The Prospect will well reward the labour,-as the various distant Objects, specified in the annexed Birds-Eye View, will shew: some of which will best be discerned in leisurely walking round the Bastions of the Towers.

OBJECTS, REFERRED TO, WITH CORRESPONDENT NUMBERS ON THE PLATE.

N. B. The Objects are not represented geographically true, with respect to Distance; but as they appear, from this spot, to the eye.

* Whence most probably it was cannonaded by the Parliament army in the reign of Charles the first.

THE PROSPECTS

around this lofty station (one of the highest spots in England) are singularly diversified, and some of them beautiful; wanting only what they once possessed-Water-to render them perfect. For that deficiency, however, an amazing extent of vision will compensate; the distance from Object 24 (the black Mountain) to object 30 (the hills bordering on the Peak of Derbyshire) being, as the traveller must shape his way, not less than 120 miles: and, in a contrary direction, from Objects 27 (in Wales) to Object 31 (in Leicestershire) perhaps more; comprizing a panoramic View of 360 miles, into nine Counties; namely, those of Worcester, Hereford, Brecon, Stafford, Salop, Radnor, Derby, Leicester, and Warwick.

England and Wales are here thus blended in one View, as their Inhabitants are now united, as fellow-subjects, under one Sovereign, whose eye can glance over no fairer portion of his realms, nor find it peopled with Men more distinguished for Loyalty and true Patriotism, or with Women -more emulous to adorn, by the proper Duties of their Sex, the retired walks of domestic Life.

A reflection like this naturally arises from such a survey: nor will the person who has traversed both countries, who has silently pursued his solitary way through the sequestered glens of Cambria, and sojourned amid "the busy hum of men," in a district, like the present, warm and alive with human habitations, easily refrain from contrasting

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in his mind scenes of so different a character. Here, on all sides to which you turn, the smoke of forges ascends in copious volumes, and the noisy anvils ring amidst a crowded population. There the abrupt precipice nods in horrid sublimity; the hills uprear their shaggy sides; the roaring cataract descends, and thunders through its craggy bed; or the eye wanders over the vacancy of the russet expanse. No voice is heard, save the echo of the torrent's roar, or the howlings of the northern blast. Solitude sits enthroned in the dreary caverns of the desert, or stalks in awful majesty among the rocks."*

On such an eminence, whence vision may long roam unwearied, such excursive flights of imagination as these, might induce the beholder to forget that he has other objects, of a more immediate nature, to contemplate. The neighbouring Area, however, recals us to our path,-first claiming attention to what must be deemed a curiosity in its centre,

THE GARRISON WELL, (18)

covered with a strong door of Iron, the Constable of the Castle, who has the Key to the Towers, will also unlock and uplift that door. The Well, like the door, is square,-a form peculiar to GarrisonWells of great antiquity. Its diameter, 6 ft. 6 in.— its depth, 108 ft.: and yet, notwithstanding its lofty situation, it always remains, within a few feet of the

* Nicholson's Guide through Wales and the bordering Districts. A Work replete with Information and Amusement.