Red, the favorite companion and staunch adherent of the son of Robert ap Meredydd, one of the followers of the great Glendower, whose fortunes, through evil and through good report, he cheerfully partook.

It is situated in a deep hollow, which appears to have been thus formed by the accidental position of the falling of the adjacent rocks. The poet's muse must have been, indeed, a shrew, and his satire poignant and cruel in the extreme, to have brought an enemy his track into so desolate and almost appalling a sanctuary as he and his brave chieftain selected in their evil day.

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I was not a little interested, also, while passing through these wilder Snowdon-hills, in comparing the bold, picturesque sketches of the enthusiastic artist with the real magnificent objects before my eyes. The subjects, especially those taken in the vicinity of the valley and lake Idwall, struck me by their faithful and characteristic delineation: and I could not mistake the sites, as I took my way into the pass and deep valley of Nant Frangon. Here I entered the road by the terrific Benglog, where the once dreadful horse-path, mentioned by Mr. Pennant, is now, by the industry and ingenuity of man, exchanged for the safe and admirable highway to Holyhead, which presents some of the grandest features of Alpine scenery.

But soon my approach towards the Menai, and the level tracts of Anglesey, reminded me of the extensive range of country that was yet to be traversed; and bending my steps down the heights, I pursued my route towards Bangor, as will further appear in another chapter.

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CHAPTER XII.

LLANDEGAI, PENRHYN CASTLE, BANGOR, MENAI BRIDGE, CAERNARVON, &c.

Now twilight draws her shadowy curtain round,

And all the landscape wears a softer hue,

As if in grief; and e'en the plaintive sound
Of some lone bird, who carols an adieu
To parting day's last lingering tint of blue-
All touch the heart, awakening pensive thought,
And bring the absent or the dead to view

In colours fresh, by faithful memory wrought,
As if to cheat us with their forms she sought.

Lady Blessington.

In no part of the magnificent road to Holyhead was I so much impressed with the savage and romantic character of the scenery, as in passing through the tremendous glen called the 'Hollow of the Beavers.' By descending from the road a little way, the view presented itself full of picturesque grandeur and beauty,—the lower part of the vale combining features of the splendid and the terrific. Huge masses of rock strewed the foreground;* the green meadow overhung by lofty mountains; the bright river meandering towards the sea; the waters of the lakes rushing down the steep into their black and caverned bed, with the distant prospect, and

In 1685, part of a rock, forming one of the impending cliffs, became so undermined by wind and rain, that, losing its hold, it fell in several immense masses, and, in its passage down a steep and craggy cliff, dislodged some thousands of other stones. The main fragment continued its motion through a small meadow, and rested on the farther side of the river Ogwen. In the winter of 1831, another part of the rock gave way, when upwards of one thousand tons fell from near the summit of Benglog, a little below the Ogwen cataracts; part rolling straight across the road fell into the valley and river in the bottom; while another part, having acquired a less momentum, rested on the road. hundred labourers were engaged to clear the surface.'—Hemingway.

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