72 A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 



And throws Italian light on Englifh walls : 

 But imitative ftrokes can do no more 

 Than pleafe the eye fweet Nature ev'ry fenfe. 

 The air falubrious of her lofty hills, 

 The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales, 

 And mufic of her woods no works of man 

 May rival thefe ; they all befpeak a pow'r 

 Peculiar, and exclufively her own. 



After enjoying this fcene for fome time, 

 I defcended into the vale, croffed the bridge 

 over the little river Clwyd, and foon after 

 came to St. Afaph, or, as it is called by the 

 Welfh, Llan Elwy, the Church of Elwy, 

 a name obtained from its fituation on the 

 bank of the River Elwy, which runs along 

 the weft fide of the town. It confifts of 

 little more than a fingle ftreet, pretty re- 

 gularly built, up the fide of a hill. It has 

 a cathedral and parifli church; and, as a 

 city, is, except one or two, the fmallefl: in 

 the kingdom. The cathedral, though 

 fmall, is plain and neat. The epifcopal 



palace 



