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cestry, which may be compared with the remarks on Perthir * ; at the same time, it conveys a brief outline of the family's genealogy
Mr. Proger accidentally met a stranger near his house, who made various enquiries respecting the prospects and local objects of the situation ; and at length demanded, “ Pray, “ whose is this antique mansion before us?”— ** That, Sir, is Werndee: a very ancient “ house; for out of it came the earls of Pem. “ broke of the first line, and the earls of Pem“ broke of the second line; the lords Her. “bert of Cherbury, the Herberts of Cold“ brook, Rumney, Cardiff, and York; the
Morgans of Acton; the earl of Hunsdon; “ the Jones's of Treowen and Lanarth, and “ all the Powells. Out of this house also, * by the female line, came the dukes of * Beaufort.” -“And pray, Sir, who lives " there now ?"-" I do, Sir.”—Then pardon " me, Sir—đo not lose sight of all these “ prudent examples; but come out of it
yourself, or 'twill tumble and crush you. *}
A principal excursion fromí Abergavenny is that which leads northward to Lanthony
abbey, a majestic ruin seated in a deep recess of the Black mountains, at the very extremity of the county. The first part of the route lies through a romantic pass between the Skyridd and Sugar-loaf mountains, upon the Ilereford turnpike. Proceeding about two miles, the church of Landeilo Bertholly appears on the right; and not far from it an antique mansion called the White-house, a residence of the Floyers. Another ancient house occurs at the village of Llanvihangel Crickhornell, seen through groves of firs, lately a seat of the Arnolds, but now occupied as a farm-house. From this spot a ditchlike road, almost impracticable for carriages, strikes off among the mountains,
Through tangled forests, and through dang rous ways," carried upon precipices impendent over the brawling torrent of the Hondy. Sometimes the road opens to scenes of the most romantic description, where, at an immense depth beneath, the torrent is seen raging in a bed of rocks, and mountains of the most imposing aspect rise from the valley,—
“ The nodding horrors of whose shady brows
Immediately to the left of the road rises the Gaer, a huge rocky hill crowned with an ancient encampment. On the opposite side of the river, fearfully hanging on a steep cliff, and beneath a menacing hill bristled with innumerable craigs, is the romantic village of Cwmjoy. Landscapes of the boldest composition would be continual, but that the road, formed into a deep hollow, and overtopped by hedge-row elms, excludes the traveller from almost every view but that' of his embowered track. The pedestrian, however, is at liberty, while ranging among heaths and fields above the road, to enjoy the wild grandeur of the country, which will hardly fail to repay him for his additional toil.
In the deep gloomy vale of Ewias, encircled by the barren summits of the Black mountains, but enjoving some degree of local cultivation, and enlivened by the crystalline Hondy, is situated the ruin of LANTHONY ABBEY.
Venerable and grand, but wholly devoid of ornament, it partakes of the character of the surrounding scenery, Not a single tendril of ivy decorates the massive walls of the structure, and but a sprinkling of shrubs and