In our way from Bangor to Conway, we passed again the new road upon the edge of Penmaen Mawr, which would be very tremendous, but that the wall shuts out the idea of danger.  In the wall are several breaches, made, as Mr. Thrale very reasonably conjectures, by fragments of rocks which roll down the mountain, broken perhaps by frost, or worn through by rain.

We then viewed Conway.

To spare the horses at Penmaen Rhos, between Conway and St. Asaph, we sent the coach over the road across the mountain with Mrs. Thrale, who had been tired with a walk sometime before; and I, with Mr. Thrale and Miss, walked along the edge, where the path is very narrow, and much encumbered by little loose stones, which had fallen down, as we thought, upon the way since we passed it before.

At Conway we took a short survey of the Castle, which afforded us nothing new.  It is larger than that of Beaumaris, and less than that of Caernarvon.  It is built upon a rock so high and steep, that it is even now very difficult of access.  We found a round pit, which was called the Well; it is now almost filled, and therefore dry.  We found the Well in no other castle.  There are some remains of leaden pipes at Caernarvon, which, I suppose, only conveyed water from one part of the building to another.  Had the garrison had no other supply, the Welsh, who must know where the pipes were laid, could easily have cut them.

AUGUST 29.

We came to the house of Mr. Myddelton, (on Monday,) where we staid to September 6, and were very kindly entertained.  How we spent our time, I am not very able to tell[1233].

We saw the wood, which is diversified and romantick.

SEPTEMBER 4, SUNDAY.

We dined with Mr. Myddelton, the clergyman, at Denbigh, where I saw the harvest-men very decently dressed, after the afternoon service, standing to be hired.  On other days, they stand at about four in the morning.  They are hired from day to day.

SEPTEMBER 6.

We lay at Wrexham; a busy, extensive, and well built town.  It has a very large and magnificent Church.  It has a famous fair.

SEPTEMBER 7.

We came to Chirk Castle.

SEPTEMBER 8, THURSDAY.

We came to the house of Dr. Worthington[1234], at Llanrhaiadr.  Our entertainment was poor, though his house was not bad.  The situation is very pleasant, by the side of a small river, of which the bank rises high on the other side, shaded by gradual rows of trees.  The gloom, the stream, and the silence, generate thoughtfulness.  The town is old, and very mean, but has, I think, a market.  In this house, the Welsh translation of the Old Testament was made.  The Welsh singing Psalms were written by Archdeacon Price.  They are not considered as elegant, but as very literal, and accurate.

We came to Llanrhaiadr, through Oswestry; a town not very little, nor very mean.  The church, which I saw only at a distance, seems to be an edifice much too good for the present state of the place.