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ters of volcanos, the more elevated lift their points above those clouds, which roll, in columns, along their gigantic sides. Near the place where we paused to observe !his fine prospect, we stopped to quench our almost ungovernable thirst at a spring, which wells out of the side of the mountain. No travellers over the deserts of Ethiopia were ever more rejoiced at coming to an unexpected fountain, than we were at this delightful: spring. “O Fons,” we were ready to exclaim.

60 Fons Snowdoniæ, splendidior vitro,
Dulcedineque mero, non sine fioribus,

Cras donaberis hædo.”

Well may the nations of the east consecrate their wells and fountains! Ere we departed, we took large libations; consecrated it with our praises and our bles-, sings; and called it Hygeia's fountain.

After climbing over masses of crags and rocks, we ascended the peak of Snowdon, the height of which is 3571 feet above the level of the Irish sea. Arrived at its summit, a scene presented itself magnificient beyond the powers of language Indeed language is indigent and impotent, when it would presume to sketch scenes on which the great Eternal has placed his matchless finger writh delight.From this point are seen more than five and twenty lakes.---Sealed on one of the crags it was long before the eye, unaccustomed to meashre such elevations, could accommodate itself to scenes so admirable:--the whole appearing as if there had been a war of the elements, and as if we were the only inhabitants of the globe permitted to contemplate the ruins of the world.-Rocks and mountains, which, when observed from below, bear all the evidences of sublimity, when viewed from the summit of Snowdon, are blended with ochers as dark, as rugged, and as elevated as themselves the whole resembling the swellings of an agitated ocean The extent of this prospect appears almost unlimited. * The four kingdoms are seen at once; Wales, England, Scotland, and Ireland! forming the finest panorama The empire can boast. The circle begins with the mount

tains of Cumberland and Westmoreland ; those of In: gleborough and Penygent, in the county of York, and the hills of Lancashire, follow; then are observed the counties of Chester, Flint, and Denbigh, and a portion of Montgomeryshire. Nearly the whole of Merioneth succeeds; and, drawing a line with the eye along the diameter of the circle, we take in ihose regions, stretching from the triple-crown of Cader Idris, to the sterile crags of Carnedd's David, and Llewellyn. Snowdon, rising in the centre, appears as if he could touch the south with his right hand, and the north with his left. Surely Cæsar sat upon these crags, when he formed the daring conception of governing the world! At this moment, how contemptible appeared the vanity and folly of Xerxes, when he formed the resolution of cutting through a mountain which casts its shadow more than eighty miles :—“Athos, thou proud and aspiring moun. tain, that liftest thy head unto the heavens, be not so audacious as to put obstacles in my way, If thou doest, I will cut thee down, and throw thee headlong into the sea.” From Cader Idris, the eye, pursuing the orbit of the bold geographical outline, glances over the bay of Cardigan, and reposes for a while on the summit of the Rivel. After observing the indented shores of Carnarvonshire, it travels over a long line of ocean, till, in the extremity of the horizon, the blue mountains of Wicklow terminate the perspective. Those mountains gradually sink along the coast, till they are lost to the eye; which, ranging along the expanse, at length, as weary of the journey, reposes on the Island of Man and the distant mountains of Scotland. The intermediate space is occupied by the sides and summits of moun. tains, hollow crags, masses of rocks, the towers of Carnarvon, the fields of Anglesea, with woods, lakes, and glens, scattered in magnificient confusion. A scene like this cominands our feelings to echo, as it were, in uuison to its grandeur and sublimity; the thrill of as. tonishment and the transport of admiration seem to contend for the mastery; and nerves are touched that never thrilled before! We seem as if our foriner existence

were annihilated ; and as if a new epoch were commenced. Another world opens upon 11s; and an unlimited orbit appears to display itself, as a theatre for our ambition. In viewing scenes so decidedly magnificent, to which neither the pen of the poet, nor the pencil of the painter, can ever promise justice ; and the contemplation of which has the power of making ample atonement for having studied mankind ; the soul, expanding and sublined, quickens with a spirit of divniity, and appears, as it were, associated with the Deity himself. Few ever mounted this towering eminence, but, for a time, they became wiser and better. Here the proud may learn humility: the unfortunate acquire confidence and the man, who climbs Snowdon as an atheist, feels as it were, ere he descends, an ardent desire to fall down and worship its Creator! Before our guide could induce us to leave this spot, the clouds formed around us; and at the moment in which we passed the Red Ridge, a peal of thunder murmured among the moun. tains. He, who has passed this tremendous rampire, will conceive the effect of the explosion, and the danger of our siluation. The Red Ridge is a long narrow pass, elevated more than two thousand feet above the vale ; the top of it, in some places, is not more than twelve feet across ; and, by a slight inclination of the eve, a rocky valley is seen on one side, as deep, and nearly as perpendicular as the one on the other. The lightning now fashed over our heads; and the thunder, as we might have expected from the intensity of the day, rolled in sonorous volumes around us. If the prospect from the summit of Snowdon had been the finest we had ever seen, so were these the most tremendous sounds that we had ever heard. Upon returning lo Bethgelart, à sequestered village, rendered famous for the retirement of Vortigern, who insulated himself upon a lofty rock, since called the fort of Ambrosius, the moon, rising from behind the crags, threw a matchless glory over all the heavens. A transition more delightful to the imagination, it were scarcely possible to conceive.

THE OCEAN. The ocean, which Sophocles considered the finest and most beautiful object in nature, fills every contempla tive inind with that grateful awe, which bears witness that it acknowledges the hand of the Deity; and that we know the value of that religion which a French writer would call “the science of the soul,” the language of which is that of the mind, in unison with the affections. This vast collection of globules, and fountain of vapor, occupies more than three parts of the globe; is ihe source of circulation and growth to all organized bodies ; and the general reservoir of vegetable and animal decompositions, with sulphureous and mineral substances. While the myriads of animals it contains, no pen could ever number. Neither could it enumerale the multitude of shells, gems, and plants, which grow to us invisibly ; and to which, doubtless, the present species, genera, orders, and classes, could not be referred. Some floating with the wind; others at the mercy of every wave; some secured to stones and rocks; some rising to the surface from the bottom: and others, sheltered from agitations, rising not more than two inches a bore !he great bed of ihe ocean ; re.. ceiving nourishment from its saline particles; and give ing sustenance, in return, lo innumerable fishes and ins. sects. Thales was, therefore, not far from the truth when he said that the Deily formed all things out of water :-nor Proclus, when he taught that ihe ocean was the cause of secondary natures of every description. When we sit upon the ledges of rocks, rising over the ocean; when we behold its boundless surface, agi.. lated with perpetual motion; and when we listen to the music of its murmur, or the deep intonations of its róar, whai amplitude doh ihe mind acquire, as to ex. teni, lo numbers and duration! Avid storms and tempests it is al nature assumes the mosi lerrific attiludes, Those who tare beheld the waves beating along the recesses of Norwal, heard the vast ice islands of Spilzenbergen crash against each other when contending winds strive for the mastery ; ond those who have had

the power of contrasting them with the tempests of the Cape, where the electric fuid, bursting from an azure sky foretells the monsoon, so admirably delineated by Camoens, feel an awful sensation while reflecting on the length of ages that was requisite to acquire a knowledge of the watery waste. Nature often speaks with most miraculous organ; and sometimes with force even equal to that of the decalogue. "If I ascend into heaven,” says the Hebrew poet, “thou art there; If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the utlermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand hold me.” Coasting along the rocks of Portugal, the imagination listens to the hymn of " Adeste Fideles ;" along those of Sicily, il rests upon the “O Sanctissima” of the Siciliar. mariners; along the shores of the Adriatic, the soul inhales delight froin the poems of Petrarch and Tasso; and when gliding along the waters of Palestine, we recall that awful period when“ lhe earth was without form, and void ; and darkness sat upor. the face of the deep." The ocean, a solitude more solemn and awful than that of mountains, forests, or deserts, penetrates the soul with a spirit of devotion. Every agitation produces new beauty or new wonder : the miracles of the firmament are reflected in every wave, in the unceasing restlessness of which we recognize the ever marching progress of line: and, as the waves gradually accumulate at a distance, seeming to collect their strength in their approach to the shore, and fall on the beach in the form of a semicircular cascade, contemplation seems to have the power of producing annbrosial sluinbers; and silently whispering to the imagination that the soul is of ethe. rial origin and of eternal duration, we seem for a moment to be, like Enoch, translated 10 heaven. l'he rising and selling of the sun; the splendor of Orion in a night of Autumn; and the immensity of the Ocean, far beyond the pencil of painters, or the imagery of poets, awaken ideas of power awful and magnificent. Raised abore the level of hu. man thought, the soul acknowledges a wild and ter.

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