JOURNAL 



A NATURALIST 



THE village in which I reside is situated upon a 

 very ancient road, connecting the city of Bristol 

 with that of Gloucester, and thus with all the 

 great towns in the North of England. This road 

 runs for the chief part upon a high limestone ridge, 

 from which we obtain a very beautiful and exten- 

 sive prospect: the broad estuary of the river 

 Severn, the mountains of Glamorgan, Monmouth, 

 and Brecon, with their peaceful vales, and cheerful- 

 looking white cottages, form the distant view : 

 beneath it lies a vast extent of arable and pasture 

 land, gained originally by the power of man from 

 this great river, and preserved now from ber in- 

 cursions by a considerable annual expenditure, 

 testifying his industry and perseverance, and ex- 

 hibiting his reward. The Aust ferry, supposed to 

 be the "trajectus," or place where the Romans 

 were accustomed to pass the Severn, is visible, with 



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