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retains its original character. This is the 

 Mumps' Ha', or Beggars' Hotel. It used to 

 be kept by a treacherous old landlady called 

 Mag Mumps. Mag is buried in the neigh- 

 bouring churchyard of Upper Denton. Her 

 tombstone bears the following inscription : — 

 "Mumps Hall. Here lies the body of 

 Margaret Carricky, wife of Tho. Carrick, 

 who departed this life 4th of Deem., 1717, 

 in the looth year- of her age." Near her 

 tombstone is that of her daughter, who kept 

 the house after her : — " Here lieth the body 

 of Margaret Teasdale, of Mumps' Hall, who 

 died May 5th, 1777, aged 98 years. 



' What I -was once, some may relate ; 



What I am now is each one's fate ; 



What I shall be, none can explain, 



Till He that called, call again.'" 

 We then went on to the Shaws Hotel. This 

 magnificent edifice was erected at a cost of 

 /lo.ooo by the late George Gill Mounsey, 

 Esq., of Castletown, Carlisle. It is built on 

 the side of the old hotel, which was burnt 

 to the ground on the 27th of August, 1859. 



Mr. Parkin has a photograph studio in 

 the grounds for the spaing season. The 

 hotel is surrounded by beautiful fiiower- 

 gardens and shrubberies, and will accom- 

 modate two hundred visitors. The path 

 down to the spa leads directly from the 

 outer gate of the hotel grounds. For the 

 first fifty yards it is arched by the inter- 

 lacing branches of trees, and the rest of the 

 way is bounded on the left by the lofty 

 strata of rock, and on the right by the swift- 

 flowing Irthing. Bath-rooms and refresh- 

 ment-rooms occupy the river side. At the 

 end of this walk, and at the very base of a 

 precipice towering ninety feet overhead, the 

 medicinal waters, sparkling with sulphurated 

 gas, are pouring through a pipe into a small 

 basin at the rate of two-and-a-half gallons 

 per minute. After drinking of the water we 

 crossed the wooden bridge over the Irthing. 

 Again we pursue the upward course and 

 soon we once more gain the river side. 

 Here the imposing geological conformation 



of the opposite rocks is seen to fine effect. 

 Now we cross the Irthing on stepping-stones, 

 and still going upward, we walk along a 

 pretty and favourite promenade, which con- 

 ducts to the Popping Stone and Kissing 

 Bush of Sir Walter Scott. Next we pass 

 green grove cottages, turn into the wood on 

 the left, and there see the ferruginous or 

 chalybeate spring trickling from the rock_ 

 From the brow of the abrupt precipice over- 

 looking the Sulphur Spa, the Irthing can be 

 traced for miles, now encompassed by rough 

 crags dashing over its rude bed. A mile 

 and a half further up the river tumbles over 

 lofty rocks, forming a waterfall of great 

 beauty. Indeed, in this country of charming 

 streams there is not one more lovely than 

 the Irthing. We then wound our way back, 

 and in coming up to the Shaws Hotel we 

 took a beautiful specimen of Eurymene do'lo- 

 hraria. We then refreshed ourselves and 

 retraced our steps to the station after one 

 of the most enjoyable days I ever spent. 

 Tuesday morning I started from Brampton 

 to Carlisle, and had a few hours to spend 

 there before I could get a train for Bradford, 

 so I went to the cathedral and round the 

 castle and then on to Stanwin, which is a 

 pretty little village through which the river 

 Eden flows. At i.io I left Carlisle by the 

 Midland in the Pulman's car, and reached 

 Bradford at 4.15, well satisfied with my out. 



James Varley. Almondbury Bank. 

 July 8th, 1876. 



BRITISH MOTHS. 



By John E. Robson. 



THE GENUS DIANTH^CIA. 



The names of no less than ten species of 

 the genus Diant1i(Soia are now to be found 

 in the catalogues of British Lepidoptera. 

 Five and twenty years ago when Stainton's 

 Manual was published, only half that number 



