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Tintern and the Wye as a Sketching Ground

even that superb poet could not express—beauties the infant river takes its rise. No one can make a
of conjunction of form and colour to which none mistake in choosing that valley as a sketching
but the art of the landscape painter could do ground. It is full of fine subjects for the land-
justice, scape painter and charm for those who have the

Leaving this little corner of beauty, the sunlit eyes to appreciate nature,

plateau on which the ruins stand, the sweep of the "How oft in spirit have I turned to thee,

blue water, and the soft glamour of the hills, one O sylvan Wye, thou wanderer thro' the woods,

passes by precipitous crags on the one side and How often has my spirit turned to thee !':

gentle, undulating fields on the other, until, reaching When visiting the Wye Valley, however, par-

Chepstow, there, rising on the brink of the widening ticularly in its upper reaches, one should not

river, stands one of the most interesting castles of neglect to see the beautiful sketching grounds

a past feudalism. Here the landscape painter will which are in the district of its tributaries, the

find many subjects ready to his hand—in fact, all Elan and the Claerwen. Here the artist will find

along the Wye there are innumerable opportuni- charming little bits of sparkling water interspersed

ties for the man of the brush. Even in its upper with moss-grown boulders, and with a background

reaches, by Ross and Rhayader, there are many of heather-clad hills. If not so large in scale as in

fascinating things. the valley of the parent river, they yet have a

Few rivers in our country afford such a happy charm of their own and a peculiar beauty which

hunting ground for the painter as the Wye from must appeal to everyone. The sketch which is

Chepstow to Tintern, Symonds Yat, and away on, included with the illustrations will give the reader

till we find ourselves among the Welsh hills where some idea of the upper reaches of the Claerwen

"the wye valley" (oil)

by alfred east, a.r.a.

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