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The Crnedt abbey, whofe tiene tnoutiered 
wails 
Brjng to the memory the fair Gaene faut Gil, 
Qf Tintern, Monmouth’s fair fequeiterd 
ruin, 
Near which Wye pours the wild romantic 
flood, 
‘Low funk ia earth the gates! 
- the ftones 
The fhining ivy twines its wanton arms 
In clofe embrace; and through the windows 
howl 
Rude winds, and no fair fretted roof is feen, 
Heavns arch its only roof,—and pavement 
and round 
none 
Save the green grafs, with here and there 
Heeeea 
The mofs clad monument, thefe fill an- 
nounce 
Who liv’d, and-—fleep, and wake to fleep no 
moxe. 
The prief& no more here chaunts, as meafur- 
ing out 
- The hour, his matin and his ev’ning feng, 
4 
Though ftill a portion of the ftately dome 
The Prefi ibyter has claimed, and here he pours 
The fervent prayer, thankfulin happier hour 
That popery fleeps ;——and thus turns ftrangely 
round 
The world, and thus to contemplation’s eye 
Appears to play the wanton, fickle game. 
But ere we part, my friend, let us afcend 
Yon fiately mountain, and trace back our 
courfe. 
Gentle th’ afcent, and many a aaneee, herb 
Has nature fcatterd round with skilful hand. 
he modeft heath-flower here its purple tints 
Difplays, and broom its yellow fplendours, 
aere 
The fern ipreads broad, and here the juniper 
Puts forth its berry, ie the prickly green 
Guarded, and many a flower of rarer hue 
“With her own hand fhe waters :—pleafing 
heights t 
Now we have gain’d the mountains facred 
Brow. 
How glows the landfkape! Fer no fha- 
dowing cloud 
Obitruéts the fight: 
rying hues 
Shine on the face of nature! Mount on mount 
Here climbs, and there the leflening hills re- 
tire! 
The towering wood, where trees innumerous 
{pread, 
Shrinks to the flender copfe, while flately Tay 
Seems 2 poor ftreamlet to the aftonifn’d fight! 
eav ns OWN va- 
How 
How many a day’s long journey now appears _ 
To th’ eye, quick traveller, a fhort fum- 
mers walk ! 
fis fades a feries of long wafting cares, 
When joy mounts high, and diftance yeils 
the fcene. 
Now pleas’d each roves a lonely traveller. 
¥or need not feem the folitary path 
Or iad, or irkfome efor what veice fo twee 
~ Oe 
Mr. Dyer to Mr. Atkin. 
As natures? fonpRers! Anat hat feerie $6 gay 
As the itil] ehanging, fill delightful change 
Of hill and dale, and romantic glen, 
Qaic k-gliding ftream, wand’ een balms 
brooke os 
And, oh! what found Peorcet as'weftern gales 
Killing the trembling trees! And fancy can 
Wake finds ftill fweeter, can create new 
f{cenes, 
Frefh, gay, ambrofial, fuch as: purer sie 
‘Of mufetui bard fees, hears; and grows in- 
fpir’d. 
There -are t? whom humbler'walks have 
charms: their feet m 
>! 
Can vilit the clofe cor, where poverty = 
Sits patient, and where induftry retired 
From daily toil,, drinks-in the poifoned-air, 
Nor need’they fcorn to tread the dark retreat 
Of prifon, and point out to Briteia’sfons ). 
What may demandredrefs: fubjets like thefe 
Soften the heart: nor fhall the humble mufe 
Bluih at thefe themes, though now perchance 
compell’d 
To different mufings :---there he learnt to 
{corn 
The low difdains of contumely, there caught 
The fire of indignation, there the glow 
Of mercy, and to mercy tunes her lyre.’ 
Yee generous rich, for ’mid the numerous 
tribe 
Or gold- -gorg’d wealthy, Britain boafts rite few 
Of rich, and generous, feorn not to contrive 
How beft te Howls the labourer,* lethhim tafte 
The {weets of cleanlinefs, and krew to breathe 
- Pure air; nor let him tremble at th’ appreach 
Of every wind that rides the pelting ftorm. 
He, for your lyxuries labours, he to you 
Like the poor patient ox, and gentie fheep, 
Raiment and food fupplies: alt! fay, fhall he 
Meet nothing but contempt, and low negle&t? 
Who deems his fellow mean, for man’s his 
fellow, ee 
Himfelf is eee worthlefs---a mere no- 
thine, 
And though he force ie poor’s man’s ‘out- 
ward worithip 
Knee-bent to th’ earth, fall have his heart’s 
Seer le 
_My friend, be thine to rove no fruitlefs path 
For fcience guides thee, and thyfelf haft rais’d 
Fair hope}, and pointing thee to rural haunts 
And pleating themes, thy parent leads the way. 

* To thofe who have vifited the wretched 
unhealthy hovels in the Highlands of Scot- 
land, and in Ireland, it cannot be deemed 
unfeafonable to recommend an attention to 
the more decent accommodation of the cot- 
ters, or cottagers. Men of fortune, who jin 
future may build on their eftates habita- 
tions for their poor tenants, would do well to 
ftudy a moft interefting publication entitle 
§¢fiewhts and Elevations for Cottages,” hoWioba: 
AP “Seea Journal of a Tour through North 
Wales and part of Shropihires with Obferva- 
tions on Mineralogy, and other branches of 
Natural Hiftory, by Arthur Aikime . 
The 
