nse cavern called "Bob's Cove" can be seen at
low water. We were told that the village under the shadow of the rocks,
loses sight of the sun for three months in winter, but this is not
"quite correct." Let us proceed westward. About a mile from Oystermouth
is Newton; where there are several lodging-houses. There have been many
instances of great longevity at this village, which is perhaps the
healthiest spot on the coast. The road to Caswell Bay, which passes
through Newton, is almost impassable for horses; a new one however is
talked of. The rocky valley leading to Caswell Bay, which abruptly comes
in sight between two projecting rocks, is singularly wild and romantic.
The bay is absolutely a mine of the picturesque--the Lullworth Cove
of Wales. A day may be spent delightfully among its rocks and
caverns--taking care to visit them at low water. A few miles westward is
Oxwich Bay, the main attraction of the coast, along the rocky summit of
which the pedestrian should "wend his way," with the ocean roaring far
beneath him. We will, however, return to Swansea, and endeavour briefly
to recall our first excursion into Gower.

Let us fancy ourselves therefore, on a bright April morning, riding
along with a friend--a stranger like ourselves--on the high road from
Swansea into the interior of the peninsula. After cantering over about
seven miles of hill and valley and common, we entered a woody defile,
and at last opened, to use a nautical phrase, the "Gower inn," (eight
miles) which was built, we were told, expressly for the convenience of
tourists. After ascending a tremendous rocky hill, for road it cannot
be called, about a mile onwards, Oxwich Bay bursts at last in all its
beauty upon our sight. In our inquiries during the day, of the few
passengers we met, as to the distance of the village of Penrice, the
intended limit of our day's excursion, we were forcibly reminded of the
"mile and a bittock" of the north. The country is very thinly populated
here: at last we came in sight of the grounds of Penrice Castle, the
beautiful mansion of Mr. Talbot, the member for the county; the entrance
to the park is between two of the towers belonging to the extensive and
picturesque remains of the ancient Castle of Penrice, which stands close
to the road. Sixteen miles from Swansea, after "curses not loud but
deep" upon Welsh roads, we reached the sequestered village of Penrice,
which stands on a wooded eminence of no easy access, overl