A TOUR ROUND NORTH WALES. 365 



The day after I arrived at Beddgelert, 

 I ftrolled along a vale, called Gwynant, 

 the vale of the Jiream, and I can entirely 

 agree with Mr. Pennant in faying, that this 

 is the moil beautiful vale amongft thefe 

 mountains. It is about lix miles long, and 

 in it's whole length affords fuch a variety 

 of fcenery of wood, lakes, and meadows, 

 bounded on each fide by lofty mountains, 

 that it is almoft impoffible to be excelled. 

 The vale of Llanberis is the only one that 

 feemed to me to rival it ; but the character 

 of the two are fo very different, and the 

 beauty of each fo exclufively it's own, that 

 it is almoft impoffible to compare them 

 together. 



I On the left, about half a mile up the 

 vale, is a lofty wood-clad rock, called 

 Dinas Emrys, the fort of Ambrofius, where 

 once 



Prophetic Merlin fate, when to the Britifh king 

 The changes long to come aufpicioufly he told. 



It 



