Wild Wales; its people, language, and scenery . Bridge of the Evil Man, a work which,though crumbling and darkly grey, does much honour tothe hand which built it, whether it was the hand of Satanor of a monkish architect; for the arch is chaste andbeautiful, far superior in every respect, except in safetyand utility, to the one above it, which from this placeyou have not the mortification of seeing. Gaze on theseobjects, namely, the horrid seething pot or cauldron, thegloomy volcanic slit, and the spectral, shadowy DevilsBridge for about three minutes, allowing a minute toeach, then scramble u
Wild Wales; its people, language, and scenery . Bridge of the Evil Man, a work which,though crumbling and darkly grey, does much honour tothe hand which built it, whether it was the hand of Satanor of a monkish architect; for the arch is chaste andbeautiful, far superior in every respect, except in safetyand utility, to the one above it, which from this placeyou have not the mortification of seeing. Gaze on theseobjects, namely, the horrid seething pot or cauldron, thegloomy volcanic slit, and the spectral, shadowy DevilsBridge for about three minutes, allowing a minute toeach, then scramble up the bank and repair to your inn,and have no more sight-seeing that day, for you haveseen enough. And if pleasant recollections do not hauntyou through life of the noble falls and the beautifulwooded dingles to the west of the bridge of the EvilOne, and awful and mysterious ones of the monksboiling cauldron, the long, savage, shadowy cleft, andthe grey, crumbling, spectral bridge, I say boldly thatyou must be a very unpoetical person THE DEVILS UKIDGE. {To facep, 558. CHAPTER LXXXV Dinner at the Hospice—Evening Gossip—A Day of Rain—AScanty Flock—The Bridge of the Minister—Legs in Danger. I DINED in a parlour of the inn commanding an ex-cellent view of the hollow and the Rheidol fall. Shortlyafter I had dined, a fierce storm of rain and wind cameon. It lasted for an hour, and then everything againbecame calm. Just before evening was closing in I tooka stroll to a village which stands a little way to the westof the inn. It consists only of a few ruinous edifices, andis chiefly inhabited by miners and their families. I sawno men, but plenty of women and children. Seeing aknot of women chatting I went up and ad-dressed them. Some of the girls were very good-looking;none of the party had any English ; all of them werevery civil. I first talked to them about religion, andfound that, without a single exception, they were Calvin-istic-Methodists. I next ta
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