here till Warburton's time; went to the Deanery, its entrance-room is beautiful; a Baronial hall, fine and curious octagonal kitchen, with separate kitchens for the monks, and their great oven, their almonry, all almost the same as left by them. Went over to the Castle, or Bishop's Palace, which, now, is also the present Durham University; the entrance-gate is grand. Went up the great carved oak stairway, into the dining hall; among others here, is a portrait of De Wellesley, brother of the Duke of Wellington. He is a canon resident here, and his likeness a fac-simile of the duke. It was just the lunch-time of the students, and after looking in the old rooms where the bishop and assize judges lodge, and at the fine old Norman doorway to the college hall, left for hotel; lunched, and took carriage for Brauncepeth Castle, some four miles off; anciently the seat of the Warwicks, but for some years past the property of William Russell, Esq., a London merchant. It is restored in fine order; the exterior is stately, and a grand specimen of the old battlemented Gothic. The owner was at home and declined all visitors; stepped over to the curious old church near by, the Nevilles' church. In the chancel lie Lord and Lady Neville; the oldest church I have yet seen. A Crusader lies against the wall, in the north aisle; a suit of plate armor answers for a stove or grate, with high carved black oak pews, centuries old, but still strong and stately; Norman pillars, mouldy with age, and a curious old clock

in the west end. Came back to Durham, dined, and took cars for Newcastle, where arrived at 8, P. M., at Queen's Head Hotel.

5TH-Rose early; walked about Newcastle. There is a fine new bridge building here; Pilgrim and Grey streets are the best streets; Nelson's monument and the Old Church are near by. Was out but for half an hour. Took quarter to ten train to Morpeth, some ten miles; found the ltttle village full of strangers, for the great spring fair here, when the annual hiring of servants, according to the custom in this country, occurs. Took carriage on to Alnwick, twenty miles, over a beautiful rolling country, with fine views, through neat hedge-rows and a fine road. Arrived at about half-past five; leaving my baggage at the White Swan Inn, kept here for forty-three years, walked right on to the castle, from the entrance of Alnwick, and of Coney street, where is a great old stone archway, called Hotspur's Gate. This is the seat of the Percys. Entering the castle by the noble barbican, its battlements all around crowned with armed figures, the porter led me on to the armory of Northumberland, (the Duke mounted and armed seventeen hundred of his tenantry at the time of the French threatened invasion, the bloody gap, the dungeons, petards, heads of the stone figures, great oak door; the Museum, the Sally Port, the various Keeps; and walked on the walls still planted with cannon; the base of the castle hill slopes sweetly to the Aln river, which sweeps away to Holme Park. Next went through the interior of the

Castle through numerous chambers, all recently and superbly furnished; finely moulded ceilings; carpets similar; crimson satin tapestry on the saloons and baronial dining hall; fine portraits in the superb saloon; and the ceiling here is concentric. An exquisite Gothic chapel and stained glass candelabrum; and tomb of the late duchess; grand stairway and ceiling, moulded with shield of arms, and the standards royal, borne at the coronation of George IV., and herald trumpets of silver. The superb Library and other rooms, are made beautifully to follow the exterior shape of the towers, and are each of different color, and style; the mouldings on the ceilings and window embrasures are in white and gold, the rooms and saloon are red and crimson; library is in pale green; breakfast room is of the color of ashes of roses; dining hall is of blue, etc., and all arranged in suites; everything is in exquisite taste. The late Duke of Northumberland died a few weeks since; the Dowager Duchess, whose miniature I saw in the saloon, had gone up to town a week before. The duke's real estates are managed by two Commissioners and twelve Bailiffs; his income is said to be five millions sterling. On return, dined and took post chaise to Chat Hall, the next station; this is the only break on the line of railway between London and Edinburgh. (The railway has been since completed.) Heavy rain; got in the cars and arrived at Berwick, on Tweed, about 10, P. M. Town full; slept at lodgings. 6TH. After breakfast, walked about the walls of old Berwick. From the castle and Wellington Terrace, view

of the North Sea and up the river Tweed is very fine.

There is nothing of interest in the town. 10, A. M., for Edinburgh, a beautiful ride.

Took train at

The North Sea

is immediately on your right hand, for nearly the whole way. Passed Dunbar, Seton, Delaval, Preston Pans, Colonel Gardner's House and Battle field; the old stone wall which broke the charge, at that action; the Thorn Tree, still alive, marking the scene of the greatest slaughter; and arrived at Edinburgh at about 12, M. Drove to the Waterloo Hotel, in full view of Scott's and Nelson's monuments; walking about after dinner, went over Scott's monument to the top; returned, and wrote letter to W. B. M., and retired; received an invite from Mr. H., of Drummond Place, to breakfast.

7TH.-Breakfasted with Mr. H. at 9, A. M.; left about ten, went over through the Canongate to Holyrood Palace; saw the old rooms Queen of Mary; her beautiful miniature, and needle-work, and furniture, and very curious bed; the Stuart pictures, the paintings of George the Fourth, of Montrose, McNab, Nell Gwynne, Albermarle, and Charles the Tenth; from there looked through the fine Park, the old Chapel Royal, the Breadalbane Rooms, and then went over to Arthur's Seat, from which the finest view of the city is obtained, and then for beautiful Mid Lothian and Duddingston Loch; walked on, for a couple of miles, by the new road, on the Craigs, called the Queen's drive, to the pretty village of Duddingston; looked in the old church, quite

curious, and looks pretty with the fine swan pond of Sir Robert Dick in front. Beyond, in front, on the hills, Craigsmuller Castle, and afar off among the trees, is the seat of the Marquis of Abercorn, the patron of this hamlet Returned by coach, passing by the Regent Terrace, Burns' Monument, Calton Hill, etc., on to the Castle; tramped around it; saw old Mons Meg, the twenty-five pounder, and the Scotch Regalia, which are most superb, and so curious for their preservation. Went through the armory; there are seven thousand stand of arms, nearly all of Waterloo muskets; the 76th foot are a garrison here. Came down from this grand hill to the Parthenon, or Gallery of Art, built in that style in Princess street, the next corner to Scott's monument; there were no paintings there, but a fine gallery of casts; drove off in Newington car, to Dr. James P.'s; not in town; left letter and card; returning, walked around the University of Edinburgh, and from the window of the Humanities Lecture Room, down College Wynd, saw the house where Sir Walter was born. He lived in George street. His last son, Colonel Sir Walter, who died lately at the Cape of Good Hope, aged about forty years, was brought here on the 5th instant, to be taken thence to Dryburgh. home to tea; journalized and retired.

Came

8TH.-Walked up South Bridge street to the University. The janitor showed me into the Senate Hall, a commanding apartment; then into its library of one hundred thousand volumes. The lower story is arranged in recesses, crowded