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Excerpt from The Monthly Review, or Literary Journal, Enlarged, Vol. 26: From May to August, Inclusive, 1798; With an Appendix
Dark tells the. River through the narrow plain. In proportion as the light of day faded from us, the roads became more rocky, uno ual, and abominable. A considerable quantity of rain had fallen a few hours before, which filling up the numberless inequalities with which these ston ways abound, we continually plunged into pools of mud, and shrmbied over rocky fragments, alternately hazarding the pains of suffocation, and the fracture of our limbs. This very 49-3. 061: amusement continued till half past nine o'clock, when we were blessed with the sight of a rush-light glimmering through the window of the Angel inn, which we entered about two hours ago. Our first. Appearance was made in the kitchen, where a scene was exhibited that would have afforded an admirable subject for the pencil of Hogarth. Alarge table covered with rounds of beef, loins of pork, fragments of geese, &c. &c. Appeared at one end, round which was seated a motely groupe of noisy hvelsh maties, who voraciously devoured the 00d things before them. Opposite to these were two Scotch ped lgm. Eating their frugal repast in silence, an oaten cake, and rock lihe cheese, and diluting it with acid tiff their eyes rivetted in wistful gaze, on the substantial fare which smoked on the adjoining table. The middle of the kitchen was occupied by a number of s rtsmen just returned from growse-shooting on the mountains, sing their guns, and preparing them for the morrow's amuse ment. In the back ground flame an enormous fire, where a coun to'part of dame Leonarda was preparing another set of joints, for a second party of sportsmen who were just arrived. Tired pointers and swing spaniels were scattered over the floor, and completed the picture. Notwithstanding the disadvantageous fi ire we made, (for to confess the truth we were marvellous y foul and the numerous guestswho called on the mistress of the house tn all directions, we met with an attention and civility from Mrs. Evans (the hostess that will always claim our grateful remembrance. We were shewn into a snug little room, and speedily regaled with a sumptuous supper.' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
