fred more than I do her. I wifli you may 

 not be tired with my travels - y but you know 

 I am performing my promife. 



I remain your's, &c. 



LYTTLETON. 



DEAR BOWER, 



LETTER II. 



, July 14, 1756. 



Jaft letter ended in fet- 

 ting out for Carnarvon, where I arrived that af- 

 ternoon. I had a very fine view of the fea ; and 

 one of the fined towns I had feen in England 

 or Wales; the old walls of which, with their 

 towers and bulwarks, are almoft entire; they 

 are high, and ftrongly buflt. The towers are 

 round, and rather more of the Roman than the 

 Gothic form of architecture. At one end they 

 join to the wall of the caftle, which is a vaft 

 and noble building, of which the outiide is 

 Jikewife well prefervetf, but the infide is de- 

 moliihed. The people here fhew the remains 

 of a chamber, where King Edward the Second 

 was born, and received the fubmiffion of all 

 the nobility in Wales in his cradle. The caf- 

 tle itfelf was built by his father, and is uideed 

 a noble work. 



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