This is a place of .considerable note, and has in its grounds many of the elements of a fine place, such as abundance of wood and water, and a surface varied by undulations, with a river running through the grounds. The mansion is apparently a series of after thoughts, and revised additions, possessing no pretension to architectural taste or beauty, and seems to have been built, like many old fashioned houses - bit by bit - as the family required them. It stands, compared with the surrounding grounds, exceedingly low, without any prospect from itself, save of the villa residence of Rose Hill, and some others, that appear to look down upon it somewhat contemptuously. It is, nevertheless, snugly nestled among fine trees, and possesses a fine lawn - or rather park - -somewhat in the English style, extending along its front, but rather meagerly, and we should think very injudiciously planted, except round the outer edge, in the form of hedge rows, a system of planting very extensively carried out by the late Mr. Lyman, which has added much to the comfort and beauty of the highways connected with, and surrounding the whole of this fine estate.

There is a good range of fineries. The grapevines, however, are indifferently managed. We must repress the reflections which arose out of the contemplation of this specimen of gardening, and suspend our judgment on what we cannot speak with freedom, without doing an injury to the feelings of the party who is, perhaps, unavoidably censurable.

We had heard a good deal of this place, and though a great deal had been done by the late proprietor, in the way of planting, we turned a way from it with a feeling of disappointment. Much, we say, has been done - but how, and why, we could not tell. The arrangement of the place exhibited a lamentable jumbling of crotchety notions, carried out in the most ludicrous possible manner. When the late Duke of Northumberland asked the celebrated Brown, on what principle he planted trees, his answer was - " I stick them in here and there, as the fly bites," and on this famous principle has this place apparently been planted.

The orchards occupy the rising ground in the rear, and include some ancient pomologi-cal patriarchs, borne down with age. We have seen few places where art has done so little for nature, and nature done so much for art, and where both so violently antagonise each other. One glorious object we cannot overlook - and that is the old Purple Beech, the oldest and largest, we believe in the country; it is truly a noble tree. Another feature observable in the neighborhood of this place, is the fine avenues of forest trees planted by the late proprietor, along the roadsides; these extend for miles, around the whole estate, and are now large and lofty trees, uniting their boughs to form an umbrageous canopy overhead, and for which the late venerable proprietor deserves the gratitude of future generations.