away:
The Erles, though they were brave and bold,
Against soe many could not stay.

Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good sonnes,
They doomed to dye, alas! for ruth!
Thy reverend lockes thee could not save,
Nor them their faire and blooming youthe.

Wi' them full many a gallant wight
They cruellye bereav'd of life:
And many a child made fatherlesse,
And widowed many a tender wife.

"'Bolton Priory,' says Dr. Whitaker in his excellent book--_The
History and Antiquities of the Deanery of Craven_--'stands upon a
beautiful curvature of the Wharf, on a level sufficiently elevated
to protect it from inundations, and low enough for every purpose
of picturesque effect.

"'Opposite to the East window of the Priory Church, the river
washes the foot of a rock nearly perpendicular, and of the richest
purple, where several of the mineral beds, which break out,
instead of maintaining their usual inclination to the horizon, are
twisted by some inconceivable process, into undulating and spiral
lines. To the South all is soft and delicious; the eye reposes
upon a few rich pastures, a moderate reach of the river,
sufficiently tranquil to form a mirror to the sun, and the
bounding hills beyond, neither too near nor too lofty to exclude,
even in winter, any portion of his rays.

"'But, after all, the glories of Bolton are on the North. Whatever
the most fastidious taste could require to constitute a perfect
landscape is not only found here, but in its proper place. In
front, and immediately under the eye, is a smooth expanse of
park-like enclosure, spotted with native elm, ash, etc. of the
finest growth: on the right a skirting oak wood, with jutting
points of grey rock; on the left a rising copse. Still forward are
seen the aged groves of Bolton Park, the growth of centuries; and
farther yet, the barren and rocky distances of Simon-seat and
Barden Fell contrasted with the warmth, fertility, and luxuriant
foliage of the valley below.

"'About half a mile above Bolton the Valley closes, and either
side of the Wharf is overhung by solemn woods, from which huge
perpendicular masses of grey rock jut out at intervals.

"'This sequestered scene was almost inaccessible till of late,
that ridings have been cut on both sides of the River, and the
most interesting points laid open by judicious thinnings in