one of her posterity ever bear his name and sit
upon the throne he vacated for that bloody grave? No! She will
remember a better name at the font. The day and the name of the
Harolds, Williams, Henrys, Charles's, and Georges are over and gone
forever. ALBERT THE GOOD has estopped that succession; and England,
doubtless, for centuries to come, will wear that name and its
memories in her crown.

After spending a few hours at Studley Park, I returned to Ripon and
went on to Thirsk, where I spent the Sabbath with a Friend. The
next day he drove me over to Rievaulx Abbey, which was the mother of
Fountain Abbey. On the way to it we passed the ruins of another of
these grand structures of that religious age, called Byland Abbey,
where Robert Bruce came within an ace of capturing King Edward on
his retreat from Scotland, after the Battle of Bannockburn.

One of the objects of this excursion was to visit the establishment
of Lord Faversham, near Helmsley, who is one of the most scientific
and successful stock-raisers, of the Shorthorn blood, in England,
and to whom I had a note of introduction. But he, too, was not at
home, which I much regretted, as I was desirous of seeing one of the
peers of the realm who enter into this culture of animal life with
so much personal interest and assiduity. His manager, however, was
very affable and attentive, ready and pleased to give any
information desired upon different points. He showed us a splendid
set of animals. Indeed, I had never seen a herd to equal it. There
were several bulls of different ages with a perfection of form truly
admirable. Some of them had already drawn first prizes at different
shows. Several noble specimens of this celebrated herd have been
sold to stock-raisers in America, Australia and in continental
countries. The most perfect of all the well-made animals on the
establishment, according to my untrained perceptions of symmetry,
was a milk-white cow, called "The Lady in White," three years old.
She and Mr. Fawkes' "Lord Cobham" should be shown together. I doubt
if a better mated pair could be found in England. There was a large
number of cows feeding in the park which would command admiration at
any exhibition of stock. Lord Faversham's famous "Skyrocket" ended
his days with much eclat. When getting into years, and into
monstrous obesity, he was presented as a contribution to the
Lancashire Relief Fund. Before passing into the butcher's hands,