Like smiling comforters they cheer
The most sequester'd spot,

And if the hermit heart despond,

Still they forsake it not;
We press them fondly to our lips,

And, to our souls, they say
The words of those departed ones
Who sleep so low in clay.

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We nurse them in our casement warm,
When wintry winds are bleak;
pray them by our side to stay,
If sickness pales our cheek.
Amid our folded shroud they gleam
When death hath had his will,
And o'er our pillow in the dust,

They bend and blossom still.

SNOWDON.

CARNARVONSHIRE includes the grandest and most characteristic features of North Wales. The capital, Carnarvon, is a handsome, well-built town, and, for its situation, considerable. Its chief ornament is the castle, a mighty and stately edifice, built by Edward 1., to curb the spirit of the newly-subdued Welsh, and also to sooth them, by the circumstance of his queen Eleanor giving birth, within its walls, to the heir of the monarchy. It encloses an area of an acre and a half; the towers are of stupendous magnitude, and crowned by light and beautiful turrets. To the south of Carnarvon is the steep ascent of Snowdon, whence a view of astonishing extent is commanded; though only to be seen on those fortunate days, when the veil of mist, which usually wraps it, has been dissipated. "The view from Snowdon," says Pennant, "is unbounded. I saw from it, in one of my tours, the county of Chester, the high hills of Yorkshire, part of the north of England, Scotland, and Ireland; a plain view of the Isle of Man; and that of Anglesea lay extended like a map beneath us, with every rill visible. The prospect down was horrible. It gave the idea of a number of abysses." The name of Snowdon (Snow Mountain) is the Saxon translation of the ancient Welsh name, Creigie 'r Eira.

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