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Hies tied to the finest drawn-gut points. And for 

 the remainder of my six weeks' stay I was equally 

 successful and as happy and content as any dry-fly 

 enthusiast could wish ; indeed, I was enraptured 

 with the scenery between Rowsley and BakewelL 

 The verdant meadows of the hill -bounded valley 

 through which the river winds its silvery way are 

 made park-like by small groups of stately trees, 

 with, here and away, solitary giants having free 

 space to wave their arms about in, and whisper to the 

 passing wind, or, when ^Eolus rages, to toss their 

 branches in fury. And the Wye as a trout stream is 

 perfect. My total bag was sixty-eight brace, includ- 

 ing six and a half brace of grayling. This sport 

 was pleasantly diversified by walks or drives to 

 explore the Lathkill valley, to Staunton Moor to 

 see the Druidical remains, a circle of stones called 

 the Nine Ladies ; to visit Chatsworth ; Buxton, 

 with its thousands of fashionable visitors ; Hard- 

 wick Hall, Belvoir Castle, Matlock Bath, and other 

 places. But a visit to Bakewell Church must be 

 briefly described. 



At Bakewell Church Dorothy Vernon's and her 

 husband's remains lie beneath a quaint monument 

 of the period, and when the church was last restored 

 these remains were viewed. Some of her hair 

 (yellow) and six brass hair-pins were found with the 

 bones. Sir John's skull was of the retreating-fore- 



