Nooks and Corners of Lancashire and Cheshire.: A Wayfarer's Notes in the Palatine Counties, Historical, Legendary, Genealogical, and Descriptive.Croston, James
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Nooks and Corners of Lancashire and Cheshire.: A Wayfarer's Notes in the Palatine Counties, Historical, Legendary, Genealogical, and Descriptive.
Croston, James
Cheshire (England); Lancashire (England)
Southwards, near the foot of the Kerridge range, lies the old and
somewhat dingy-looking town of Macclesfield, the view of which is,
however, happily shut out by intervening plantations and the eminence
on which stands Bonishall, for a time the residence of Lord Erskine,
the grandson of the distinguished Lord Chancellor, and occupying
the site of an older house, where, in the days of the Virgin Queen,
a branch of the Pigots of Butley, had their abode. Round towards
the right, through the openings in the dark belt of trees, the long
crescent-like sweep of Alderley Edge is seen rising sheer from the
plain to a considerable elevation, and extending a couple of miles or
so, with its rough projecting rocks full of changeful picturesqueness
of indentation, and rich in their exquisite variety of form and
colour. The steep slopes are clothed with vegetation and crested with
a miniature forest of pines and fir trees that mingle their dark-hued
verdure with the brighter foliage of the oak and the birch, making a
little fairyland of woodland beauty, the natural charm of which is
heightened by the cloud-shadows gliding slowly across. With a keen eye
Stormy Point can be discerned standing out a mass of sombre crag, in
striking contrast to the scenery around. The Beacon close by reminds
us of the troublous times when our grandfathers were in daily dread of
invasion, and erected this signal that they might pass the warning on
should their Gallic neighbours put foot on British soil. The Edge is
not without its tale of wonder, nor will it lose the recollection of
it while the sign of “The Wizard” adorns the neighbouring hostelry, or
“The Iron Gates” that of its rival. But we are not now concerned with
the legend of the countless milk-white steeds or the nine hundred and
ninety-nine slumbering knights—“the wondrous cavern’d band”—
Doom’d to remain till that fell day,
When foemen marshall’d in array,
And feuds intestine shall combine
To seal the ruin of our line.
Our walk has brought us to the lawn in front of the mansion, but before
we enter let us take a glance at the past history of the house and its
possessors.
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