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lie merits. The Agricultural Society of the State 
of New York is looked up to as an example 
throughout the country, and it should be careful to 
avoid even the appearance of being partial or local 
in its proceedings. The national societies of Great 
Britain and Ireland, adopt the course of holding 
their shows in, not only the central, but the ex¬ 
treme parts of the kingdom; and this is one great 
reason of their popularity among all classes. 
&our in No. 15* 
Thinking that our readers had become some¬ 
what satiated with so much upon foreign matters 
as have hitherto found place in this journal, we 
had desisted for several months past, giving 
sketches of the agriculture of England; but hav¬ 
ing recently received so many solicitations to con¬ 
tinue them, we again take up the subject, and 
shall pursue it pretty regularly through the whole 
of our third volume, if such seems to be the pleas¬ 
ure of a majority of our subscribers. Perhaps, to 
these, we may also add sketches of some things 
we saw in Russia, the recollections of which are 
very pleasant, at least to us, yet whether we shall 
make them equally so in relating them to others, 
remains to be seen. 
Chatsworth, Seat of the Duke of Devon¬ 
shire. —In returning from Yorkshire to London on 
the North Midland railroad, we stopped at the 
Chesterfield station, for the purpose of making an 
excursion to Chatsworth, to view the celebrated 
gardens and immense conservatory of this superb 
place. It was a raw morning in August, and as 
we jumped from a confined seat in the rail-coach, 
we were glad to be on our feet once more, and 
have an opportunity of rousing our blood by a 
smart walk from the station into the town. We 
stopped at the Angel inn, took a hearty breakfast, 
and while waiting a gig being made ready to con¬ 
vey us to Chatsworth, stepped out for a stroll over 
the place. Chesterfield is a dingy old town, of 
about 6,000 inhabitants, and has little to recom¬ 
mend it to the notice of strangers, save the spire 
of All Saints’ Church. This rises to the height 
of 230 feet, is curiously channeled, and covered 
with lead, and is so much out of perpendicular, as 
to attract marked attention in passing it, even 
when at a considerable distance. It being mar¬ 
ket-day, the town was thronged with farmers 
from the country, exposing stock and agricultural 
products in the square for sale. There was little 
in these, however, deserving particular attention, 
and after giving them a hasty look, we returned 
to the inn. As we came up, a dapper waiter an¬ 
nounced the “ oss and gig as Aall readywhen 
in we jumped, and set out for Chatsworth at a 
round pace, distant,, if we recollect right, about 8 
miles. 
Derbyshire possesses the wildest and most bro¬ 
ken scenery of any county in England, and after 
passing over the flat surface of Yorkshire, it was 
quite a relief to find ourselves trotting up and 
down along a road winding picturesquely around 
high hills, and over deep narrow dales. An 
hour’s drive or so, brought us to the pretty little 
village of Edensor, close by the inn of which, is 
the entrance to Chatsworth. The village is sit¬ 
uated within the park, and is the property of the 
Duke, and certainly it is the most charming one 
we ever saw. Every cottage is of stone, and no 
two alike in their architecture. One is a mimic 
Gothic castle ; another a cottage ornee; a third in 
the Elizabethan, a fourth in the Swiss, and per¬ 
haps a fifth in the Tudor style. Everything then 
was so complete about them—the pretty gardens 
full of flowers—the hedges so neatly trimmed—the 
yards, laid down with the greenest and softest of 
turf, and the shrubbery so tastefully planted! 
These were the residences of the laborers on the 
estate, the possession of which any one might envy 
them, and desire to be able to call his home. At¬ 
tached to the village is a fine old church, and 
around it an ample yard, handsomely walled in 
with strong mason-work. Altogether, this vil¬ 
lage is quite a gem in its way, and we were going 
to add, an epitome of its owner’s heart; for on all 
his estates, whether in England or Ireland, the 
Duke of Devonshire has made it a point to protect 
and bountifully provide for his people. There is 
no want, or suffering, or seeking the poor-house, 
by the tenantry, allowed by this kind-hearted, be¬ 
nevolent man. 
Turning from Edensor, and ascending a mound¬ 
like hill to the left of the carriage-road, the palace 
and the grounds of Chatsworth appear to the 
greatest advantage. Immediately below is the 
river Derwent,tracing its sparkling course through 
a rich vale, where were perhaps 1,500 deer brows¬ 
ing or taking their gambols. A handsome stone 
bridge spans the river, and just beyond, the ground 
rises in terraces to a narrow plain, where stand 
the noble palace, with its out-buildings, and the 
immense conservatory, in magnificent grandeur. 
Back of these rises a lofty hill, the steep sides of 
which are thickly planted with forest-trees, and 
the summit is crowned with a high tower of octa¬ 
gonal shape, built of stone. We were received at 
