of the Paris Exposition. It was a very singular thing that none were taken there, so far as I ever heard. Near the close of the exposition I had another visit from Mr. Allen. He had been sent over by our associates to see for himself and to report to them what I had really accomplished. He stayed with me a little while after our return to Manchester. Mr. Whitworth treated us with the greatest civility. On his invitation we rode out to his country home and spent the day with him. This visit is worth recording. His estate lay in Derbyshire, adjacent to Chatsworth, the well-known seat of the Duke of Devonshire. It occupied a rather broad valley, extending to the sky-line of high ranges of hills on each side, and comprised three thousand acres. He told me that three adjoining estates fell into the market, one after another, and he succeeded in getting the whole of them. In the middle of this valley was a lower isolated hill, containing stone quarries that had been worked from time immemorial, and which, when he bought, were surrounded by unsightly heaps of débris. Mr. Whitworth had closed the quarries, covered these heaps with earth on which trees were then growing, and transformed the whole into most picturesque ornamental grounds. After lunch Mr. Whitworth took his cane and, with a step as sprightly as a schoolboy’s, led us a tramp over this region. In the quarries he had formed galleries at different elevations. Finally, at the top of the hill, commanding views of his whole estate, he had leveled a space about 100 by 200 feet and surrounded it with a rustic battlement of rocks. Here a grassy sward smooth and level as a billiard table was used as a croquet ground, this being at that time a universal outdoor game in England. He had a democratic park. It had no wall, and wire fences were as yet unknown, so he could not keep deer. But on his fields we saw many cattle grazing. He told us he was raising blooded stock, and expected the next year to commence annual sales. We observed the very pleasant house beautifully located in the valley, but he told us he was planning to remove it and build a baronial hall in its place. I learned afterwards from Mr. Hoyle that he had for some time kept two London architects employed on designs for this hall, which designs he then employed another draftsman to combine into a plan to suit himself, but had not as yet determined on anything. As he was an old man, and had no one in the world to leave this estate to, I could account for his devotion to it only by his restless temperament, that must always find some new outlet for his energy.