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with the most delicate lineaments of Nature's beauty. 

 The opposite walls of the gallery slope upward from 

 the meandering wharf so gently and yet reach the blue 

 ceiling of the sky so near, that all the paintings that 

 panel them are vividly distinct to your eye, and you 

 can group all their lights and shades in the compass of 

 a single glance. 



On the opposite side, half hidden and half revealed 

 among the trees of an ample park, stands Farnley Hall, 

 a historical residence of an old historical family. I had 

 a letter of introduction to the present proprietor, Mr. 

 Fawkes, who, I hope, will not deem it a disparagement 

 to be called one of the Knights of the Shorthorns, a 

 more extensive, useful, and cosmopolitan order than 

 were the Knights of Ehodes or of Malta. Unfortu- 

 nately for me, he was not at home ; but his steward, a 

 very intelligent, gentlemanly and genial man, took me 

 over the establishment, and showed me all the stock 

 that was stabled, mostly bulls of different ages. They 

 were all of the best families of Shorthorn blood, and a 

 better connoisseur of animal life than myself could not 

 have enjoyed the sight of such well-made creatures 

 more thoroughly than I did. The prince of the blood, 

 in my estimation, was "Lord Cobham," a cream-colored 

 bull, with which compared that famous animal in Greek 

 mythology which played himself off as such an Adonis 



