. The Yorkshire coast and the Cleveland hills and dales;. plish grays. Above, the oldchurch, now sadly fallen from its state, and the vener-able ruins of the abbey, in piteous and speaking ruin,crown the steep. You pass along St. Anns Staith,and, leaving for the nonce modern Whitby on theWest Cliff, betake yourself, by the swing bridge—looking up the beautiful Esk to where, beyond thecrowd of shipping in the inner harbour, the green hillsrise, topped by the moorland—to old Whitby, on theright bank of the river. Here two streets run parallelto it, the upper one Church Street, where are thequain
. The Yorkshire coast and the Cleveland hills and dales;. plish grays. Above, the oldchurch, now sadly fallen from its state, and the vener-able ruins of the abbey, in piteous and speaking ruin,crown the steep. You pass along St. Anns Staith,and, leaving for the nonce modern Whitby on theWest Cliff, betake yourself, by the swing bridge—looking up the beautiful Esk to where, beyond thecrowd of shipping in the inner harbour, the green hillsrise, topped by the moorland—to old Whitby, on theright bank of the river. Here two streets run parallelto it, the upper one Church Street, where are thequaint houses of many curiosity dealers, leading youup the hill to the foot of the abbey steps, and youglance over the red roofs to the shipping below in theharbour. Near by, too, is the market-place, with thepicturesque town-hall, built in 1788, resting uponpillars. The streets hereabout have changed verylittle since the day when James Cook walked in fromStaithes, and many of the houses bear dates takingus back a century and a half or more. In the lower. ?lii/i)!!.! irit \\
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