 

 woods that embosom the majestic pile of Fountains, and many a scene 

 worthy of a pilgrimage. The west side of the rocks terminates in an 

 abrupt cliff, of considerable height, at the foot of which is a green 

 plain, relieved here and there with large fragments of stone thrown 

 from the beetling summit, or riven from the wide clefts, whence now 

 the graceful foliage of the mountain ash, or the crisped leaves of the 



