Thus, being fall'n, his actions fought anew,

And the dead conquer'd whilst the living flew."

WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT.

On the same side are the following lines by
Martin Llewellen.

"Thus slain, thy valiant ancestor did lie,
When his own bark a navy did defy.

When now encompass'd round, the victor stood,
And bath'd his pinnace in his conqu❜ring blood,
Till all his purple current, dried and spent,
He fell and made the waves his monument,
Where shall the next fam'd Granville's ashes stand?
Thy grandsire fills the seas, and thou the land."

MARTIN LLEWELLEN.

At this spot the spectator is well repaid for his curiosity. He is lost, as it were, with the vast expanse before him; and however strong and elegant language may be applied towards communicating its brilliant and sublime effect, description is totally inadequate to convey any thing like the reality of the scene. Through a field or two on the left, which is easily ascertained, the traveller will gain what is denominated "PROSPECT STYLE;" so termed from the completeness of the view which it affords. The Avon in all its windings, with the cities of Bristol and Bath, are immediately recognised; the junction of the Severn with the Avon is also distinctly traced; and the fine Monmouthshire hills increase the effect. The scenery all around is bold as well as picturesque; and although at the distance of forty miles from Lansdown, the Bloreuch and Sugar Loaf mountains are accurately distinguished. The perspective is en

Sir Richard Granville.

chanting, and the local view likewise is interesting. Here and there a gentleman's seat is seen in the valley-the little spire of a country church-farm-houses and cottages-the fertile ground all around-the charming foliage of the trees-the extent of hedges dividing the various lands, the sheep feeding, &c. furnishing a most admirable landscape for the exquisite talents of a POUSSIN. The herbage on these Downs is considered the most nutritive in the West of England for fattening of sheep; and those fed upon the adjacent hills hold no comparison with the numbers which are reared on Lansdown.

Th' unbusied shepherd, stretch'd beneath the hawthorn,
His careless limbs thrown out in wanton ease,
With thoughtless gaze perusing the arch'd heavens,
And idly whistling while his sheep feed round him,
Enjoys a sweeter shade than that of canopies
Hemm'd in by cares, and shook by storms of treason.

If the traveller wishes to extend his excursion to WICK he will be amply repaid for his exertion. He must now make forwards again to the PILLAR, and be particular in taking the road which leads to the left. The country all around him still continues worthy of his attention, and he will pass Ashton-Lodge on his right. On arriving at WICK, which is a small village, containing only a few straggling houses, the Crown Inn, kept by Mr. Gulley,* affords a nice opportunity for refreshment to the visitor, before he commences his examination of the rocks. On the right, directly opposite to the above Inn, you pass through a gate, and, inclining a short

*Father of the once celebrated pugilist of that name; but who is now a distinguished sportsman on the turf.

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distance to the left, over a small stone bridge, you enter the romantic scenery of Wick, which is about three quarters of a mile in length. appears like a wilderness; the high trees, the beauty of their foliage descending into a sort of rivulet, and the rugged appearance of the Glen altogether, tend to make a pleasing sensation on the mind of the spectator. Here are also some iron works situated in this recess, well worthy the investigation of the traveller; but, without permission, no admittance to view them is granted. A style, on the left of the above works, presents itself, when, after ascending a hill, at a little distance, the traveller enters upon the rocks with all their majestic appearance ; the loftiest parts of which exceed 200 feet in height. It is true, they fall very short by comparison to those of St. Vincent, near Clifton; but nevertheless they must be viewed as a great natural curiosity. In some places, the Glen is extremely craggy, and to persons of a timid disposition may appear rather awkward, if not dangerous to get along; but when once they are explored to the end, the prospect upon the water is delightful, interesting, stupendous, and grand, which is seen foaming over rugged masses of stone, from a most impetuous current, which ultimately falls into the Avon. The above Glen, within the last few years, has lost much of its romantic interest, from the introduction of several manufactories, in consequence of buying up the water to serve those purposes; since which, in the course of two miles, it now works no less than six mills, consisting of a paper, a cotton, an iron, a rolling, a slitting, and two grist mills.

Persons visiting either Bath or Bristol ought not to omit viewing the rocks at Wick, if they possess in the slightest degree any taste for geology, painting, or romantic natural scenery, which the whole of this spot exhibits in so prominent a point of view. In fact, WICK is but half way from either of the above Cities. Returning to Bath the look-out all around the traveller upon Lansdown-hill is so extensive, diversified, and powerful, that any thing like monotony is out of the question; and the commonest or most indifferent spectator in the world cannot pass and repass it, without reflecting upon the pleasure he has derived in contemplating the beauties of nature and the sublimity of the works of the creation.

WALK (or Ride) XI.

VISIT TO CORSHAM-HOUSE; ITS FINE COLLECTION OF PAINTINGS, PARK, &c.

From Grosvenor-Place, on the London-Road, to Bath Easton. Through the Villages of Box and Pickwick to Corsham.

Dost thou love Pictures? we will fetch thee straight
ADONIS, painted by a running brook;

And CITHEREA all in sedges hid,

Which seem to move, and wanton with her breath,
Ev'n as the waving sedges play with wind.

THE FINE ARTS in England have made such rapid strides towards perfection within the last fifty-one years, under the immediate patronage of his present Majesty, GEORGE III. and the Annual Exhibitions of the English Artists, at the ROYAL ACADEMY, have tended not only to excite the highest praise and admiration from among the most critical judges of the talents of the pencil, but also to create, generally, a taste for Paintings among the various classes of society, that it is fairly to be presumed, however attractive and fascinating the numerous amusements of BATH may prove to its fashionable visitors, ONE DAY, at least, will be set apart, even with rapturous anticipation, to view CORSHAM-HOUSE, and its justly celebrated fine collection of pictures; indeed, it would almost