Mr. GEORGE ROBINS has very great pleasure in informing the public that he is instructed by the executors, to SELL by PUBLIC COMPETITION, at the Mart, London, on Thursday the 27th of June, at twelve, in one lot, an unusually eligible FREEHOLD PROPERTY, recognised for many a long year as THE STOKE-HALL ESTATE and THE LITTLE LION of DERBYSHIRE, in contradistinction to its more elevated compeer, Chatsworth's favoured Demesne. The varied beauties of Derbyshire are so familiar to the public that the composer of this imperfect sketch might almost excuse himself from the difficult task of attempting a correct outline, but the paramount duty he owes to his respected client forbids his contemplated excuse: he will, however, be so concise that a fastidious reader shall not be fatigued. The estate is situate in the very heart of Derbyshire, five miles from Bakewell, ten from Chesterfield and Sheffield, the mail to Sheffield passing through it daily. The river Derwent, whose beauteous stream is so justly renowned, appears in all its glory at Stoke - nature (always kind) had been bountiful beyond measure, having so disposed the river that it encircles nearly the whole of this large domain - Stoke almost appears to claim it as its own. The natural loveliness of Derbyshire appears concentrated into one focus. The wildness of the thick, ample foliage of the pet place under our capacial view, within whose shades the Derwent for a while retires, only to burst again upon the sight with increased force and beauty; and the stupendous hills, which form an amphitheatre of prodigious extent, give a splendid picture, as consternated with the peace and quietude of the fertile valley below. The softer allurement of this beauteous scene, contrasted with the murmuring of the rapid stream, at once indicates that the hand of something more than mortal has lent its powerful aid. The reader may imagine, although it would not be an easy task to describe, the beauties of a walk of two miles in extent, parallel with the famed Derwent, varying at every turn,

passing through its rugged course, beneath luxuriant grown plantations, where Vistas are planned with commensurate judgment, so as to catch ever and anon the splendid diversity of the Claude-like picture, relieved by the undulation in these grounds, which have been so aptly assimilated to the Garden of Eden. The river traversing over unseen beds of stone, the gracefully waving fern, scattered over the fore-ground, impart just such an air of tempered wildness as must gladden the correct eye of the lover of scenic beauty, without offence to those who are inclined to look rather for the superintending hand of care and cultivation. Lingering here awhile, and surveying the vastness of Nature's beauties, how humiliating does the littleness of human work appear! In the midst of this enjoyment, and near to the Waterfall and Cascade, is a Cold Bath, which, by natural means, inclines to the temperature of warm water, by reason of its velocity passing from a great distance within the rocks in its progress through the rugged approach to light and air. Piercefield, in all its Glory, may be proud to be contemporaneous with Stoke (excepting always in its extent), for it cannot surpass the loveliness of the terrace-walk; indeed a comparison would be unfavourable, inasmuch as the Golden Wye does not claim to be particularly pellucid, while the Derwent represents a limpid stream, pure as the fountain from which it emanates. In respect to Stoke Hall Mansion, Mr. Robins imagines that the future historian will record his opinion in some-thing like the following faithful Portraiture:- It is one of the most delightful Mansions of the country. It does not pretend to the magnificence or splendour of Chatsworth, but it claims, and with good grace, to be selected as the fit and happy home for those in the pursuit of the comforts and elegantes of life. It is neither poor for want of ornament, nor gaudy with profusion. Standing alone on a graceful and commanding eminence, it looks without envy upon anything created, and on the Derwent, its own noble Stream, occasionally black with shadow, rolling majestically along, while the meanderings, indistinctly heard and its dark surface, are perpetually relieved by the transparent reflection from the foliage which overhangs its peaceful banks. The offices both within and without are fully commensurate. The Courtyard is properly placed on the opposite direction, on the high road dividing it and the Plantations, shutting it entirely out of sight. In pursuing Mr. Robins invariable system of proclaiming facts, and facts alone, he must, in the same spirit of candour, admit that the imaginative powers of a man of taste (or lady if it be preferred) may be successfully employed in renovating and embellishing this hospitable Mansion. The extensive Lawn and Pleasure Grounds are fully adequate, and, by a little tact and cleverness, may soon be restored to their pristine state. The Kitchen Gardens of two Acres, are encompassed by lofty brick walls, ornamented by Green House and Conservatory. The Farm Residence forms a pleasing feature in the general effect; it is most happily placed so as to command a splendid view for miles around. There are abundant buildings for agricultural purposes, and a tenant, full of wealth and contentment. The domain extends, with the Woods, to Five Hundred and Eleven Acres. The meadow lands, which exceed 100 acres, are irrigated at pleasure, the Derwent waters lending its powerful aid whenever the occasion requires it; the crops averaging two tons of Hay per acre. Such is a very imperfect sketch of a few only of the transcendent advantages that will accompany the sale of Stoke Hall, and a purchaser, on viewing this famed spot, will return delighted by having ascertained the welcome fact, that so many important features have been overlooked. - By the bye it should be mentioned that the Railway, in less than twelve months, will bring Stoke Hall within an eight-hours trip to the metropolis.

It can be viewed, and particulars, with a plan and drawing had, 28 days prior to the sale, at the Rutland Arms, Bakewell (one of the most comfortable Hotels in England); the Angel, Chesterfield; the Tontine, Sheffield; of Mr. Fisher, Auctioneer, Manchester; of the Printer of the Derby Reporter and Mercury; Three Crowns, Leicester; of Messrs, Simpson, Solicitors, Saville Row; the Auction Mart; and Mr. George Robins' Offices, London.