The History of Oswestry: Comprising the British, Saxon, Norman, and English eras; the topography of the borough; and its ecclesiastical and civic history; with notices of botany, geology, statistics, angling, and biography: to which are added sketches of the environsCathrall, William
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The History of Oswestry: Comprising the British, Saxon, Norman, and English eras; the topography of the borough; and its ecclesiastical and civic history; with notices of botany, geology, statistics, angling, and biography: to which are added sketches of the environs
Cathrall, William
Natural history -- England -- Shropshire; Oswestry (England) -- History
On the eastern brow of the hill there formerly stood a Cromlech,
measuring seven feet by six, and eighteen inches thick. It was called by
the Welsh people “_Bedd-y-Cawr_,” or the _Giant’s Grave_; and under it,
according to tradition, a giant’s wife was buried, with a golden torques
about her neck. To search for this treasure three brothers named Paine,
who lived in the neighbourhood some years ago, threw down the stone from
its pedestal.
The prospect from Llanymynech Hill is indisputably one of the finest in
the kingdom. On the Welsh side are seen the summits of mountains, rising
in every variety of ridge, the distant in the softest azure, and the
nearer in the most brilliant verdure, with hanging woods, fertile
meadows, and the brightly-shining rivers, Vyrnwy and Tanat, uniting in
the valley below, and sweeping their sunny waters to join the Severn,
under the abrupt and bold rocks of the Breiddin range of mountains. At a
considerable distance, when enlightened by the sun, may be seen the
glistening water-fall of Pistill Rhaiadr. Turning towards England the
expansive Vale of Shropshire is seen richly wooded, and profuse in
luxurious vegetation, terminated by the column and spires of Shrewsbury,
the Wrekin, and the far distant hills of Staffordshire and Cheshire. In
a northerly direction the Shropshire Union Canal is seen glitteringly
interlacing the rich meadow land; the graceful lake at Llynclis peeps out
amidst over-shading trees; and the ancient tower of Oswestry parish
church completes the diversified and enchanting series of landscapes. We
lately heard a visitor from Switzerland, just arrived at Llanymynech Hill
from that far-famed picturesque country, declare that he had seen nothing
in the land of William Tell to compare with the beauty and grandeur of
the scene before him. Enraptured with the prospects, he enthusiastically
exclaimed, as the celebrated Lord Lyttleton had done on viewing Festiniog
Vale, “With the woman one loves, with the friend of one’s heart, and a
good library of books, one might pass an age here, and think it a day!”
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