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steep sides of the rocks, and the violent rushing 

 of the waters, full one hundred and twenty feet 

 from the river's bed, impress upon the mind 

 ideas of grandeur and sublimity never to be 

 effaced. Should the angler have agility and 

 strength to make his way up the banks of this 

 tributary, Mynach, he will find a succession of 

 the most surprising mountain views which ever 

 met his eye. It is impossible for any language 

 to convey even the most distant conception of 

 these landscapes. Mr. Cumberland observes, 

 that " The Mynach, coming down from beneath 

 the Devil's Bridge, has no equal for height or 

 beauty that I know of; for although a streamlet 

 to the famous Fall of Narni, in Italy, yet it 

 rivals it in height, and surpasses it in elegance." 

 "After passing deep below the bridge, as 

 through a narrow firth, with noises loud and 

 ruinous, into a confined chasm, the fleet waters 

 pour headlong and impetuous, and leaping from 

 rock to rock with fury, literally lash the moun- 

 tain's sides ; sometimes almost embowered among 

 deep groves, and gushing at last into a fan-like 

 form, the fall rattling among the loose stones of 

 the Devil's Hole, where, to all appearance, it 

 shoots into a gulph, and silently steals away; 

 for so much is carried off in spray, during the 

 incessant repercussions it experiences in this 



