Illustrated London News, 31 Jul 1852
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Matlock Bath 1852
From the Illustrated London News, 31 Jul 1852, page 67:
SPAS OF ENGLAND - MATLOCK BATH
Among the "cool retreats" of England - which are as much resorted to
for their beauty of situation as for their health-giving springs - Matlock
has long been a favourite with tourists and invalids. It lies on the
banks of the River Derwent, eighteen miles from Derby. Matlock-dale,
in which the village stands, extends for two miles, and is bounded on
each side by steep rocks, whose naked summits rise to the height of
about 300 feet. The river banks are fringed with trees, except where
the rocks rise almost perpendicularly from the water: one of the most
striking of these is the High Tor, 396 feet high: opposite is Masson, still
loftier, but less picturesque.
Matlock-bath is nearly a mile and a half from the village,
nearer to Derby: and its mineral springs and beautiful scenery have
long attracted hosts of visitors, the buildings for whose accommodation
are grouped up the mountain side. The Matlock wayers were first
brought into notice about 1698, when a bath was paved and built: other
springs were subsequently discovered, and new baths formed. The waters
havea temperature of 66 deg or 68 Fahrenheit. They are considered
to resemblethe Bristol waters, and are recommended in bilious
disorders, in phthisis, and other complaints.
Matlock is also the centre of other attractions, in its caverns and
mines, petrifying wells and rocks. The walks in the neighbourhood are
very delightful: the prospects from the rocky points are magnificent, in
their picturesque mining villages, ancient churches, masses and fragments
of riven rock: altogetherpresenting a rare assemblage of objects
of interest for the tourist, the geologist and mineralogist. This
beautiful district has been brought within direct access by railway.
Mr Rhodes, in his "Peak Scenery", thus glanced at its romantic
Beauties:- "I stood", he says, "on the top of Stonnis - masses of rock
lay scattered at my feet, a grove of pines waved their dark branches
over my head: far below, in an amphitheatre of hills, one of the finest
landscapes that nature anywhere presents was spread before me. The
habitations of men were scattered over the scene: but, in the contemplation
of the woods and rocks of Matlock-dale, the windings of the
Derwent, the pine-crowned heights of Abraham, and the proud hill of
Masson, they were all forgotten."
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