the honour to boast of my origin from thence; and as the name and exploits of my ancestors continually occur through the wild heroic pages of Welsh fable or history.". Here again Mr. Cradock might have mended his motto, by borrowing another line or two from Shakespeare's Othello; who, like himself, could boast his descent from “ men of royal fiege ;" but that the more modest Moor did not know that boasting was an honour. Admitting, however, our traveller's plea both for boasting and writing, surely he might have favoured his readers in printing and publishing with more than seventy words in a page ! At this rate printed tours will soon be as dear as officecopies of bills and answers in Chancery. We cannot quite spare room, nor, if we could, is the matter worth it ; we Thould otherwise be tempted to print the whole of this petty (we. had almost said catch-penny) publication, in a few pages of our Review. But shorter specimens will suffice.- After duly ascertaining (prudently no doubt to prevent disputes among pofterity) the date of this important tour, undertaken in the autumn Anno Domini, 1776, our author acquaints us that, he set out from Shrewsbury for Welsh Poole, where, tho' lo near the Severn, Salmon is never under twelve-pence a pound ! From Welsh Poole, he orders a carriage to convey hiin to Llanvair, his last stage on known ground. Here, says he, " the road was perfectly good, the people spoke English, and their civility was so remarkable, that the very turnpike-man was grateful for the toll.”—It is well our traveller gives this hint, or we might otherwise have suspected, from his quitting the last stage on known ground, that he was going to ferry it over the Styx, to that unknown bourne from which no traveller returns : but Charon is a furly old dog, and n:ver thanks any halfpenny passenger for paying him toll. But to proceed with our traveller on bis unkiown ground : of which he gives lo curious and enigmatical a delcription, that it may remain itill unknown for any thing we can make of it.

" I was here (viz, at quirting known ground,) most Itrongly recommended to a good houle, about twelve miles diftant, but found it only a miserable hut ; I therefore pretled onwards as fast as possible, and after some difficulties arrived at Dynys-Mouthy.

“ This City (for Dynys is Welth for City) is poffeffed of many and great advantages; there is no body-corporate to divide it into taction, there is not a single Office that can posibly be contended forthe rent of houses will be the same at all leatons, and even in Auguit you are never incommoded by the sun. The river is not large, but it will never be encroached upon by the inhabitants; their fequentered walks will never be injured by any fresh Dealers in Taite, -indeed they have only one tree to cut down, an oak planted in the reign of


Charles the Second; and I believe they have never heard of any King fince.”

If our readers can decypher this conundrum description of Dynys-Mouthy, it is more than we can. It might, for us, have been full as well written in Welsh - Theie DynysMouthians, it seems, have never heard of a King, fince Charles the second ! To be sure, none of our Kings have made much noise since !—There have, indeed, been a royal abdication, a revolution, and two rebellions fince; but no matter, the Dynys-Mouthians have got'one royal-oak ; and as that stands, the King, in whose reign it was planted, must live for ever. And yet we are told, these fame antiquated DynysMouthyans are no strangers to the novel bon ton; they drets in the top of the mode ; for, " as to the fashions, ihey are fimilar to those in town-the head-dress of the females is very high, and in a morning they generally wear the Half-Poloneie." We can no more reconcile this inconsistency in the natives, than we can relish the quaint turns and affeěted obfcurity of description in the writer. As to provisions, says he, " the people do not attempt to make what nature has not bestowed upon them. They gave me whatever they had, bread, uncontaininated with spurious mixtures, and milk, that was absolutely from the cow.” Absolutely this is wonderful! They neither make cheese, butter, custards, milk-porridge, puddings, nor pancakes, at Dynys-Mouthy; and bread-fruit grows in North-Wales just as naturally as the Banana at Otaheite!There are other strange things also in this country, it seems, that nobody before ever dreamt on: some that our traveller did see, and foine that he did not see.

“ I did not see a Cathedral, nor heard of either bishop or palace ; probably he might refide at a great distance, and have conligned his Hock over to a chapel of ease.

“ There is no court of judicature open here. This city is as free froni attornies as ancient Thebes ; indeed the two never-failing fources of litigation, the Puor laws and the Game laws, are entirely unknown, There is not even a Quack; so those whom liquor spares, generally die at a very advanced age.

“ The Theatre is held in great repute. I had the pleasure to be present at one play, which is here called an Anterlute, probably a corruption from our term Interlude. The piece was said to have been written by a celebrated Mr. Evan Something, who lived at Bala ; but, from the actions, gestures, and emblems, I conceived it to have been mo. delled from before Shakespeare's time. The plot was in part fimilar to a burletta, which has frequently been exhibited in London, called La Serva Padrona, but the music was certainly not Pergolesi's. The orchestra, to be sure, was exceedingly contracted ; but we must reflect that some of our beit, as well as earliest dramas, were only accompa


nied by a Harp., The price of admittance to this elegant entertainment would have been termed by the Romans, Denarius."

The mere English reader will certainly be puzzled here to know, what Mr. Cradock means; and how much the price of admittance to this Welsh' theatre was; if he have the hou nour to boojt Welsh extraction, he will probably be apt also to put himielf in a passion at being so purposely puzzled; but don't let him be angry. Mr. Cradock, we see, sets up

for a Scholar and a Wit; and, as your Scholars cannot express themselves in a plain way, familiar to common capacities, so your IVits have allowedly a cramp, roundabout, way to make themselves understood at all. --- It is well for the world that there are fuch mediatorial beings as Critics and Reviewers to serve as interpreters between them. Our Scholar, and Wit, is unluckily, however, a little out in his reckoning here, if we, ourselves, are not deceived in our computation. He says, the price of admittance would have been termed by the Romans, Denarius. Now, as we conceive it, he means to say the price was, what the English term a penny. A pitiful price, indeed, for the entertainment of fo reputable a theatre *. ; But tho’an Englishınan, speaking Latin, inight term it Denarius, the Romans would not have set fo little value on such an entertainment. The Denarius of the Romans, according to Tila lemont, was of sufficient value for a man's fubfiftence per diem; equivalent, according to other writers, to the keep of a man handsomely for twenty-four hours: according to others, equal to twelve French Sols, or eleven pence English Now, was this the price Mr. Cradock paid ? If not, he is in this instance no Scholar, but only a Wit; and this instance of his wit is not worth the subject of it, a modern penny.--Nor seems our traveller more ambitious to display his wit and learning, than to appear a politician and moralift.

“ The road from Dynys-Mouthy afforded very little amusenient, and the first cast of Cader Idris greatly disappointed me; but I foon recollected, that as I was then on very high ground, it must have been from some other point of view that this mountain had rendered itself so remarkable. In the course of this reflection, I was on å fudden delighted with the country round Dolgelly; -woods, rocks, a rich vale, a fine river, and, at that distance, the appearance of rather a decent town, surrounded with many gentlemen's seats ---theses contrafted with the barrennefs I had just travelled through, all joined to

* We hope, therefore, for its emolument, Mr. Cradock displaved some of that generosity, he forinerly shewed to our London Theatres, by giving, the Mrs. Yates of the Welth company, a copy of his incomparable Zobeide. No disparagemere to Mr. Eran Something's drama, it would, without the aid of Pergolesi’s music, make full as good an anterlute as ever was accompanied by the Welsh harp! Vol. VI.



render the prospect truly delicious. But how was I disgusted on my arrival ar the interior parts of this miserable place! there is no street in it; you pass from dungeon to dungeon, through a multiplicity of hoge yards ;-before I reached the inn, I heard a cracked trumpet sounding every where about, and immediately concluded that I might see, in the evening, another tarce or anterlute; but was informed it was only in tended to call the Justices to the quarter-feffions. At the inn there was nothing to be ohiained; fo that as soon as possible I fe... out for a Guide, that I might retire to the mountains ;--whilft I was in wajiing, I enquired about the only tolerable building I then faw, and was told it was for cock-matches, such as we had in England ;-ihat they were jutt over, but that I might go immediately and see a famous man from London Thew tricks of Night of band. I chiefly wished for some refreshment, having greatly fuffered from fatigue and illnefs the preceding day ; but as I was a stranger, the people shewed me little or no civility, and on my enquiring for horses, took every advantage of my distress. I was now almost inclined to have bestowed upon then some rather ungracious epitheis; but I considered, that as we seemed to be teaching them nothing from England but cruelty and fraud, fought rather to laneni the cause than intult the effect of their brutality."

The reader should consider here that our traveller, being very hungry and of Welsh extraction, was in a humour to be very angry ; it is no wonder though that a moody expression, or iwo, should in fuch circumstances escape hiin.--Having thus cautioned our readers, respecting the serious atiention 10 be paid to this romantic account of the romantic parts of North Wales ; we shall quote only a pi ffage or tiro more, for their amusement, ard to few, the propriety of such caution.

« Before we reached Tan y Bulch, we stopped to look into a small church, where fine cleanly villagers were allembled at evening prayers, the women were by far the handsomeft of any I saw in this country; the clergy man was rcading the lctlon cuncerning David and his Concubines, and I could not help reflectin', that if these ignorant people fhould any way confound the Old with the New Law, they might here find some excule for that Gallantry, which facritices the virtue of fo wany temales in this neighbour hund: to prevent tuch a mistake, would it not be proper to have an exposition made of this chapter, and tranflared into clin? I viean only, provided the learned labour could be contined within the narrow limits of five volumes in folio.

“ I was much funk with the situation of Mrs. Griffith's house at Tan y Bwlch,--at firtt fight it funnewhat resembled Matlock Bath, but the hills in fiont are thrown to a fine diliance, and behind the boule they are covered with wood; through a very spacious valley the river Drysyd ruis, and from the tops of ihe mountains are frequent and not inconsiderable cataracts, mindeed most of the romantic prospects of North Wales, taken separately, are infinitely superior to those of Derbyshire ; but where fall we find, within the fame distance, such amazing contrast as the high polish of Kedleiton, opposed to the bleak horrors of the Peak?

" Mr.

“ Mrs. Griffith is pofíeffed of a conliderable fortune,--the has an only daughter, to whom a sensible clergyman, who resides in the house, is tutor, and who, though a chaplain, is treated as independent. A lady, it is true, in such a country, cannot be every diry interrup:ed with. • vifitarits, but Mrs. Griffith has generally a select party of friends, thele forin a rational society, whereas in many places a good neigh. bourhood means little more than keeping an inn at your own expence.”

That is as much as to say that Mrs. Griffith's friends always considerately bring their píppins and cheese, in their pickets. Not but that there is a real inn at Tan y Bwlch, the history and present situation of whose landlady are judged worth recording in this important Tour.

" The mistress of the little inn at Tan y Bwlch, has lived many years servant in considerable families, and, from her atentive civility, has received great commendations from the few Englismen that have hitherto visited this country.--Her house is this year much improved ; -Lord Radnor, having itaid a day or two there, has made her a press sent of the fitting up of her parlour: two fath-windows add great chear. fulness to the room, and each grateful pallenger readily joins with the landlady in celebrating the kindness of the public-spirited young Robleman."

A wonderful instance of public spirit indeed! A present of two fash windows, and the fitting up of a d inking-parlour ; for we will not fuppose it ever put to any other use. The rest of the observations, contained in this i olume, are of pretty much the same importance; except indeed such as are borrowed from other writers; whick, by the way, are not few ; The Archacologia of the Antiquarian Society, Whitaker, and other authors, being robbed in a manner very cavalierly, and too much in the itile of the Gentleman-highwayman, to subject the author to the imputation of a foot. pad plagiary.

We have hinted at the vile quaintners and atfectation in the fent ment and expreffion, made use of in the courte of this work; they are indeed frequently very plerile an: diigufting. “ he Britons,” says Mr. Cradock, were not to totally destitute of defence as hath been imagined; the island is itself a shield, and they certainly made uie of ihe battle axe, as well as military chariot.”—The following far & tched compliment is paid to Mr. Mason, and to the memory of Mr. Gray.

“ { made several Excurfiors into the Ille of Anglesca, the wellknown Seat of the Druids ;—this may no:v le contidered as Clatrical Ground; for though Mona is deitroyed, and her altars abolist.ed, though Fires have contumed her Groves; and her Priests have perished by the Sword, yet, like the Phænix, f.e rifes mcie glorious from Decay ; her Athes have given Birth to the Caracticus of Mafon, and che face of her Bards to the Inspiration af Gray."


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