The Argosy — page 138: what you’re looking at

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128 Round about Barmouth. water; the wealth of the roadside hedges, which were tall and towering ; in some measure made up for the discomforts of the elements. Half an hour's journey by rail in the opposite direction landed us one day at Harlech, under the very shadow of its grim old castle. And here verily we were in the midst of antiquities, and historical reminiscences, and ghostly remembrances. The steep ascent was soon scaled, and from the battlements of the old ruin was obtained—how splendid a view! On the one side was Cardigan Bay stretching away into ocean, bounded on the right by a long chain of hills, which afar off seemed to throw their shadows upon the water. Very beautiful and peaceful was this water; very blue and green; with lights and depths upon its surface cast by the shadows of the light fleecy clouds SUMMIT AND LAKE OF CADER IDRIS. chasing each other swiftly across the face of the blue sky; shadows that—amidst the intense repose of Nature ; so far above the world ; so far removed from its din and strife—one could almost fancy were those of unseen ministering spirits sent forth to minister. ._By-and-by the sun dipped down and threw over this great sheet of water one of the most glorious floods of gold surely ever seen in this world. What a radiant blaze it was! How possible it seemed to penetrate, as it were, the mysteries of illimitable space; to be gazing into another world; to be enjoying a foresight of that blaze of glory which shall be when the gates of Heaven roll back at the Last Day, and countless hosts come forth at the trumpet-blast! Every moment the scene changed, both on sea and sky; now the white vapoury clouds became rosy ; now they took the deeper tint of orange, and now passed into the red and crimson. Immediately overhead the blue was an intense purple, which gradually toned down towards the horizon into that pale aqua- marine which is so exquisitely pure and lovely. Not a sail broke the still monotony, the awful silence, of the sea; not a ripple disturbed comicbooks.com