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for the well known watering place, Buxton, still in Derby- 

 shire. The country here is barren, rocky, but so pictu- 

 resque that the want of trees is almost atoned for. The 

 road winds along a very narrow valley for several miles, 

 bringing a vast variety of detached views before us, all 

 extremely agreeable to the sight. The scantiness of 

 vegetable growth forces the cattle to risk much to obtain 

 food, and now and then when seeing a bull, on bent knee 

 with outstretched neck, putting out his tongue to seize 

 the few grasses hanging over the precipices, I was alarmed 

 for his safety. The Hawk here soars in vain; after re- 

 peated rounds he is forced to abandon the dreary steep, 

 having espied only a swift Kingfisher. Suddenly the view 

 was closed, a high wall of rock seemed to put an end to 

 bur journey, yet the chaise ran swiftly down-hill, and turn- 

 ing a sharp angle afforded delight to our eyes. Here we 

 alighted and walked to view the beauties around at our 

 leisure, and we reached the large inn, the Crescent, 

 where I met the American consul, my friend Mr. Maury, 

 who has visited this place regularly for twenty-five years. 

 We had what my friends called a luncheon ; I considered 

 it an excellent dinner, but the English eat heartily. On 

 our resuming our journey a fine drizzle set in, and as we 

 neared Manchester the air became thick with coal smoke, 

 the carts, coaches, and horsemen gradually filled the road, 

 faces became less clean and rosy, and the children had 

 none of the liveliness found amongst those in the Derby- 

 shire Hills. I dreaded returning to the town, yet -these 

 days among the beauties of England in such delightful 

 society are enough to refresh one after years of labor. 



Manchester, October IS, Sunday. I went to the Unita- 

 rian Chapel to hear a sermon from the Rev. John Taylor, 

 but to my regret he had gone to preach elsewhere, and I 

 , was obliged to content myself with another, — not quite so 

 practical a sermon as I care for. I dined and spent the 

 night at Mr. Bentley's ; after retiring to my room I was 



