CHAPTER IX. 



ALONG THE MACCLESFIELD LINE. 



It is fine 



To stand upon some lofty mountain-thought, 

 And feel the spirit stretch into a view : 

 To joy in what might be if will and power 

 For good would work together but one hour. 

 Yet millions never think a noble thought, 

 But with brute hate of brightness bay a mind 

 Which drives the darkness out of them, like hounds. 



J. P. BAILEY. 



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TOCKPORT, the uninviting, in whatever 

 direction we look to escape from it, is a 

 point of rare value for departure for scenes 

 of interest this mainly because of its 

 standing on the threshold of the hills which 

 a little further on become members of the 

 English Apennine, the grand range stretching from 

 Derbyshire to the Cheviots. Soon after passing Edgley, 

 while the original line pursues its course to Wilmslow 

 and Alderley, great branches strike out upon the left, 

 one primarily for Macclesfield, the other for Disley and 

 Buxton. Each in its turn leads to scenes of delightful 



