of one arch, but a neat plate of which you will find in A Collection of Tours through the Principality. Here is a poor village of the same name, where nothing used to strike the eye but wire works fallen into decay. Now works are erected for a tin manufactory, similar to those near Caerleon. Trosnant, another village, soon appears in view, of larger extent, and in which are some good houses. Quickly after you have a view to the right of the Great House, the stables, and the adjoining park, when you all at once find yourselves entering the sequestered town of Pontypool! It consists only of two streets, has one principal inn, but an excellent market on Saturday, for almost every kind of provision. From the Cross, in the centre of the place, is a view of gardens belonging to the Great House, recently laid out, and in a high degree of cultivation.

It is remarkable that this little town should not have in it either church, chapel, or any kind of meeting house. The parish church of Trevethin stands one mile off, two meetings at a similar distance, and another in the village of Trosnant; whilst a fourth has been lately erected in its vicinity, belonging to the Wesleyan connexion. With respect to the Church, it may be accounted for on this principle, that the town being of modern date, it would be much easier for the inhabitants to frequent the structure already built, than to erect another in its vicinity.

The Church is situated on the side of a hill, and therefore it requires the effort of many a step

to reach it. Part of the way lies through the midst of a wood, which renders the approach towards it solemn and impressive. You at last see it at the distance of a long field, placed on an eminence, encompassed with a few tombs belonging to respectable families, and with a number of head-stones, those common memorials of mortality. The time of its erection being unknown, we may exclaim:

Say, ancient edifice-how long upon the hill has stood
Thy weather-braving tower, and silent mark'd

The human leaf inconstant bud and fall?

The generations of deciduous man,

How often hast thou seen them pass away!
How often has thy still-surrounding sward,
Yawn'd for the fathers of the peopled vale,
And clos'd upon them all!

HURDIS.

The edifice itself is a good plain country church; the pulpit has stood many years, having on it this inscription:" 1637, God save the King, C. R. 13," with some other initials; and of the few monuments to be found here, that belonging to the family of the Hanburies is by far the best, both in point of appearance and execution. The vault

stands close to it, with an escutcheon suspended over the door, bearing this very usual but expressive motto," In cælo quies"-IN HEAVEN THERE IS REST. This sentiment forms a contrast with the bustle attendant upon earthly greatness, which seldom fails to bring along with it more than an ordinary share of the cares ard sorrows of mortality. There is also a plain tablet fixed above

one of the pillars, with some expressive lines on Mr. Read, a physician, who was much esteemed for his seriousness and his humanity. A neat marble tablet has been lately put up sacred to the memory of both my PARENTS, Caleb and Ann Evans, the latter dying in 1799, and the former March, 17, 1813, in the seventy-first year of his age. It is gratefully and respectfully erected by their Children, with this simple inscription :-*

THIS MORTAL MUST PUT ON IMMORTALITY.

* Mr. CALEB EVANS was an active and useful member of the community; when, at length, the infirmities of old age (that incurable disease) stole upon him and terminated in his dissolution. He possessed a good understanding, a cheerful disposition, and a benevolent heart. To the last he retained his faculties, and expired with the humble expectation of admission into a better world. His hope was founded on the declaration of mercy made in the Gospel of JESUS CHRIST, who hath brought life and immortality to light! In his last illness, which he bore with exemplary fortitude and resignation, he often repeated these lines:

Beloved and respected, it is not a matter of surprise that a more than usually large concourse of people should follow his remains to the tomb. They were happy in paying the last token of respect to his memory. Having resided in the town for near half a century, he was among the oldest inhabitants of the place. His bier was borne from his own door, for about a hundred yards, by three Sons, and his youngest son-in-law, according to an ancient and affecting custom of the Principality. Having thought much on religious subjects, his views were rational, aiming to shun the extremes of enthusiasm and of superstition, whilst he felt a strong aversion to every species of uncharitableness and bigotry. Most honourable were his ideas of the Supreme Being. In his opinion, neither the maintenance of

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IRON MANUFACTORY.

The situation of the Church is rural, and the prospect must make an impression on the heart. Having ascended the tower, you find yourself environed by hills, on the sides of which the bleating flocks are scattered in every direction. The rustic cottages here and there shew their heads with simplicity. Immediately before you, at the extremity of the horizon, the Bristol Channel presents itself, on the surface of which are seen gliding to and fro vessels of various sizes, whose white sails, by means of the reflection of the sun, heighten and beautify the landscape! Beyond, the scene is bounded by a fine blue ridge of the Somersetshire hills, not far distant from Wells, Bridgewater, and Glastonbury.

Descending from this eminence, you go down gradually into the valley; and entering the town you pass by a forge, where the iron from the furnace is again melted down and beaten into different forms for the uses of society. The place has a dark and tremendous appearance. The glowing

peculiar articles of faith, nor an adherence to particular modes of worship, but to do justice, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with God, was the sum and substance of Christianity. He and the late excellent Dr. Caleb Evans, who was for many years President of the Baptist Academy at Bristol, were brothers' children. Their common ancestor, MR. THOMAS EVANS, was one of the ejected ministers at Maesmynys, Brecknockshire, in the reign of Charles the Second. He is respectfully mentioned in Palmer's Nonconformist Memorial; and a record, still preserved in the family, bears honourable testimony to his talents and integrity. I could not well restrain my pen on this subject: filial affection, my young friend, is my only and best apology.

of so many fires, the roar of so many pair of bellows, together with the reiterated fall of a hammer of near five hundred pounds weight, astound the senses, filling them with fearful reverberations

See, pale and hollow-eyed, in his blue shirt,
Before the scorching furnace reeking stands
The WEARY SMITH! A thund'ring water-wheel
Alternately uplifts his cumb'rous pair

Of roaring bellows. He torments the coal
And stirs the melting ore, till all resolved;
Then with vast forceps seizes the bright mass
And drags its glowing to the anvil. Eye
Can scarce attend it, so intense the heat.
He bears it all, and with one arm lets free
Th' impatient stream. The heavy wheel uplifts
Slowly, and suddenly lets fall the loud

And awful hammer that confounds the ear

And makes the firm earth tremble! He the block
Shapes to the blow obsequious; cooler grown
He stays his flood-gate, once again provokes
The dying cinder, and his half-done work
Buries in fire. Again he plucks it forth
And once more lifts it on the sturdy anvil.
There, beaten long, and often turn'd, at length,
'Tis done. He bears it hissing to the light,
An IRON BAR! Behold it well. What is't,
But a just emblem of the lot of virtue;
For in this naughty world she cannot live,
Nor rust contract, nor mingle with alloy.
So the great Judge, to make her worthy heaven,
Submits her to the furnace and the anvil,
Till molten, bruised, and battered, she becomes
Spotless and pure, and leaves her dross behind!

VILLAGE CURATE.

There are here three of these forges, and they work both day and night. The noise of their hammers, which scarcely ever ceases, imparts to