is lonely island-garden did Mary pass many
days of a captivity, rendered doubly painful by the jealous
bickerings of the Countess of Shrewsbury, who openly complained
to Elizabeth of the Queen's intimacy with her husband; an
unfounded aspersion, which Mary's urgent solicitations to
Elizabeth obliged the Countess to retract, but which led to
Mary's removal from the Earl's custody to that of Sir Amias
Pawlet.

[Illustration: THE HUNTING TOWER.]

"To the Hunting-Tower on the hill above the house, the ascent
is by a road winding gracefully among venerable trees, planted
'when Elizabeth was Queen,' and occasionally passing beside a
fall of water, which dashes among rocks from the moors above.
The tower stands on the edge of the steep and thickly-wooded
hill; it is built on a platform of stone, reached by a few
steps; it is one of the relics of old Chatsworth, and is a
characteristic and curious feature of the scene. Such towers
were frequently placed near lordly residences in the olden
time, for the purpose 'of giving the ladies of those days an
opportunity of enjoying the sport of hunting,' which, from the
heights above, they saw in the vales beneath. The view from the
tower is one of the finest in England. The house and grounds
below, embosomed in foliage, peep through the umbrage far
beneath your feet; the rapid Derwent courses along through the
level valley. The wood opposite crowns the rising ground, above
Edensor--the picturesque and beautiful village within whose
humble church many members of the noble family are buried. The
village itself may be considered as a model of taste; it
resembles a group of Italian and Gothic villas, the utmost
variety and the most picturesque styles of architecture being
adopted for their construction, while the little flower-gardens
before them are as carefully tended as those at Chatsworth
itself. Upon the hills above are traces of Roman encampments,
and from the summit you look down upon the beautiful village
of Bakewell, and far-famed Haddon Hall--the antique residence
of the dukes of Rutland, an unspoiled relic of the sixteenth
century. Looking toward the north, the eye traverses the
fertile and beautiful valley of the Derwent, with the quiet
little villages of Pilsley, Hassop, and Baslow, consisting