A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. Hi 



good, that a reafonable perfon can fcarcely 

 think of finding fault. 



It was at this Inn that I was, for the 

 firft time fince my arrival in Wales, en- 

 tertained with the muiic of the harp, the 

 indigenous inftrument of this country. 

 The evening was mild, and the fun in 

 retiring had cafl a golden tinge over the 

 whole face of nature. I had feated my- 

 felf in a window which commanded a full 

 and moil delightful profpect of Anglefea, 

 the Ifle of the Druids, and I liftened, 

 wrapped in a pleating melancholy, to the 

 fweetly flowing tones. A thoufand plea- 

 fant ideas of times of old floated on my 

 imagination, and the emphatic lines of 

 Gray crofied my thoughts with all their 

 force. 



Ruin feize thee, ruthlefs king! 

 Confufion on thy banners wait; 

 Tho' fann'd by conqueft's crimfon wing, 

 They mock the air with idle ftate. 



Helm 



