NOTES FOR THE TOURIST. 
Brimx#am Rocks, 9 miles from Ripon, 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 Vale 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 
