masses of rock are here insulated by the river, which vainly chafes and foams among them. The great

Doward Hill soon rose in all its grandeur on the right, galleried throughout by quarries, and rendered wildly beautiful by the misty smoke from its numerous kilns and cottages, which are sprinkled all over its fantastic heights, wherever a tiny cabin can find room to perch itself. The New Weir here received our boat in its swelling eddy, and the foaming, roaring water added not a little to the interest of the scene. Lofty rocks now rise on both sides, robed in infinite varieties of wood and shrub of every imaginable tint, showing the pale grey of the limestones, contrasted richly by the bright red, green, yellow, and brown of the autumn foliage. Many portions of the craggy cliffs have the appearance of ruined castles and towers. Three remarkable ones are named the three sisters,-Ann, Mary, and Elizabeth,-right venerable personages. King Arthur, that hero of "oldenne tyme," has a hall and chair named to his honour in this neighbourhood; the latter is a semicircular hollow near the Little Doward, on which are the remains of a British camp. Here, in a spot called Martin's Pool, the river is said. to be seventy feet deep. Handsome and tasteful residences now frequently appear on the wooded banks, among which the Leys, Vaga Cottage, and Newton Hall, are the chief.

The approach to Monmouth is very pleasing, and the town occupies a position of great beauty, lying in a valley surrounded by hills, and nearly encircled by two rivers, the Wye and Monnow. The few remains of the castle stand upon an eminence to the south of the