e to his
notions. He was a sensualist in all ways, but a great and self-
educated scholar. His property is now in Chancery, because he
chose to make his own will. The prospect from the windows is
beautiful, and the walk through the wood, overhanging the river
Teme, surpasses anything I have ever seen of the kind. It is as
wild as the walk over the hill at Chatsworth, and much more
beautiful, because the distant prospect resembles the cheerful
hills of Sussex instead of the brown and sombre Derbyshire moors.
The path now creeps along the margin, and now rises above the bed
of a clear and murmuring stream, and immediately opposite is
another hill as lofty and wild, both covered with the finest
trees--oaks, ash, and chestnut--which push out their gnarled
roots in a thousand fantastic shapes, and grow out of vast masses
of rock in the most luxuriant and picturesque manner. Yesterday I
came here, a tolerable place with no pretension, but very well
kept, not without handsome trees, and surrounded by a very pretty
country.

June 28th, 1839, Malvern {p.219}

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Returned to Ludlow yesterday; came here to-day: the road from
Ledbury to Malvern wonderfully fine, and nothing grander than the
view of Eastnor Castle.

July 3rd, 1839, Troy House {p.219}

[Page Head: GOODRICH CASTLE, TINTERN ABBEY.]

Stayed at Malvern two days, clambering to the top of the hills
which overhang the place (for town it is not), from which the
views are very fine over a rich but generally flat country; the
prospect is grand from its great extent. There is a curious and
interesting church there, formerly of some priory, with a
handsome gateway. I came through Eastnor Park in the way to
Ledbury, exceedingly fine, and the castle something like Belvoir
apparently, but I was not permitted to approach it. Nothing
particular in the road till Ross, a very pretty town, where I
first met the Wye, but, alas, in its muddiest state: this was the
abode of 'The Man of Ross.' Very pretty road from Ross to
Monmouth, through which latter place I walked, and passed by a
very old house, which, as I afterwards heard, is said to have
been the abode of Geoffrey of Monmouth, and they show his study.
Troy, a plain, good-looking house, imperfectly kept up and poorly
furnished, as a house is likely to be whose owners never inhabit
it. It was built by the Duke of Beaufort in 1689, who came to
sulk here on the expulsion of the last of th