CEMMAS ("an amphitheatre "), seven miles from Mahcynlleth, on the Dovey.

BLAEN GLESYRCH, six miles from Machynllech, on the Dylas.

BÔDAIOCH, five miles from Llanidloes, on the Tarannon.

DAROWEN, or, "Owen's Oak," six miles from Machynllech, on the river Twymyn.

GLYN TRÊVNANT, five miles from Llanidloes, at the junction of three streams which form the river Trêvnant.

GwERN Y BWLCH, seven miles and a half from Machynllech, on the Avon Yale.

LLANDINAM, six miles and a half from Llanidloes. This village is beautifully situated on the bank of the Severn.

LLANDYSILIO, eight miles from Welshpool, on the Vyrnwy.

LLANDRINIO, nine miles from Welshpool, at the confluence of the Severn and Vyrnwy.— A beautiful angling station.

LLANERVUL, five miles from Llanvair, pleasantly situated on the Banwy.

LLANMEREWIG, four miles from Newtown, on the rivers Severn and Mule.

LLANSANTFAID YN MECHAN, six miles from Llanvyllin, near the confluence of the Tanat and the Vyrnwy.

LLANVECHAN, four miles from Llanvyllin, on the

Cain.

LLANVYLLIN, twelve miles from Welshpool. The Abel, the Cain, and the Vyrnwy.

LLANWNNOG, Six miles and a half from Newtown, on the Severn and Tarannon: the surrounding landscape presents a series of rich mountain scenery. In the vicinity are some fine lakes.

MACHYNLLETH, thirty-nine miles from Montgomery, on the banks of the Dovey. At Uwch y Garreg, near this town, is Pystyll Rhaiadr, one of the finest waterfalls in Wales.

Its

MONTGOMERY, seven miles and a half from Welshpool, on the banks of the Severn. environs are strikingly beautiful.

NEWTOWN, eight miles from Montgomery, in a

beautiful valley, on the Severn banks.

TAVOLOG, nine miles from Machynllech, on the Tavolog.

TREWERN, four miles from Welshpool, on the Severn.

LAKES OF MONTGOMERYSHIRE.

In the Parish of Llaneval are, –

LLYN Y BUGAIL ("the Shepherd's Pool"), near Machyllech, about three quarters of a mile up the Plinlimmon mountain, is celebrated for its highly flavoured trout, which have been known to reach the weight of fourteen pounds.* It is, however,

This is a species different from the common, and generally styled the great lake trout. Sir W. Jardine and Professor Rennie

at present so much poached during the spawning season, when the fish ascend the small stream which

say it is the most powerful of our freshwater fishes, exceeding the salmon in actual force, though not in activity. If hooked upon tackle of moderate strength, they afford excellent sport; but the general method of fishing for them is almost as well adapted for catching sharks as trout: the angler being apparently more anxious to have it in his power to state that he had caught a fish of such a size than to enjoy the pleasures of the sport itself. However, to the credit of both parties, it may be stated that the very strongest tackle is sometimes snapped in two by its first tremendous springs. The ordinary method of fishing for this kind of trout is with a powerful rod, from a boat rowing at the rate of from three to four miles an hour; the lure a common trout, from about three to ten inches in length, baited upon six or eight salmon hooks, tied back to back upon strong gimp, assisted by two swivels, and the wheel-line strong whip-cord. Yet all this, in the first impetuous efforts of the fish to regain its liberty, is frequently carried away for ever into the crystal depths of Loch Awe. Professor Wilson of Edinburgh, one of the most accomplished fishermen in Europe, gives the following graphic and humorous sketch of an evening's angling for lake trout:

"Lie on your oars, for we know the water. The bottom of this shallow bay - for 't is nowhere ten feet, in places sludgy, and in places firm almost as greensward; for we have waded it of yore many a time up to our chin- till we had to take to our fins there! Mr. Yellowlees was in right earnest, and we have him as fast as an ofter. There he goes, snoring and snuving along, as deep as he can steady, boys, steady — and

There is a

seems disposed to pay a visit to Rabbit Island. mystery in this we do not very clearly comprehend -- the uniformity of our friend's conduct becomes puzzling he is an unaccountable character. He surely cannot be an eel; yet,

empties itself into the lake, that a trout above two pounds is now rarely met with. Of these, how

for a trout, he manifests an unnatural love of mud on a fine day. Row shoreward - Proctor, do as we bid you she draws but little water-run her up bang on that green braethen hand us the crutch, for we must finish this affair on terra firma. Loch Awe is certainly a beautiful piece of water. The islands are disposed so picturesquely — we want no assistance but the crutch - here we are, with elbow-room and on stable footing; and we shall wind up, retiring from the water's edge as people do from a levee, with their faces towards the king. Do you see them yellowing, you Tory? What bellies! Why, we knew by the dead weight that there were three; for they kept all pulling against one another; nor were we long in discovering the complicated movement of triplets. Pounders each- — same weight to an ounce same family — all bright as stars. Never could we endure angling from a boat. What loss of time in getting the whoppers wiled into the landingnet! What loss of peace of mind, in letting them off, when their snouts, like those of Chinese pigs, were within a few yards of the gunwale, and when, with a last convulsive effort, they whaumled themselves over, with their splashing tails, and disappeared for ever. Now for five flies wind on our back no tree within an acre — no shrub higher than the bracken no reed, rush, or water-lily in all the bay. What hinders that we should, what the Cockneys call, whip with a dozen? We have set the lake afeed; epicure and glutton are alike rushing to destruction; trouts of the most abstemious habits cannot withstand the temptation of such exquisite evening fare; and we are much mistaken if here be not an old dotard- -a lean and slippery pantaloon, who had long given up attempting vainly to catch flies, and found it as much as he could do to overtake the slower sort of worms. Him we shall

ever, there is an abundance, as well as of fine eels. In this pool are taken the hog-backed trout, which

not return to his native element, to drag out a pitiable existence, but leave him where he lies, to die he is dead already

For he is old and miserably poor.'

Two dozen in two hours, we call fair sport; and we think they will average not less, Proctor, than a pound. Lascelles and North against any two in England! We beseech you, only look at yonder noses - thick as frogsas pow heads! There, that was lightly dropped among them; each fatal feather seeming to melt on the water like a snow-flake. We have done the deed, Proctor, we have done the deed; we feel that we have five. Observe how they will come to light in succession; a size larger and larger, with a monster at the tail fly. Even so. To explain the reason why, would perplex a master Five seem about fifty, when all dancing about together in an irregular figure; but they have sorely ravelled our gear. It matters not; for it must be wearing well on towards eight o'clock, and we dine at sunset.

of arts.

'Why keep we so far from shore? Whirr, whirr, whirr! SALMO FEROX, as sure as a gun! The maddened monster has already run out ten fathom of chain cable.

His spring is not so sinewy as a salmon's of the same size; but his rush is more tremendous, and he dives like one of the damned in Michael Angelo's "Last Judgment." All the twelve barbs are gorged, and not, but with the loss of his torn-out entrails, can he escape death. Give us an oar, or he will break the rope — There, we follow him at equal speed, sternmost; but canny, canny! for if the devil doubles upon us, he may play mischief yet, by getting under our keel. That is noble ! There he sails, some twenty fathom off, parallel to our pinnace, at the rate of six knots, and bearing- for we are giving him the butt-right down upon Laracha Ban, as if towards spawning