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Gwydyr cliff, then looking awfully majestic in its 

 gloom, is smiling and gay as a blushing bride. 



Theoph. — We shall fish at its base for at least 

 a mile up the river. The vapours of night still 

 hang like gauzy veils about it. " Bright shines 

 the sun," just now, of a truth ; yet there'll be 

 rain before long to a certainty. Look to those 

 towering mountainous clouds to windward, and 

 that thin black horizontal streak across them, 

 threatening a storm,— rain to a certainty ! 



" Hurrah for the sou'-west wind 

 To the angler it ne'er comes unkind, 



Though it pours and it blows, 

 Still on fishing he goes, 



Hurrah ! for the sou'-west wind !" 



Already the morning begins to assume 



" The uncertain glory of an April day, 



Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, 

 And by and bye a cloud takes all away." 



Leap the gate on the right into the field, and 

 before us is the Rector's Pool. Here let us take 

 breath and admire the picturesque rectory, backed 

 by the town, and the far-famed Llanrwst Bridge, 

 built by Inigo Jones. 'Tis said, by the way, to 

 be his masterpiece ! and, strange as it may seem, 

 a stout thrust of the body against one side of the 

 parapet, causes the whole structure so to shake, 

 that its vibration is readily felt by a person leaning 

 against the opposite parapet ; hence it is some- 

 times denominated the " shakino; bridofc." 



