the former is most curious, the castle seeming from the foot of the hill to stand upon a simple slope of turf, whereas in reality just behind it there is an impassable abyss. This inestimable line, the Midland, carries us also to "Miller's Dale," from which station there is a branch at an acute returning angle to Buxton; thence onwards to "Monsal Dale," Hassop, Bakewell, Rowsley, Darley, and Matlock. Monsal Dale, _ipsissima_, has been called the "Arcadia of the Peak." It may be so. Remembering the ancient and golden canon that it is the eye of the lover that makes the beauty, the judgment may be let stand as one that was true and just to the man who pronounced it. The poet asks, "Who can paint like nature?" Surely he forgot the sweet facility of the human heart; in any case, there are no festoons like those woven by the spirit of man. Hassop, the next in order, is the nearest point of departure, on foot, for Chatsworth, though Bakewell has somewhat the advantage as regards scenery upon the way. Bakewell is the centre also for Haddon Hall, reached thence, on foot, in half an hour. Rowsley supplies the carriage-way to Chatsworth, and a shady and retired walk thereto along the western side of the stream. From this point also access is easy to Lathkill Dale, and many another of the gems of Derbyshire. Darley Dale, with its majestic yew, one of the oldest and grandest trees in England, and Matlock, with its mighty Tor, are places for the longest of summer days--we can do with no less--when the sunshine is oriental and sunset is a kaleidoscope.