A Few Days On The Yorkshire Moors.

court , brew-house , cellar , ancl Hall of Pleas . A short distance from the buildings are the " Echo Rocks , " where there is a distinct echo from the Abbey walls . We go out by the rustic lodge and banqueting house , through the park and back to Ripon , very well satisfied with our morning ' s ramble . After dinner we visit that venerable Gothic structure , the Minster , dedicated to St . Peter and St . Wilfred . It is built over the ruins of the ancient

monastery , founded about 661 A . D . There is some beautiful early English workmanship in it , and the grotesque carving on the pews is minutely finished . The " Bone House , " or " Crypt , " used to be the centre of attraction , filled as it was with human bones of past generations . They are now removed and buried in the churchyard . The other part of the old monastery , almost as famousis that known as "St . Wilfred ' s Needle" about which many conjectures

, , have been made . According to Camden it was used as a test for female chastity . It is gained by a flight of steps descending from the east end of the nave . On the reputation it has gained , our guide says he has helped thousands of ladies and gentlemen through the needle , and we , not to be behindhand , pass through it as well . We now leave the Minster , having just time to catch the train for Harrogate , situated on the edge of Knaresborough

Forest Moor , our next destination . Half-an-hour ' s ride brings us to that most famous of watering-places ; there everything is changed ; all the buildings are well-built ancl modern , and the town is thronged with gay visitors . The " Old Sulphur Well , " redolent of " rotten eggs , " is next visited , ancl our curiosity tempts us to taste the water , to show our superior courage . But , never again ! Language fails to express our feelings as , after roaming the town ancl viewing the various buildingswe dejectedly enter the Chalybeate Spa

, Grounds , ancl endeavour to catch the spirit of the skating , the intricacy of bowls , or the playfulness of lawn tennis . It is no use , the remembrance , of those unearthly sulphur wells sticks to us yet . We "fly the rank city , " and " shun its turbid air , " the iron horse taking us to Knaresboro ' , another contrast from the modern town we have just left . Ascending the wall-like city we walk about the remains of the old castle , so famous in history , and down

the " crystal Nicld , " to Avhere we can see the celebrated " dropping well , " near which the renowned Mother Shipton Avas bom . We purpose going to it in a boat , but suddenl y find there is a fall in the river , and narrowly escape being pitched over ; disappointed we content ourselves with a gentle row up " unquiet Nidd , " ancl then take the train for Leeds , thus ending our pleasant but short excursion in Yorkshire for the time , to visit the lakes in the west , " And shape ( our ) old course in a country neAV . " HY . C . APPLEBY .

Beatrice.

BEATRICE .

BY THE AUTHOR OF THE " OLD , OLD STORY , " " ADVENTURES OF DON PASQUALE , " ETC . CHAPTER XII . THE day after the one on which I have recorded all the expletive and exhaustive eloquence of the speakers on that most serious question of matrimony , the most serious in one sense for us all , old and young , here—that day was a day long to be remembered in that quiet town by its startling