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134 I> ANTHONY.
Black Mountains; which, though of great alti-
tude, becomes a mere artificial mount in compan-
ion. The view from it is sublime, and enriched
by the Monow, gliding in graceful windings,
capriciously Healing from the light behind the
foliage, and as wantonly re-appearing at some
distance. Numerous eminences, and their little
vallies, break every line of the foreground, and
lead the eye to the white houses of Long Town,
grouped with the vast fragment os its castle,
reduced to the circular citadel, elevated on a cone
os earth, and cleft in twain. Nature, clad in her
purest robes of vivid green, smiled round this
Welsh boundary, and relieved the light from the
awful close of the landscape, commencing with
the beautiful and rapid Monow; which flows, in
perfect transparency, over large torn rocks, con-
nected by high and aerial wooden bridges, suited
for the palsenger in dry weather, and horses
when the ssoods from the mountains accumu-
late, and swell the stream to a torrent, which has
rent large illands of earth srom the banks, now
held together by the spreading roots of ssourish-
mg trees upon them. Extenlive meadows bound
the Monow, and approach the base of the Black
Mountains. Beyond those are fields, rescued
from sterility by the hardy antient Briton ; who
ploughs
Black Mountains; which, though of great alti-
tude, becomes a mere artificial mount in compan-
ion. The view from it is sublime, and enriched
by the Monow, gliding in graceful windings,
capriciously Healing from the light behind the
foliage, and as wantonly re-appearing at some
distance. Numerous eminences, and their little
vallies, break every line of the foreground, and
lead the eye to the white houses of Long Town,
grouped with the vast fragment os its castle,
reduced to the circular citadel, elevated on a cone
os earth, and cleft in twain. Nature, clad in her
purest robes of vivid green, smiled round this
Welsh boundary, and relieved the light from the
awful close of the landscape, commencing with
the beautiful and rapid Monow; which flows, in
perfect transparency, over large torn rocks, con-
nected by high and aerial wooden bridges, suited
for the palsenger in dry weather, and horses
when the ssoods from the mountains accumu-
late, and swell the stream to a torrent, which has
rent large illands of earth srom the banks, now
held together by the spreading roots of ssourish-
mg trees upon them. Extenlive meadows bound
the Monow, and approach the base of the Black
Mountains. Beyond those are fields, rescued
from sterility by the hardy antient Briton ; who
ploughs