1810.j 
are finely laid eut: but alas! this was not 
the time of year for perceiving their 
beauties. The gallery contains some 
of the best paintings both of old and 
modern masters. One in particular 
struck me in going along: Swindlers 
drawing out a Card. There are many 
beautiful Views in Switzerland. Here 
too is to be seen a fine portrait of the 
celebrated lord Staflord on horseback ; 
and another picture representing three 
kings, all said to be of the Stafford 
family. Visitors are also shewn a room, 
called Queen Anne’s room, where there 
is atable and mirroreframe, both of solid 
silver. ; 
Regretting that the opportunity of 
remaining in the gallery was so extremely 
short, I pushed on to Wentworth House, 
the nowle palace of carl Fitzwilliam, and 
arrived in time to get a good vigw of the 
paintings, These are most valuable, 
being the elite of all the best masters. 
The chief of them are as follows: Jason 
killing the Dragon, by Salvator Rosa; 
Cupid Sleeping, by Guido; a Magdalen, 
by Titian; Bacchus, by sir Joshua Rey 
nolds; Madona and Child, by Raphael : 
there are likewise several good pictures 
by Ostade, Teniers, and Domenichine. 
In other apartments are portraits of 
Charles I. and his queen Henrietta; of 
archbishop Laud ; and of the celebrated 
lord Stafford dictating to his Secretary,. 
In a large ball-room there are bronze 
figures of the Apollo Belvidere; the 
Venus de Medicis; the Antinous; and a 
Contemplating Philosopher, and two 
Dying Gladiators. Over the hall door 
are suspended a surprisingly broad pair 
of elk’s horns, brought from Jord Fitz- 
william’s Irish estates. Within this 
noble mansion it will give every visitor 
pleasure to see an elegant and comforta- 
ble chapel: as well to hear that prayers are 
performed here every evening, when the 
family are at home. The chief object of 
attention in the grounds, is an elegant 
mausoleum to the memory of the 
marquis of Rockingham. The inscrip- 
tion is good, but too long: an inscription, 
Jike an epitaph, should be of such 
dimensions as that he who rans may 
read, | : 
By the time I entered Rotherham it 
was quite dark; so that I had just time 
to take a hasty dinner, and fill up my 
day’s pleasure by going to the play. A 
siralling party were performing some 
wretched piece, by desire of the Tickhill 
volunteers. The chief character, by the 
two brushes which ran from his ears to 
Journal of a Winter Tour from Leeds to London. 
19 
his chin, might have been well calculated 
for the part of Don Ferolos Whiskeran- 
dos. The music was that to which a bear 
would dance: and what little wit there 
was, seemed not ill fitted for a company 
which might be supposed would witness 
such a spectacle. One man sung a song 
betwixt the play and the farce, in the 
character of a cake-seller: each verse 
ended with the genteel burthen of —“ All 
my eyeand BettyMartin.” One, and one 
only, of the stanzasremains in my memory; 
*¢ The ladies they like bride-cake, 
And of this I’m sure and sartain, 
If they say they don’t like the men, 
It’s all my eye and Betty Martin 1” 
The next morning I arose before light, 
and reached Worksop to breakfast. 
At the end of the town, which is quite 
uninteresting, a lodve indicates the. 
entrance to Worksop Manor, a seat of 
the Norfo!k family. It isa much more 
Magnificent mansion than the ridiculous 
piece of mock-antique Arundel Castle 
In its repaired state, to which the pre= 
Sent duke gives the preference as a resi- 
dence. The front is three hundred feet 
in length, not quite so’ noble as that of 
Wentworth House. In the centre is a 
portico of six columns of the Corinthian 
order, surmounted by a pediment which 
is crowned with statues. The park is 
about eight miles in circumference. 
Within, the furniture, portraits, and 
other decorations, are all inthe old style: 
hangings and beds of crimson damask, 
and of sky-blue velvet; the history of 
Joseph in tapestry of Brussels, and rich 
Indian scenery in that of the Gobelins. 
There is a fine allegorical fresco painting 
of the Arts and Sciences, ina gallery, by 
Le Breuger; a_ beautiful portrait of a 
duchess of Milan: many fine paintings, 
chiefly by Vandyke; the chief of which 
is Cain slaying Abel: and in a word, 
all the blood of all the Llowards, preserved 
in the veins of the proprietors of its diffe. 
Tent portions, who frown along the 
deserted galleries, some in armour, some 
in whiskers; and those of a still later 
date, in their large wigs, and square shoes, 
Welbeck, my next object, a seat and 
residence of the duke of Portland, stands 
about five miles from Worksop Manor, 
It is a poor shabby old place ; but within, 
the seat of elegance and hospitality. I 
was received most courteously by a 
housekeeper, who regretted her inability 
to conduct me through the house, the 
family being at home, and all the rooms 
My curiosity was conses 
occupied, 
quently 
