and seventy; every one of which is twenty-two inches in front, and is the freehold property of the manufacturer who occupies it, who can transfer it to any other manufacturer, (at a premium of about 161.) provided he have served a regular apprenticeship to the making of mixed cloth; without which service no one can be admitted. The white cloth hall contains one thousand two hundred and ten stands, upon the same plan as the other. The hour of sale in the mixed cloth hall is from half-past eight to half-past nine; in thewhite cloth ditto from a quarter before ten to aquarter before eleven. But exclusive of the cloth trade, Leeds is brought upon a par with our first commercial towns by several other considerable manufactories. One for the making of sail-cloth employs nearly eighteen hundred people. The cotton-mill, belonging to Messrs. Coupland, Wilkinson, and Coupland, is a concern of great extent; its grand and complicated operations, carried on by the power of one vast steam-engine, built by Mr. Murray, of Leeds, performing the work of forty horses, by machinery as beautiful and neat as that of a watch. Potteries. and carpet manufactories also contribute to increase the riches of the town, whose advantages are rendered incalculable by rivers and canals, and inexhaustible mines of admirable coals on every side. The promise of a picturesque ruin led us to Kirkstall-Abbey, about three miles from Leedsa little deviation from our road, which amply repaid our trouble. Ascending to the summit of Kirkstall hill, the rich vale in which these remains are situated, watered by the winding river Aire, darkened by deep and lofty woods, and grandly backed by distant hills, opened to us at once a scene of uncommon beauty. The detail of the abbey is equally interesting to the antiquary, as its cathedral presents the compleatest example (as far as it goes) of the architecture of the 12th century, of any in the kingdom. The design is plain, neat, and uniform; the Saracenic arch inclosing the Saxon one at the western end points out that its erection was previous to the discontinuance of the AngloNorman style. Henry de Lacy founded it in 1157, and filled it with Cistercians, whose demesnes were valued at the Reformation at 329l. 28. 11d. As our object was to see every thing that Art or Nature presented worth observation within the limits of our tour, we were led to visit HarewoodHouse, nine miles from Leeds, the seat of Edward Lord Harewood, a magnificent stone mansion, built by the late lord, in 1760; judiciously situated on the slope of a hill, which gives it a view over a park rather pleasing than grand. But nothing within interests the mind; no productions of the arts, unless indeed the labours of the gilder and upholsterer may be considered as deserving that character. Rich hangings and fine furniture may catch the gaze and captivate the fancy of the multitude, but taste and sensibility require some other food, and turn away with satiety from the glitter of golden cornices and the lustre of satin hangings. They will be more gratified in visiting the little ancient church, uniform and neat, half embosomed in a clump of trees in the park, and containing six table monuments, each crowned with two cumbent figures. -Here we find the upright Judge, Sir William Gascoigne, chief justice of the Court of King'sBench, whose spirited conduct in refusing to obey the commands of Henry IV. and bring Archbishop Scroop to trial for treason, and whose coolness and intrepidity in committing the Prince of Wales to prison for interrupting the regular course of justice, are well authenticated in the early chronicles, and highly deserving our admiration. The last fact has been admirably worked up by Shakespeare in the second part of Henry IV.; where he not only pourtrays the virtuous independency of the Judge, but exhibits, in striking colours, the wisdom of a Prince, who loved the law, and was content to rule within its bounds. Sir Richard Redman's tomb lies next, and exhibits the effigies of himself (a knight, and lord of Harewood-Castle) and his Lady Elizabeth, daughter of Sir William Aldburgh, of Harewood. They lived in the reign of Henry VI. Sir William Ryther, knight, and Sybil his wife, repose beneath a third monument; the latter another daughter of Sir William Aldburgh. This is of the age of the former one. Our attention was then directed to the tomb of Sir Richard Redman, knt. grandson of the abovenamed Sir Richard, and his Lady Elizabeth, daughter of Sir William Gascoigne, of Gawthorpe, knt. Adjoining to this is the tomb of Sir John Neville, of Womersley, knight, who died in 1482, and left one daughter, the wife of the renowned Sir William Gascoigne. A sixth ancient tomb contains the ashes of Sir Richard Franks, knt. of the manor of Harewood. Attached to the wall is the tomb of Sir Thomas Denison, knight, who died one of the judges of the King's-Bench in 1765. The epitaph is said to have been written by the late Lord Mansfield, and pays a handsome complimentary tribute to the independence and undaunted respect for the laws, which his great predecessor Sir William Gascoygne exhibited. The ancient Norman castle of Harewood, that stood a few hundred yards from the modern mansion, was more remarkable for beauty of situation than strength. Its remains form a pleasing ruin, rearing their ivy-mantled walls from the broad declivity of a hill, which overlooks the wide vale watered by the river Wharfe. Its history is buried in the darkness of past ages; "It has no name, no honourable note, Its founder is unknown; and all that can be gathered of its history, is a barren list of the names of the families which successively possessed it, till its demolition by the Parliamentarian forces in the civil wars: its lords have been the De Courcies, the Fitz-alans, and the De Redvers. We extended our walk for half a mile beyond the castle, to visit the spot which had given occasion to one of the most beautiful dramatic compositions in our language--the play of Elfrida,' by Mr. Mason; who sacrificing historical truth to effect, has converted the perfidious wife of Athelwold into an angel of light, and fascinated us with a bewitching picture of ideal truth and constancy. The spot in which |