cessive generations of sturdy yeomanry, whose progeny still plough the same fields, and kneel at the same altar-the parsonage, a quaint irregular pile, partly antiquated, but repaired and altered in the tastes of various ages and occupants the stile and footpath leading from the churchyard across pleasant fields, and along shady hedge rows, according to an immemorial right of way-the neighbouring village—the antique family mansion, standing apart in some little rural domain-All these common features of English landscape evince a calm and settled security, an hereditary transmission of homebred virtues and local attachments, that speak deeply and touchingly for the moral character of the nation." The common people of

Yorkshire speak a very coarse dialect of the English tongue. We could not understand one-half of what our coachman said in answer to our inquiries, and when he drove up to an inn, and conversed with the hostler or bar-maid, they were utterly unintelligible. We arrived at Leeds a little before sundown.

Leeds is a place of great antiquity, and is now, in consequence of its woollen manufactures, one of the most thriving and active places in the kingdom. The tall and numerous chimneys made of earthenware, and spouting out fire and smoke from the workshops, are quite striking as you approach them. A small stream of water, called here the river Aire, runs through the town.

Leeds is a desperately dirty, smo

ky place, and will not detain the traveller long, except he should be desirous of viewing the numerous manufactories. I went through what is called the Central Market, which is a kind of bazaar for the sale of all kinds of goods, besides meats and vegetables: it is a fine stone structure, more than two stories high. The General Infirmary was interesting to me, as the scene of the labours of the venerable, amiable, eminent and pious surgeon, William Hey, Esquire, whose interesting memoirs by Pearson, I had read just before leaving home. One of his maxims I hope never to forget: "I would spare no pains to qualify myself for that state of life to which the providence of God has called me, and then trust Him with the success of my endeavours."

In the neighbourhood of this town there is a fine old ruin, called Kirkstall Abbey, but our time would not permit us to examine it. Not finding any thing further to excite our curiosity here, we took a post chaise for York, where we arrived about 11 o'clock, after passing over pretty much the same sort of country as that between Manchester and Leeds. Tadcaster, which is a few miles from York, is an old town, and contains some curious buildings.

LETTER VII.

York, England,

May 30th, 1828.

We were all anxious to visit the wonders of this place; but being informed that there would be a review of about 800 cavalry at a short distance from the town, at which some of the nobility and gentry were to be present, we spent about two hours in witnessing the affair. We saw what would be called a fine troop of horse, and some fine ladies and gentlemen in coaches and barouches; but it was altogether so much like American shows of a similar nature, and so altogether out of my taste, that I determined not to waste any more