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runs. The extent of wood that hangs to the 

 eye in every direction is great, the depth of 

 die precipice on which you ftand immenfe, 

 which with the roar of the water at bottom 

 forms a fcene truly interefting. In lefs than a 

 quarter of a mile, the road pa fling through 

 the wood leads to another point of view to 

 the right. It is the crown of a vaft projecting 

 rock, from which you look down a precipice 

 abfolutely perpendicular, and many hundred 

 feet deep upon the torrent at the bottom, 

 which finds its noify way over large fragments 

 of rock. The point of view is a great pro- 

 jection of the mountain on this fide, anfwer- 

 .ed by a concave of the oppofite, lb that you 

 command the Glen both to the right and left : 

 it exhibits on both, immenfe fheets of foreft, 

 which have a moft magnificent appearance. 

 Beyond the wood, to the right, are fome in- 

 clofures hanging on the fide of a hill, crowned 

 by a mountain. I know not how to leave fo 

 interesting; a fpot, the impreffions raifed by it 

 are ftrong. The folemnity of fuch an extent 

 of wood unbroken by any intervening objects, 

 and the whole hanging over declivities is alone 

 great ; but to this the addition of a conltant 

 roar of falling water, either quite hid, or fo 

 far below as to \>e feen but obfcu rely united to 

 make thofe impreflions ftronger. No contra r 

 dictory emotions are raifed — no ill-judged 

 temples appear to enliven a fcene that is 

 gloomy, rather than gay. Falling or moving 

 water is a lively object j but this being ob- 

 fcure, the noife operates differently. Follow- 

 ing the road a little further, there is another 



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