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‘Ως ἡδὺ τῴ μισοῦτι τοὺς φαύλους πρόπους / 'Ερημία. / How sweet to minds that love not sordid ways / Is solitude! -MENANDER.
THE Captain wandered despondingly up and down hill for several days, passing many hours of each in sitting on rocks; making, almost mechanically, sketches of waterfalls, and mountain pools; taking care, nevertheless, to be always before nightfall in a comfortable inn, where, being a temperate man, he whiled away the evening with making a bottle of sherry into negus. His rambles brought him at length into the interior of Merionethshire, the land of all that is beautiful in nature, and all that is lovely in woman.