JULY 9.

Breakfasted at Mr. Garrick’s. 
Visited Miss Vyse[1164]. 
Miss Seward. 
Went to Dr. Taylor’s. 
I read a little on the road in Tully’s Epistles and Martial. 
Mart. 8th, 44, ‘lino pro limo[1165].’

JULY 10. 
Morning, at church.  Company at dinner.

JULY 11.

At Ham[1166].  At Oakover.  I was less pleased with Ham than when I saw it first, but my friends were much delighted.

JULY 12.

At Chatsworth.  The Water willow.  The cascade shot out from many spouts.  The fountains[1167].  The water tree[1168].  The smooth floors in the highest rooms.  Atlas, fifteen hands inch and half[1169].

River running through the park.  The porticoes on the sides support two galleries for the first floor.

My friends were not struck with the house.  It fell below my ideas of the furniture.  The staircase is in the corner of the house.  The hall in the corner the grandest room, though only a room of passage.

On the ground-floor, only the chapel and breakfast-room, and a small library; the rest, servants’ rooms and offices[1170].

A bad inn.

JULY 13.

At Matlock.

JULY 14.

At dinner at Oakover; too deaf to hear, or much converse.  Mrs. Gell.

The chapel at Oakover.  The wood of the pews grossly painted.  I could not read the epitaph.  Would learn the old hands.

JULY 15.

At Ashbourn.  Mrs. Diot and her daughters came in the morning.  Mr. Diot dined with us.  We visited Mr. Flint.

     [Greek:  To proton Moros, to de deuteron ei en Erasmos,
     To triton ek Mouson stemma Mikullos echei.][1171]

JULY 16.

At Dovedale, with Mr. Langley[1172] and Mr. Flint.  It is a place that deserves a visit; but did not answer my expectation.  The river is small, the rocks are grand.  Reynard’s Hall is a cave very high in the rock; it goes backward several yards, perhaps eight.  To the left is a small opening, through which I crept, and found another cavern, perhaps four yards square; at the back was a breach yet smaller, which I could not easily have entered, and, wanting light, did not inspect.

I was in a cave yet higher, called Reynard’s Kitchen.  There is a rock called the Church, in which I saw no resemblance that could justify the name.

Dovedale is about two miles long.  We walked towards the head of the Dove, which is said to rise about five miles above two caves called the Dog-holes, at the end of Dovedale.

In one place, where the rocks approached, I proposed to build an arch from rock to rock over the stream, with a summer-house upon it.

The water murmured pleasantly among the stones.

I thought that the heat and exercise mended my hearing.  I bore the fatigue of the walk, which was very laborious, without inconvenience.

There were with us Gilpin[1173] and Parker[1174].  Having heard of this place before, I had formed some imperfect idea, to which it did not answer.  Brown[1175] says he was disappointed.  I certainly expected a larger river where I found only a clear quick brook.  I believe I had imaged a valley enclosed by rocks, and terminated by a broad expanse of water.