DOI Page / Citation link:
https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.61904#0086
Cintmi JUibri).
ND now for Tintern!” I faid to my
flout friend. “ Ay, ay ! for Tintern !” he
replied gaily : “ but firfl, my dear fir, for a
boat.” “For a boat! why we are a full
mile from the bridge. It would be a lofs
of time to go all the way down for a boat.”
“ Well, then, let it be a chaife.” “ Firft,” I faid, “ let us have
a peep in at the gates of Piercefield. It is juft above here,
and we can fee it better and with more time than with a
chaife waiting for us.” So, though with a dubious and mis-
giving air, my friend moved on with me. The afcent of the
Monmouth road was pretty fteep, but I endeavoured to
beguile his attention by talking of Piercefield. “ This Pierce-
field,” I obferved, “ is one of the paradifes of England. Here
we are : we will take the liberty of juft walking infide the
lodge-gate—it is a fhow-place ; they won’t object. There !
fee what a charming fpot ! What a delightful ftretch of woods
and lawns, and park-like fields ! What views out beyond ! If
we had time to traverfe thefe celebrated fcenes—to view the
majeftic Wynd Cliff and the Bannagor Rocks oppofite, and the
bold peninfular of Lancaut, all towering magnificently above the
Wye—to vifit the Lover’s Leap, and traverfe the woods that
fkirt the river deep below, and take in all the varying views of
dizzy heights and fylvan dells—you would wonder that any one
ND now for Tintern!” I faid to my
flout friend. “ Ay, ay ! for Tintern !” he
replied gaily : “ but firfl, my dear fir, for a
boat.” “For a boat! why we are a full
mile from the bridge. It would be a lofs
of time to go all the way down for a boat.”
“ Well, then, let it be a chaife.” “ Firft,” I faid, “ let us have
a peep in at the gates of Piercefield. It is juft above here,
and we can fee it better and with more time than with a
chaife waiting for us.” So, though with a dubious and mis-
giving air, my friend moved on with me. The afcent of the
Monmouth road was pretty fteep, but I endeavoured to
beguile his attention by talking of Piercefield. “ This Pierce-
field,” I obferved, “ is one of the paradifes of England. Here
we are : we will take the liberty of juft walking infide the
lodge-gate—it is a fhow-place ; they won’t object. There !
fee what a charming fpot ! What a delightful ftretch of woods
and lawns, and park-like fields ! What views out beyond ! If
we had time to traverfe thefe celebrated fcenes—to view the
majeftic Wynd Cliff and the Bannagor Rocks oppofite, and the
bold peninfular of Lancaut, all towering magnificently above the
Wye—to vifit the Lover’s Leap, and traverfe the woods that
fkirt the river deep below, and take in all the varying views of
dizzy heights and fylvan dells—you would wonder that any one