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and I assure you, it is not alone in compliance with your earnest and repeated request, but under the immediate impulse of my own wishes and inclination, that I am now induced to write to you.

The mode of travelling which we have adopted, at the first view promises nothing remarkably alluring ; and I think you were of opinion that our resolution was not equal to the undertaking of such an enterprise, and treated the whole plan as visionary and romantic. But I Hatter myself you will now be convinced we are in earnest, efpecially when I tell you that experience has more than ever confirmed us in our original intention ; for the plea. fure we have hitherto derived from our progress, has much exceeded our most fanguine expectations.

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I shall now proceed to give you a short detail of occurrences, from the day on which my compagnon

de voyage and myfelf departed from Cambridge, to the present time. Behold us, then, more like two pilgrims performing a journey to the tomb of some wonder-working saint, than men travelling for their pleasure and amusement. We are so completely metamorphosed, that I much doubt whether you would recognise us through our disguise ; we carry our clothes, &c. in a wallet or knapsack, from which we have not hitherto experienced the slightest inconvenience : as for all ideas of appearance and gentility, they are entirely out of the question-our object is to fee, not to be seen; and if I thought I had one acquaintance who would be ashamed of me and my knapsack, feated by the fire fide of an honest Welsh peasant, in a country


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village, I should not only make myself perfectly easy on my own account, but should be induced to pity and despise him for his weakness.

We made fome stay at Oxford, where we experienced the utmost hospitality and attention; and then profecuted our route by way of Glocester, Rofs, Hereford, Bishop's Castle, &c. I have annexed the names of the places we have passed through in their regular order, as well as their distances from each other, fo that you will perceive we have not fatigued ourselves with very long marches.

It is not my intention to trouble you with a minute description of places; or with uninteresting accounts of individuals, from which you would not derive any very desirable information in the perusal,

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nor I any gratification in the relation. The feelings of men generally harmonize with their fituation; and sublime images must naturally arise in the mind, when the external objects of its contemplation are accompanied with any thing peculiarly grand or majestic: under such impressions I cannot, when I am upon the summit of a mountain, with a beautiful and fertile country widely extending upon the light, think of any thing but the prospect before me; nor in admiring a cathedral constructed with all the elegance of finished architecture, could I reduce

my thoughts to the rule and compass in order to measure its height and dimensions, or enter into a critique upon the justness of its proportions; the form would triumph over the matter, and drive every other confideration to a distance: and after contemplating the venerable remains of



fome once celebrated fabric, I could not patiently endure to give an historical detail of its founder, the different benefactors to whom it has been indebted, or the charters and privileges it has enjoyed. But they are not alone sublime situations which excite sublime ideas; every object in nature is interesting, and wherever nature is, I feel fimilar sensations; mountains and valleys, rivers and rivulets, nay the smallest plants that are trodden under our feet, unseen or unregarded, are inexhaustible sources, to a contemplative mind, of gratification and delight.

O how can'ft thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms, which nature to her vot'ry yields !
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the fong of even ;
All that the mountain's sheltering bofom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven;
O how can'lt thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven !

The Minstrel.


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