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what furpriflng that fo fmall a place fhould 

 be, as I was told, upwards of fifty fathom 

 deep. Near this pool the profpecl: began 

 to mend, and entering a long ftraight hol- 

 low, Llyn Mwyngil, the lake of the plea- 

 fant retreat, came in with diftant hills to 

 clofe the vale. 



I flopped at the Blue Lion s a fmall pub- 

 lic houfe, a little beyond the pool of the 

 three grains, and enquiring what they 

 could give me to dinner, I found, as Dr. 

 Johnfon* did at Glenelg, in the Highlands 

 of Scotland, that, " of the provifions, the 

 " negative catalogue was very copious." 

 Here was no meat (except bad bacon), no 

 eggs, no wine, no fpirits. I, however, 

 obliged by neceffity, contented myfelf with 

 what they could give me, bread and butter, 

 and new ale, taken, from every appearance, 



* See his Journey to the Weftern Iflands of Scot- 

 land. 



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