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indulging in feast and mirth and revelry in the 

 dining-hall. Every room is as it was then, and 

 some of the furniture remains ; tapestry still hangs 

 on the walls, and many pictures, which would not 

 be to the taste of modern times, adorn or rather 

 disfigure them, and therefore are not now generally 

 shown. Of course, there is a bed on which Queen 

 Elizabeth slept she seems in her visitations to have 

 given all her nobles, and not a few of her gentry, a 

 turn and a looking-glass is shown in which she 

 viewed her charms, and a very unflattering mirror it 

 is, which, knowing her vanity, one wonders at. 

 Full of the past were my musings as I walked back 

 along the dusty road to my headquarters, and at 

 night I dreamed I was a guest at Haddon dancing 

 with a fair partner in the ballroom. 



There were no lamps at Rowsley ; it is as 

 primitive as it was three centuries ago, save that 

 now, night and day, the frequent trains on the 

 Midland Railway rush with lightning speed, and 

 shriek like fiery fabled dragons as they burrow into 

 the long, dark Haddon tunnel, waking the echoes, 

 and destroying the repose of the peaceful valley, and 

 leaving a sense of shock behind. 



During four days of the following week I fished 

 from Haddon up to Bakewell Bridge, chiefly casting 

 from the west bank, and having the fair sport of 

 three or four brace each time, always using small 



