This is understood to be the natal soil of Gower,--the father of English poetry,--and therefore classic ground:-- "Here, in the olden time the 'moral' GOWER Attuned his harp upon that rocky strand; Gather'd the shell, and pluck'd the vernal flower, And struck the wild chord with a master's hand. To him the summer sea, the stormy wave, Were heaven-born music in their various keys; As, thundering through yon subterranean cave, The billows sang in chorus with the breeze." The railway from Oystermouth to Swansea is a source of great convenience to the inhabitants, as a means of ready intercourse between the most frequented points of the coast adjacent. Newton, proverbially known as a healthy station for invalids and sea-bathers, and Caswell Bay, within half-an-hour's walk of Oystermouth, are well deserving of a stranger's attention. The latter is remarkable for the number and extent of the marine caverns already alluded to, as well as for the beauty and variety of the sea-shells with which the sands at low water are profusely enamelled. [Illustration: THE MUMBLES ROCKS AND LIGHTHOUSE. (Swansea Bay.)] THE MUMBLES' LIGHTHOUSE. "Amidst the storms,--when winds and waves are high, Unmoved I stand,--undimm'd I shed my light; And through the blackness of December's sky I pour effulgence on the seaman's sight." INSCRIPTION FOR A LIGHTHOUSE. The Mumbles' Lighthouse is much frequented by visitors from Swansea during the season. Few jaunts of this character can be productive of more enjoyment than a trip from Swansea to Oystermouth Castle and the Mumbles' rocks. The road, issuing from the western extremity of Swansea, follows the shore of the bay, with the open sea on the left, and on the right a range of wooded hills; of which advantage has been taken for the site of numerous pretty villas. Some gentlemen's seats occupy the intervening level, and their plantations skirt the high-road. Of these Singleton Abbey and Woodlands are the principal. As we near the extremity of the bay the scene is indeed beautiful. Oystermouth Castle, and the pretty village of the same name, lead the visitor onwards till he reaches a broken, breezy headland, the only ascent to which is by a kind of sheep-path, which zig-zags its way to the summit of a narrow promontory terminating in two islands, and on the farther of which is situated the Mumbles' Lighthouse. It is a structure admirably adapted for the purpose to which it is devoted. To every building of this description, devoted to the preservation of human life, a profound interest is attached; and we cannot but observe at a single glance how invaluable these Lights have been, and ever must be, where the danger of shipwreck is so greatly increased by the rugged nature of a coast--here walled in by precipitous cliffs, and there scattered with rocks that appear and disappear according to the tide. The means thus happily