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Choice Stories from Dickens' Household Words

Choice Stories from Dickens' Household Words

Dickens, Charles

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1235672662
ISBN13: 9781235672668
Publisher: General Books
Weight: 0.23
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854. Excerpt: ... VIII. I.--THE CHILD'S TRAGEDY. rpHEEE is no really beautiful part of this king-dom so little known as the Peak of Derbyshire. Matlock, with its tea-garden trumpery, and mock-heroic wonders; Buxton, with its bleak hills and fashionable bathers; the truly noble Chatsworth and the venerable Haddon, engross almost all that the public generally have seen of the Peak. It is talked of as a land of mountains, which in reality are only hills; but its true beauty lies in valleys that have been created by the rending of the earth in some primeval convulsion, and which present a thousand charms to the eyes of the lover of nature. How deliciously do the crystal waters of the Wye and the Dove rush along such valleys, or dales, as they are called. With what a wild variety do the gray rocks soar up amid their woods and copses. How airily stand in the clear heavens the lofty limestone precipices, and the gray edges of rock gleam ont from the bare green downs--there never called downs. What a genuine Saxon air is there cast over the population, what a Saxon bluntness salutes you in their speech! It is into the heart of this region that we propose now to carry the reader. Let him suppose himself with us now on the road from Ashford-inthe-water to Tideswell. We are at the BullsHead, a little inn on that road. There is nothing to create wonder, or a suspicion of a hidden Arcadia in anything you see, but another step forward, and--there! There sinks a world of valleys at your feet. To your left lies the delicious Mongol Dale. Old Finn Hill lifts his gray head grandly over it. Hobthrush's Castle stands bravely forth in the hollow of his side--gray, and desolate, and mysterious. The sweet Wye goes winding and sounding at his feet, amid its narrow green meadows, green as the emer...

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