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its verdant margin; so sweetly in harmony with the pleasing solitude of the scene, as might dispose even revelry itself to fall in love with retirement:

“O blest retirement, friend to life's decline,
“ Retreat from care, that never must be mine :
“ How blest is he, who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease !"

About four miles above Tintern the rural little village of LANDAGO saluted us with its white church and cottages, glistening through encircling trees, as it skirted the river and climbed the uue of a lofty hill. We then followed a gentle curvature of the Wye to Bigg's Weir, a ridge of rocks which cross the river, leaving only a small interval for the current. A string of barges was unravelling its course in this strait as we were passing; which task secmed to engage all the vigilance and activity of the watermen. Ncar this

spot the house (an ordinary mansion) and grounds of General Rooke, member for the county of Monmouth, occupying part of the river's bank, obliged us to make a short deviation; but, soon returning to our limpid stream, we caught a glimpse of the church and castle of St. Briavel, crowning an eminence in the T 2


forest of Deau just behind us; and in front, a short distance beyond the opposite bank, appeared the decaying importance of Pilsonhouse.

The narrow stripe of meadow-land that accompanies the Wye from Brook's Weir to Monmouth, and in which our road lay, now became frequently shut up from public convenience by fences crossing the tract, and styles, in the place of open gates, which the farmers had lately erected. We were therefore obliged to climb up the forest-clothed hills, of almost inaccessible steepness, driving our horses before us, and scrambling through bush and briar; and only regained the meadows to encounter a succeeding difficulty of the same kind. But our last was the greatest ; for, pursuing a track broken through a closely-woven thicket that led over the hills, we neglected a doubtful opening in the brambles that indicated our road, and only guessed that we were wrong from the tedious height we were climbing. We had, however, gone too far to retreat; and therefore hoped, in the true spirit of error, as we had certainly missed the right path, that by proceeding boldly on we might extricate ourselves by


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another. At length we reached the top of the hill, and with no small disappointment beheld our track terminate at a lonely farmhouse; where no one appeared to give us information z nor was any road whatever via sible for the pursuit of our journey. Yet the view that tliis eminence commanded over the sinuous Wye, sweeping among sloping nicadows, woods; and precipices, in some sort repaid our fatigue. Obliged to return; we forced a passage through tangled underwood to the inargin of the river, which, here forming an extensive reach between deep shelving banks, was thrown into one grand shadow. The evening was drawing to a close; and the retiring sun, no longer wantoning on the wavy current, sparingly glittered on the woody treasures of its marginal heights, but glared in full splendour on the distant hills; nor was a brilliant sky wanting to contrast the sombre solemnity of our vale:

* The evening clouds, « Lucid or dusk with flamy purple edg' “ Float in gay pomp the blue horizon round; “ Amusive, changeful, shifting into shapes Of visionary beauty ; antique towers or With shadowy domes and pinnacles adoru'd ; r Or hills of white extent, that rise and sink As sportive fancy lists."

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