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SECTION I.

Last Excursion into Derbyshire.---Reflections on the word, Last.---Meersbrook House.---Samuel Shore, Esq.---Old House at Norton Lees.--Walk from Heeley to Norton.---Norton Hall and Park.---Norton House and the Oakes.--Manor of Norton.

My fourth and last excursion into Derbyshire was made chiefly for the purpose of exploring the scenery of the RIVER DOVE, and completing my original design of " travelling through the mountainous parts of Derbyshire, and visiting every place worthy of notice in the High and Low Peak; especially those sequestered spots which lie within the dales that determine the course of the three principal rivers, the WYE, the DERWENT, and the DovE." Every place, indeed, through which I may pass in my progress to, or my return from, the picturesque windings of this romantic stream, is entitled to attention, providing that any thing connected with it, is sufficiently important to elicit observation, and compensate for the delay it may occasion. This present excursion, will, if I may be permitted to use the expression, be more erratic than the preceding ones, and embrace a much greater extent and variety of ground. To reach the river Dove, a considerable part of the county, extending from Yorkshire to the borders of Staffordshire, must be traversed; in doing which, the most interesting road will be selected, and my return will include some

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objects not comprehended within that part of the county usually denominated the Peak, but which by a Derbyshire tourist cannot be entirely omitted.

I have called this my last excursion. last excursion. What a train of serious reflections and associations are excited by this little monosyllable ; there is something in the word itself, that checks the playfulness of every lighter thought, and gives a chastened and sober tone to feeling. My` various perambulations along the heathy moors, and through the dales of Derbyshire, have been accompanied with so much of actual enjoyment, that the idea of having seen them for the last time, cannot be contemplated without sensations of regret. The bidding a final adieu to scenes rendered dear and interesting by pleasing recollections, with a feeling that we may never more behold them, is somewhat like taking an everlasting farewell of a friend whom we sincerely love, whose kindness and companionship have endeared existence, and strewn a few perishable roses amongst the thorns of life.

Early on a fine May morning my companion and myself commenced our tour, and crossing Meersbrook at the little village of Heeley, we entered Derbyshire about one mile from the town of Sheffield. The river Sheaf was on our right, babbling and sparkling amongst shades of elms, poplars, and alders. The moment we were admitted within the boundary line of this interesting county, we felt the beauty of the surrounding scenery. A noble sheet of water, of many acres, lay on our right; beyond, rising above an intervening screen of lofty foliage, which was vividly reflected on the surface of the water, part of the town of Sheffield appeared, backed with a range

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