THOMSON.

In the evening of the next day, having in the course of it received his

portmanteau from Carnarvon, our traveller, whose name he gave his

landlord to understand was Mordaunt, began slowly to ascend a romantic

mountain, stopping at intervals to admire the beauty of the surrounding

prospect, and occasionally selecting from the mountain plants such

specimens as he had not met with before; for our traveller was an

excellent botanist, had a slight knowledge of mineralogy, and a genuine

taste for the charms of nature. In what farther sciences he was

instructed, and how he came by information so much above his present

sphere, we shall learn as we proceed.

Mordaunt had wandered more than an hour, when he reached some slight

remains of an ancient castle: it was a complete ruin, affording no

shelter, and scarcely a resting-place; however, on a large stone, which

had fallen from one of the crumbling pillars, he sat down and enjoyed

the beauty of the extensive prospect before him, and to which no

descriptive powers short of Mrs. Radcliffe's could do justice: here he

remained, catching, at intervals, a distant sail; for the sea, not far

off, formed one magnificent feature in the view; till the shades of

evening appeared to close upon him somewhat suddenly: surprised at the

gloom, he turned round, and observed that the top of the mountain behind

him was covered with heavy clouds, which soon becoming thicker, fell

around him in large drops of rain, mingled with low muttering thunder,

and distant gleams of lightning: the sea assumed a more terrific

appearance, and the lashing of the waves against the shore was more

distinctly heard: every thing, in short, seemed to foretell a tremendous

storm.

The gloomy woods

Start at the flash, and from their deep recess,

Wide flaming out their trembling inmates shake!

Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud

The repercussive roar; with mighty crush,

Into the flashing deep from the rude rocks

Of Penmanmawr heap'd hideous to the sky,

Tumble the smitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak,

Dissolving, instant yields his wintry load.

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