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the hills was in miniature; bridges, cottages, and woody inclosures, lay sprinkled over the little vale of uncommon variety and individual interest. On the left is its small pier; a sloop or barge, and two or three boats of lilliputian dimensions were were on the beach, the tide being out, which by no means diminished the effect of the scene. The zig-zag descent from Lynton is occasionally seen stretching in perspective, from side to side, till lost amidst the wood at the entrance of the vale, it presently emerges and is carried over a stone bridge of one arch, and winding through narrow inclosures meets the eye near the second bridge, then becoming one of the striking features of this extraordinary place. The latter bridge has two arches, and affords a pleasing contrast to the other, which is shaded by trees; while this being quite open, and the banks of the river distinctly seen: a salmon hatch and a wier are below it; and the water falling over large rocks, as in most of our Devonshire rivers, conveys in distinct vibrations the impressive and melancholy music of the vale. A few cot

tages, a small manufactory, and a lime-kiln, adorn its opposite bank, behind which is a fairy lawn (belonging to a gentleman whose house is at the end,) bounded on the left by the tide or beach, and on the right by the base of those stupendous hills, over which winds the high road to the east of England, of a perpendicular appearance, and calculated to produce giddiness at the thought of descending; the perspective view of the river above the bridge is extremely beautiful, the sides of the combe* rise at least seven hundred feet from their base, and the greatest height of the hills about one thousand feet above the level of the sea; the entrance of another combe is seen on the right, being hidden by some high ground beyond the churchyard; through this the river flows which passes under the first bridge, but I was unable to perceive its junction with the large one or with the sea. Intending to pursue the course of the second combe, I left the church-yard and walked on the high ground which overlooks

* Combe, or Cwwmb, in Saxon, a valley.