ABSTRACT
After having resided at Matlock somewhat more than a month, we set out for Merionethshire. Mary had never before entered my paternal mansion; she had never been in Wales; and she expressed herself extremely pleased with all she saw. The vast and uncouth forms of the neighbouring mountains were exceedingly striking. The mansion itself was built in a style of antique magnificence; it had been erected by one of the leaders in the commonwealth of Cromwell; a and, to an admirer of whatever is venerable for age, the shining and polished floors, the huge and misshapen tapestry figures in some of the apartments, and the dark-coloured wainscot with its diminutive panels which adorned the rest, were infinitely more gratifying than all the sumptuousness of modern prodigality. The windows, as well as the halls and galleries, were large, and almost collegiate. b
