AUGUST 3.

We went in the coach to Holywell.

Talk with Mistress about flattery[1202].

Holywell is a market town, neither very small nor mean. The spring

called Winifred's Well is very clear, and so copious, that it yields one

hundred tuns of water in a minute. It is all at once a very great

stream, which, within perhaps thirty yards of its eruption, turns a

mill, and in a course of two miles, eighteen mills more. In descent, it

is very quick. It then falls into the sea. The well is covered by a

lofty circular arch, supported by pillars; and over this arch is an old

chapel, now a school. The chancel is separated by a wall. The bath is

completely and indecently open. A woman bathed while we all looked on.

In the Church, which makes a good appearance, and is surrounded by

galleries to receive a numerous congregation, we were present while a

child was christened in Welsh.

We went down by the stream to see a prospect, in which I had no part. We

then saw a brass work, where the lapis calaminaris[1203] is gathered,

broken, washed from the earth and the lead, though how the lead was

separated I did not see; then calcined, afterwards ground fine, and then

mixed by fire with the copper.

We saw several strong fires with melting pots, but the construction of

the fire-places I did not learn.

At a copper-work which receives its pigs of copper, I think, from

Warrington, we saw a plate of copper put hot between steel rollers, and

spread thin; I know not whether the upper roller was set to a certain

distance, as I suppose, or acted only by its weight.

At an iron-work I saw round bars formed by a knotched hammer and anvil.

There I saw a bar of about half an inch, or more, square cut with shears

worked by water, and then beaten hot into a thinner bar. The hammers all

worked, as they were, by water, acting upon small bodies, moved very

quick, as quick as by the hand.

I then saw wire drawn, and gave a shilling. I have enlarged my

notions[1204], though not being able to see the movements, and having

not time to peep closely, I know less than I might. I was less weary,

and had better breath, as I walked farther.

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