Moor," which, with interest, amounted to £5600, and some £9000 to be provided out of the borough rates. The site is what is known as the "Church Lands," on the west of the town, and presents an undulatory surface, terminating in Revidge Hill, on the summit of which has been erected a fort on which are mounted the two Sebastopol guns presented to Blackburn by the Government, and some other cannon. The Park is about fifty acres in extent, and besides the oak and other trees already on the estate, other trees and shrubs have been planted, lakes, terraces, and promenades have been formed, and a bowling-green, archery-ground, &c., provided. Mr. Pilkington, of Blackburn, added a large fountain with a jet seventy feet high, and two smaller fountains. Seven miles from Blackburn, on the road to Clitheroe, in a N.N.E. direction, is WHALLEY, a parish, township, and village in the hundred of Blackburn and the

honour of Clithe

roe. It is the largest parish in the county,and one of the largest in the kingdom, containing 47 townships, and has an area of 180 square miles. The church is a large structure, principally in the Early English style, of which the chancel is a very fine specimen. The interior contains

eighteen ancient screen-work, brought

stalls, and some considerable remains of good from the old Abbey. The village is chiefly celebrated for the venerable ruins of its Abbey, which exhibit portions in the Early, Decorated and Later styles of English architecture. These remains are still very numerous, and show the former magnificence of this important and

stately monastic building. The engraving page 11 represents the Chapter-house; and that portion of the ruins, the Abbot's Chapel, displays the peculiar excellencies of the architecture.

This abbey was founded in 1296 by, Henry Lacey, Earl of Lincoln, in honour of the Blessed Virgin Mary, for monks of the Cistercian order, whose revenue at the time of the dissolution was £551 4s. 6d. The last abbot was executed in the reign of Henry VIII., for his share in the insurrection designated the "Pil

grimage of Grace."

The abbot's house

has been renovated, and turned into a modern residence.

Near Whalley are Read Hall and Clerk Hill, and four miles beyond, at Great Mitton, Bashall, near which, on the river Ribble, is Waddon Hall, a fine mansion romantically situated near the banks of the river.

OTHING, almost, save an undulating series of Lancashire hills, calls for the notice of the tourist from Preston until he reaches Lancaster. We may remark, however, that Garstang, midway between the two former towns, presents some attractions to the angler; the river Wyre, on the left bank of which Garstang is situated, abounding with trout, gudgeon, &c. The church of the parish once belonged to the Abbey of Cockersand. In the vicinity are several cotton factories, and the ruins of Greenhalgh Castle, which the Earl of Derby garrisoned for Charles I. in 1643. It was sub

sequently dismantled by the Parliament.

The name of the town appears

to be of Saxon origin, and was anciently called Gayrstang, probably from Garri, a Saxon Thane, who is said to have been its first resident lord. Three miles west of Garstang is Pilling-moss, the scene of a phenomenon of which the following account is given in the "Philosophical Transactions," No. 475, January 26th, 1744-5: “A part of Pilling-moss was observed to rise to a surprising height, and after a short time it sank as much below the level, and moved slowly towards the south side, and in half-an-hour it covered twenty acres of land. The improved land adjoining to that part of the moss which moved, in a concave circle, containing about one hundred acres, was nearly filled up with moss and water. That part of the moss which sank remained like the bed of a river, running from north to south, above a mile in length and half-a-mile in breadth." A considerable portion of the moss has been reclaimed of late years and successfully converted to agricultural uses, whilst the margin supplies an abundance of turf.

Passing the stations of SCORTON, BAY HORSE and GALGATE, we reach LANCASTER, at a distance of twenty-one miles from our starting-point, at Preston. It is a parish, borough, and port, the capital of the county palatine of Lancashire. The parish contains, in the hundred of Lonsdale, the chapelries of Caton, Gressingham, Overton, Poulton, and OverWyersdale, and the townships of Aldcliffe, Ashton-with-Stodday Bare, Bulk, Heaton-with-Oxcliffe, Middleton, Quern-moor, Scotforth, Skerton, Thurnham and Torrisholme; and in the hundred of Amounderness, the townships of Fulwood, Myerscough and Preesalt-with-Hackersall, and the chapelries of Bleasdale and Stalmine-with-Stanall. It has an area of 66,000 acres; population, 14,604. It is intersected by the Lune, the canal from Preston to Kendal, and the railways. The township is situated on the south bank of the Lune, and contains most part of the town. The river, after passing southwards, under the canal aqueduct between the townships of Bulk and Skerton, and running in the same direction to the town, suddenly changes its course to the west, and opens by successive sweeps through its arid but shallow estuary into Lancaster Bay. It has now a depth of water up to the town of 14 feet 10 inches, and of 25 feet at Glasson Dock, at high water.

Besides upholstery and furniture, for which Lancaster has long been noted, cotton and silk are the chief articles of manufacture. Ship and

boat building are carried on, though not to so great an extent as formerly. Sailcloth, cordage, &c., are manufactured. The trade of the port is now chiefly coastwise. A considerable foreign trade, especially with the West Indies, was possessed by Lancaster until transferred to Liverpool. But though the West Indian trade has been on the decline, the American and Russian are still considerable. The principal exports are mahogany furniture, saddlery, shoes, cottons, woollens, soap, candles, and provisions. The trade of Lancaster has been much impeded by the shoals in the Lune estuary, which rendered it extremely difficult for vessels of 250 tons to approach the town, but a dock was formed at Glasson, about five miles below the town, goods being brought up to the old and new quays in lighters; a cut was also made from Glasson to the Lancaster Canal, and the channel of the river itself has been much deepened up to the town.

Though the poet has told us, and told us truly, when hymning the praises of our dear native island home, that it is

"A lovely spot for all that life can ask;"

yet may it be said as truthfully, that in all broad England there is no spot upon its fair surface, that presents to the eye a sweep of panoramic

LANCASTER, FROM THE LADIES' WALK.

(From an Engraving published by Mr. Edmondson.)

scenery, so varied in its character, as that which enchants the beholder

when standing on one or other of the delightful eminences which abound in and about the fine old historic town of Lancaster. Looking thence, whether to this side or that, he beholds a far-spreading picture of surpassing interest. At his feet reposes the glorious old town, its timehonoured Castle rising proudly and magnificently from its midst, whilst the placid Lune meanders in graceful curve around its base, and, widening as it flows, finally mingles its broad stream with the waters of old ocean. Beyond this foreground of varied beauty, the sea itself, to the margin of the far off horizon, occupies its ever-pleasing place in this matchless picture, and, by its ebb and flow, imparts to the mid-ground scenery an alternation of feature as peculiar as it is attractive. When the retiring sea, obedient to laws unerring and inscrutable, leaves the expansive estuary of Morecambe for its appointed period, the wide sweep of sand alone spreads its even surface to the view, not of aspect wearisome as the desert wastes of less favoured lands, but sparkling with hues of divers tints, and alive with busy members of the human family seeking their subsistence from the kindly deposits of marine life which the now absent tide has left at their disposal. Anon, the ocean flow returns. The broad bay is again filled from shore to shore. And how beautiful the scene! How, like a mirror, the glassy sea here reflects the ruddy sail of the fisher's bark-there the tall masts of the treasure-laden trading ship—and again the steam and smoke and graceful outline of the pleasure craft, filled with pleasure-seekers for the opposite shore, where the glorious Abbey ruins of fertile Furness preserve their time-worn attractions for the delighted tourist. Beyond the placid surface of the noble bay, to the left, in dim distance the remains of that ancient border defence, Pile Foudry, rise as it were from the bosom of the sea, and, if the sky be clear, at even-tide the lofty island-range of old Mona, far, far off though it be, may be seen in blue and mist-like distance. A sweep of the vision to the right reveals, nearest, the sloping shores which form the western and northern margins of the bay, and then, in heaped up magnificence, arise the mountain peaks of Cumberland and Westmoreland, their outline, here strongly marked against the grey sky-there, broken by the fleecy interposition of a passing cloud; and all by their united glories, constituting a back ground, if not entirely Alpine, or Andean, or Himalayan, at least magnificent and commanding to a degree surpassed