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BOLTON PRIORY.
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trees ; there the river Wharf, fending up a mufical but melan-
choly found, a Render waterfall thrown from a purple heathery
height juft beyond, with the pidturefque old parfonage and
other houfes lying amongft their trees, and beyond, the wooded
valley ftretching away amid rocks and foreft hills, and the old
tower of Barden doling the diftant fcene. What a beau ideal
of a rural parfonage was that, with its old ivied porch, and, above
it, its ancient efcutcheon on its little tower, its garden and
fhrubberies ! There then lived the venerable Mr. Carr, the
redtor, who loved the place like a poet, and had done fo much
to open up its beauties to the feet and the eyes of ftrangers.
He it was who had conftrudfed the little chapel in the centre
of the trees.—
In the fluttered fabric’s heart
Remaineth one protected part—■
A rural chapel, neatly dreft,
In covert like a little neft;
And thither young and old repair
On Sabbath-day, for praife and prayer.
The White Doe of Ry If on.
What a day was that. Wordfworth and Whitaker had gone
before us, and all the valley and the hills and the air were full
of the memories of people and events that made the whole
facred ground. There Rood the tower of Richard Moon, the
laft prior, who was eclipfed by the burly fhadow of bluff Harry,
and left his work unfinifhed. There it ftands, with its fine
receding arch embellifhed with fhields and ftatues, and its grand
perpendicular window ftands like a fcreen at the weftern
entrance. Oppofite is feen the fmall fhooting-lodge of the
Duke of Devonfhire, to whom this property has defcended
from the Cliffords, and which has been conftrudfed out of the
ancient gateway of the priory.
Croffing the river by large folid ftepping-ftones, we made
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trees ; there the river Wharf, fending up a mufical but melan-
choly found, a Render waterfall thrown from a purple heathery
height juft beyond, with the pidturefque old parfonage and
other houfes lying amongft their trees, and beyond, the wooded
valley ftretching away amid rocks and foreft hills, and the old
tower of Barden doling the diftant fcene. What a beau ideal
of a rural parfonage was that, with its old ivied porch, and, above
it, its ancient efcutcheon on its little tower, its garden and
fhrubberies ! There then lived the venerable Mr. Carr, the
redtor, who loved the place like a poet, and had done fo much
to open up its beauties to the feet and the eyes of ftrangers.
He it was who had conftrudfed the little chapel in the centre
of the trees.—
In the fluttered fabric’s heart
Remaineth one protected part—■
A rural chapel, neatly dreft,
In covert like a little neft;
And thither young and old repair
On Sabbath-day, for praife and prayer.
The White Doe of Ry If on.
What a day was that. Wordfworth and Whitaker had gone
before us, and all the valley and the hills and the air were full
of the memories of people and events that made the whole
facred ground. There Rood the tower of Richard Moon, the
laft prior, who was eclipfed by the burly fhadow of bluff Harry,
and left his work unfinifhed. There it ftands, with its fine
receding arch embellifhed with fhields and ftatues, and its grand
perpendicular window ftands like a fcreen at the weftern
entrance. Oppofite is feen the fmall fhooting-lodge of the
Duke of Devonfhire, to whom this property has defcended
from the Cliffords, and which has been conftrudfed out of the
ancient gateway of the priory.
Croffing the river by large folid ftepping-ftones, we made