FOX .-- W.H.

CHARMING AND THEODORE PARKER .-- LONDON AND PARIS.
Paris, 1846.
We crossed the moorland in a heavy rain, and reached Newcastle late at night.

Next day we descended into a coal-mine; it was quite an odd sensation to be taken off one's feet and dropped down into darkness by the bucket.

The stables under ground had a pleasant Gil-Blas air, though the poor horses cannot like it much; generally they see the light of day no more after they have once been let down into these gloomy recesses, but pass their days in dragging cars along the rails of the narrow passages, and their nights in eating hay and dreaming of grass!! When we went down, we meant to go along the gallery to the place where the miners were then at work, but found this was a walk of a mile and a half, and, beside the weariness of picking one's steps slowly along by the light of a tallow candle, too wet and dirty an enterprise to be undertaken by way of amusement; so, after proceeding half a mile or so, we begged to be restored to our accustomed level, and reached it with minds slightly edified and face and hands much blackened.
Passing thence we saw York with its Minster, that dream of beauty realized.

From, its roof I saw two rainbows, overarching that lovely country.