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attachin;; to this immntain (the name "Scyrrid" itself being a corruption of 

 "sacred ") has doubtless given rise to the legend that the chasm in the side was 

 occasioned by an earthquake at the Crucifixion of our Saviour. The hill is a mere 

 ridge, with landslips on its western side. It is marked on the Ordnance map as 

 1,601 feet above sea level. 



On each side of the Rholben on which the path so pleasantly goes are the 

 Derri Hill to the right and the Llanwenarth Hills to the left, separated by 

 narrow dingles, but uniting higher np to form the cone of the mountain, Pen-y- 

 Fal, or summit of the peak, or as it is termed in homely phrase the Sugar-Loaf. 

 The dingle between the Derri and the Kholben was formerly the park belonging 

 to the Priory, and to this day its boundaries are shown by a trench and bank fence 

 running along part of both these hills and across the bottom of the Sugar-Loaf, 

 some four or five miles in length. In modern times the vale is more useful still, 

 for the Afon Cibi, and other springs rising there, with the surface waterfall, 

 forms the river Kibby, which gives to the town of Abergavenny its excellent 

 supply of water. 



The carriages were now seen winding over the brow of the Derri, and yes ! 

 there are the scientific seniors climbing the very cone itself on their ponies, and 

 seeming at the sky line to be on a perilous incline. They wind round the hill 

 out of sight, to re-appear in some few minutes on the very summit itself, the envy 

 of the long straggling party who still have the steep ascent before them. 



The summit of the Sugar-Loaf is an undulating ridge some 240 paces long, 

 and from 10 to 20 broad, with rocks projecting here and there. Its elevation is 

 given on the Ordnance map as 1,954 feet above the sea level. It is not so high as 

 its fellow, Pen-y-Gader-Fawr, which is 2,G30 feet above the sea ; but the view 

 from it is infinitely more varied and more extensive. It commands land in the 

 counties not only of Monmouth, Hereford, and Brecon, but also of Glamorgan, 

 Radnor, Salop, Worcester, Gloucester, Somerset, and Wilts. At least it would 

 command this extent of view in clear weather, but on the present occasion it was 

 too hazy to see very far. The nearer views in some respects were improved, and 

 it was pleasant to hear how delighted they were who had never experienced before 

 the pleasure given by the grand panorama this mountain affords. The poet 

 Bloomfield visited the Black Mountains in 1807, and, reaching the summit, 

 exclaims — 



Good Heavens ! must scenes like these expand — 

 Scenes so magnificently grand — 

 And millions breathe and pass away 

 Unblessed throughout their little day 

 With one short glimpse ? 



The Woolhope Club and their friends for the most part had this bliss. The 

 summit was crowded with visitors and three of the ponies. After a sufficient 

 time had been left for rest and refreshment, and for the examination of the 

 scenery a photograph was taken of the group by one of the members, as they 

 clustered together to listen to the following address: — 



