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kingdom, denominated primitive clay roofing slate. parts, metallic veins have been discovered, which, I understand, the present proprietor intends shall not lie neglected. There are some hopes, therefore, that the poor, insignificant town of Dinas Mowddy may, in a few years, become a flourishing place, and the centre of a new mining district.

That facetious member of the Antiquarian Society, Mr. Wm. Hutton, visited this neighbourhood nearly half a century ago, and published the following remarks:- The situation of Dinas Mowddy is romantic, singular, and beautiful, upon a small flat made by nature and improved by art, on the declivity of a mountain prodigiously elevated, on the left descending to the town, and on the right, continuing the same steep down to the river Dovey, which washes its foot. The road winds round the hill in the shape of a bow, and the houses take the same curve. Curiosity led me to count the houses, which were forty-five. One of these, by far the best, is worth, at a fair rent, perhaps fifty shillings per annum. In most of the houses I perceived the inhabitants could not injure themselves by falling down stairs. Although in England I appeared like other men, yet at Dinas Mowddy I stood single. The people viewed me as a phenomenon, with countenances mixed with fear and enquiry. Perhaps they took me for an inspector of taxes; they could not take me for a window-peeper, for there were scarcely any to peep at, and the few I saw were in that shattered state which proved there was no glazier in the place. Many houses were totally without glass. Ambition here seems wholly excluded. The dress of the inhabitants changes not; it is made for use, not show. That of the softer sex, I was told, is a flannel shift. I did not see the smallest degree of smartness in the apparel even of the younger females. One of the curiosities I saw was a goat feeding, much at ease, upon the ridge of a house. Perhaps the people within did not fare much better than the goat without. Returning, well pleased with my visit, I remarked to my landlord at Mallwyd, a

civil, intelligent man, that I could not conceive the whole property of the united inhabitants of the celebrated town exceeded six hundred pounds. I can tell you to a trifle,' said he, for I know every one of them well.' • After a short. pause he replied, It does not exceed two hundred and forty pounds!' If care be the concomitant of wealth, these people must be happy; and their circumscribed style of existence seems to declare it. beggar nor a person in rags.'

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Intending to visit Barmouth, and, in my way there, the Abbey of Kimmer, at Llanilltyd, I bent my steps again towards Dolgelley through some remarkably bold and magnificent scenery, presenting extensive views to the left, while the great mountain of Craig Gwyn towered on the right. It was in this neighbourhood that the inhabitants of the district, after the death of Llewellyn, met together to form compacts for enforcing virtue and order. The road into Dolgelley is a descent for about a mile, from the upper part of which the town has a remarkably neat and rural

appearance.