At an iron-work I saw round bars formed by a knotched hammer and anvil.  There I saw a bar of about half an inch, or more, square cut with shears worked by water, and then beaten hot into a thinner bar.  The hammers all worked, as they were, by water, acting upon small bodies, moved very quick, as quick as by the hand.

I then saw wire drawn, and gave a shilling.  I have enlarged my notions[1204], though not being able to see the movements, and having not time to peep closely, I know less than I might.  I was less weary, and had better breath, as I walked farther.

AUGUST 4.

Ruthin Castle is still a very noble ruin; all the walls still remain, so that a compleat platform, and elevations, not very imperfect, may be taken.  It encloses a square of about thirty yards.  The middle space was always open.

The wall is, I believe, about thirty feet high, very thick, flanked with six round towers, each about eighteen feet, or less, in diameter.  Only one tower had a chimney, so that there was[1205] commodity of living.  It was only a place of strength.  The garrison had, perhaps, tents in the area.

Stapylton’s house is pretty[1206]:  there are pleasing shades about it, with a constant spring that supplies a cold bath.  We then went to see a Cascade.

I trudged unwillingly, and was not sorry to find it dry.  The water was, however, turned on, and produced a very striking cataract.  They are paid an hundred pounds a year for permission to divert the stream to the mines.  The river, for such it may be termed[1207], rises from a single spring, which, like that of Winifred’s, is covered with a building.

We called then at another house belonging to Mr. Lloyd, which made a handsome appearance.  This country seems full of very splendid houses.

Mrs. Thrale lost her purse.  She expressed so much uneasiness, that I concluded the sum to be very great; but when I heard of only seven guineas, I was glad to find that she had so much sensibility of money.

I could not drink this day either coffee or tea after dinner.  I know not when I missed before.

AUGUST 5.

Last night my sleep was remarkably quiet.  I know not whether by fatigue in walking, or by forbearance of tea[1208].

I gave the ipecacuanha[1209].  Vin. emet. had failed; so had tartar emet.

I dined at Mr. Myddleton’s, of Gwaynynog.  The house was a gentleman’s house, below the second rate, perhaps below the third, built of stone roughly cut.  The rooms were low, and the passage above stairs gloomy, but the furniture was good.  The table was well supplied, except that the fruit was bad.  It was truly the dinner of a country gentleman.  Two tables were filled with company, not inelegant.

After dinner, the talk was of preserving the Welsh language.  I offered them a scheme.  Poor Evan Evans was mentioned, as incorrigibly addicted to strong drink.  Worthington[1210] was commended.  Myddleton is the only man, who, in Wales, has talked to me of literature.  I wish he were truly zealous.  I recommended the republication of David ap Rhees’s Welsh Grammar.