When we reached this bottom the valley opened out again; two rocky banks on each side, which, hung with ivy and moss, and fringed luxuriantly with brushwood, ran directly parallel to each other, and then approaching with a gentle curve at their point of union, presented a lofty waterfall, the termination of the valley.

It was a keen frosty morning, showers of snow threatening us, but the sun bright and active.

We had a task of twenty-one miles to perform in a short winter's day.

All this put our minds into such a state of excitation, that we were no unworthy spectators of this delightful scene.

On a nearer approach the waters seemed to fall down a tall arch, or niche, that had shaped itself by insensible moulderings in the wall of an old castle.