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â..On rising the hill beyond it (in the road to Tideswell) a wall guards a precipice on the left, from whence is a most enchanting scene. The bottom is a narrow dale, called Monsall Dale, running between the mountains on your left hand, and, opposite to the place where you stand, winding round the corner of a projecting hill, and at length lost behind another, which seems to close the vale. It is watered by the lively little river Wye, which rising near Buxton, about 10 miles off, finds its way between the hills and runs through this dale, by Ashford, Bakewell, and Haddon hall, into the Derwent. The descent from this point of view is steep and abrupt; at the bottom stands a farm house, in a most picturesque situation, shaded by some trees, and just by is a rustic wooden bridge over the stream, resting on some rocks, and forming a communication with the opposite ground. The river runs round a small island; here it breaks over the rocks, there it steals softly along, and twisting in a thousand meanders, is at length lost behind the point of a hill...'