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we again reach the fands, where we watch 
the fifhermen dragging their nets. I re- 
cognize among the plants feveral old ac- 
quaintance—the horned poppy, foldanella, 
and ‘fea-chickweed, allin full flower, the 
fea-eringo, and agrafs which binds toge- 
ther the loofe fands with its long tena- 
cious roots. Reaching the ferry, we ob- 
ferve a fifhing-veflel unloading into a cart 
ftanding deep in the water, and witnefs 
the curious vperation of drawing a coach - 
into the ferry-boat. My poney leaps on- 
board without the ieaft hefitation. In the 
evening we wander among the ruins of the 
Caitle, and fcare from its neft a hawk, 
which, with the jackdaw, builds unmo- 
jetted among the inacceffible turrets.of the 
ruin. After gazing at a glorious fun-fet 
from its difmantled windows, we retire 
flowly, mufing on ‘ the days of old.” 
$th.—Leaving Conway, we proceed to 
Lianrwi, twelve miles. In this traét we 
find thick hedges fuperfeding ftone walls, 
fine meadows, rich crops of wheat, and 
well-grown trees, fothat, but for a clouds 
capped fummit now and then towering 
over the hills, and a rude crag fometimes 
ftarting through the grafs, we might ima- 
gine ourfelves in one of the fineit oarts of 
Englanl. After winding for fome time 
along the fide of a hill, and croffing two 
or three mountain-torrents, which we fee 
with peculiar pleafure, having met with 
none for feveral days paft, we catch a 
view of the beautiful vale of Conway, 
with a manfion on the oppofite flope, fome- 
what in the ftyle of Fefiniog, but wider 
and more fertile, with corn-fields inter- 
mingling with the meadows. Paffing the 
pretty little village of Trefriew, we reach 
the neat town of Llanrwft—a city for 
Wales! -In the evening, treading back 
our fteps, we crofs the river again on a 
handfome bridge, built by Inigo Jones, 
and enter the Gwydir woods, cloathing 
the lofty fides of a precipitousrock. At 
the bottom ftands the houfe, a curious old 
edifice, partly of ftone, partly of timber, 
blackened, and adorned with white figures. 
A little way up the hill is a half-ruined 
terrace, the fence of the now grafs-grown 
garden, in which is a neat little chapel, 
with fome alms-houfes. Following a 
fieep path, through light woods of afh, 
beech, and fir, all beautiful trees of their 
kinds, we gain the'top, whence we catch a 
fine view of the town lying clofe under the 
hills, on one fide, with the broad flream of 
the Conway winding along througha beau- 
tiful rich valley, from half a mile toamile 
in breadth, bounded on one fide by gentle 
’ green flopes, on the other by dark heathy 
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hills of more abrupt figures, fome bare, 
o‘hers covered with young plantations of 
fir; the fetting-fun fringes the dark 
clouds with a crimfon line, and fheds a 
fine glow over the whole fcene.. Admo- 
nifhed by the coolnefs of the evening, we 
retire, at length, obferving in our way 
fome groups of peafants, “¢ in their Sun- 
day’s beft,’’ and a knot of girls dancing 
reels on the bridge in a flyle not unwor- 
thy the ball-room. 
gth.—Make an excurfion to CapelCerrigy 
ten miles. The road winds through the 
Gwydir woods for a confiderable diftance, 
overlooking the vale of Conway, where 
the yellow corn contrafts finely with the 
green meadows, the dark hills, and. the 
woods now glowing in all the pride of 
fummer. The vale gradually becomes, 
narrower, as we approach the fource of the 
fiream, but not les woody or fertile. This. 
is,indeed, the garden of Carnarvonfhire,and, 
fome pretty comfortable houfes enliven the 
f{cene. About five miles from Llanrwtft is 
the junétion of the Conway with the 
Lugwy, arapid mountain-torrent, rufhing 
through a deep rocky glen, overgrown 
with wood. A bridge croffes it at this 
{pot, formerly a very dangerous ford, 
owing to the rapids and fragments of 
rocks impeding the current. Proceeding 
along the vale of the Lugwy, on Lord 
Penrhyn’s new road, fome hills are feen 
cloathed with trees, through which crags 
of grey rock ftart up, and diverfify the 
green mafs. Some little cafcades daft 
from the mountains, and the whole af- 
fumes a wilder character, though ftill tem- 
pered by the rich meadows, with hedges, 
and a few corn-fields interfperfed. The 
Lugwy is a glaffy ftream of a refpeftable 
fize, though lefs than the Conway. Af- _ 
ter following for fome diftance the mazy — 
windings of the vale, which prefent every 
moment a new profpect, fome cloud-top- 
ped hills appear in view. Moel Shiabod 
lifts his airy pinnacle in dufky grandeur, 
and another turning fhews us the great 
Snowdon itfelf, clofing the valley with a 
huge craggy mafs, apparently forbidding 
all farther progrefs. Two little lakes 
fpread their blue waters at its feet ; and 
on their brink ftands the handfome new 
inn, its walls covered with flates ina moft 
fingular manner. After refting a few 
hours in this lovely fpot, we return by the 
fame road, gazing with rapture_on the 
fcenes of mingled beauty and grandeur, 
which render this tract the moft delicious 
inall.Wales. 
10th. —Leaving Llanrwh, We afcend a 
road winding along the fide of the valley 
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