in a zigzag direction; but being very neatly kept, and having seats at proper distances, from which there are enchanting prospects to amuse the invalid whilst resting, the fatigue of the ascent is scarcely felt. Here there is a small pump room; and the visitor will not grudge, at his arrival, to pay a small sum towards the repair and preservation of those walks, which lead him so commodiously to the salutiferous stream. But the most frequented is the HOLYWELL, which lies about two miles to the southward of the village of Great Malvern, on the eastern side of the hill. The ramble to this place from the village is delightful, as the roads are kept in very fine order; on one side the tourist is charmed with the swelling hills in all their majesty and wildness, on the other he sees some of the neighbouring villas, surrounded by verdant foliage, beyond which is an extensive plain, uniting itself with the vale of Severn, and all its picturesque beauty. He now arrives at the Wells boarding-house, a very handsome white building, standing in a garden, whose gravelled walks, interspersed with shrubs and flowers, lead him not only to various seats judiciously placed so as to catch the best views, but also facilitate his ascent to the well itself. On the right of the high road, he will observe the Wells hotel, a large and commodious building, with every convenience for the standing of carriages, &c. Here is also a billiard room; and the visitor may either enjoy himself in seclusion at the hotel, or join the social parties at the Boarding-house, where he will always meet a great variety of company, from the frequent changes which take place between this and Cheltenham, &c. Passing on to the steepest ascent of the hill, several pleasant lodging houses present themselves; the spring itself has a convenient pump room, and here also are baths and pumps for external use. From this spot, a well conducted walk leads through the most romantic meanders, to the very top of the hill, in the most imperceptible manner, from whence, even the infirm, without fatigue, may accompany us in our ramble. To the southward, not quite a mile dis U 4 distant, is the Herefordshire Beacon, which, though strictly speak, ing in another county, claims our notice here. It is an ancient camp, but of uncertain origin; most probably a British station, and successively occupied both by Romans and Saxons, as it in some measure partakes of their various modes of fortification. Its existing remains are nothing more than a double ditch, or two entrenchments, conducted nearly in a circle around the very sum, mit of the hill; the uppermost one extending about 700 feet, and the lower being about a mile in circumference. These trenches remain in some parts to a depth of twelve feet, and in many places are thirty feet wide. Even the avenues, or passes, are in some measure in good preservation, and the whole work is calculated to contain at least twenty thousand troops. The curious stranger will also visit, whilst here, a cave cut in the rock at a small distance on the south side of the camp. No tradition relates its history; it is merely an oval, about ten feet long, six broad, and seven high, with an entrance six feet in height and four wide; and it appears throughout of the rudest and earliest workmanship. Returning again along the ridge towards the Worcestershire Beacon, we arrive at a rude building erected on the very summit, close to the Earl of Gloucester's ditch: it is constructed of sods, and having a comfortable range of seats, serves equally as a resting place to the invalid, or a shelter to those caught in the passing shower, A short distance further, leads to a steep precipice, which looks down upon the Wytch, a deep chasm cut through the rocks in order to shorten the ascent, and render the passage over the hills in this place, more safe and easy. It is not indeed very convenient for carriages, but is a very short cut for equestrians from Malvern to Ledbury. A very short walk will lead us, on the Herefordshire side of the hills, past this chasm, and from thence to the Worcestershire Beacon; from whence, still keeping to the northward, we descend into a deep winding vale, without either cottage or shrub to relieve the eye, and for a few minutes may suppose ourselves in the wildest desarts of Africa, until we catch a winding walk, which we may cross towards the the ascent of the North hill, and then return by it into the village. Another ramble still remains for the tourist, which he may commence by examining the antique remains of the ABBEY GATE, that stands nearly opposite to the Crown Hotel. This is of the architecture of the age of Henry VI. or VII. and is in very good preservation, adorned with Gothic niches, in which were formerly the images of various saints; and its windows, though now devoid of glass, are in some measure filled up with remnants of tracery. A better idea of it, however, may be formed from the accompanying plate, than from any description. It led formerly to the mo nastic part of the building, of which there are very few remains; but the manorial house, erected on the ruins, still exists, and is a very good specimen of the style of domestic architecture of the reigns of Elizabeth and James. It is now occupied as a boarding, house. The elegance of the following description, as well as its truth, must have been so often felt on these health breathing hills, that we are confident its insertion will not be considered as inappro priate.* "Lo! yonder slowly o'er the breezy lawn, Blow soft, ye breezes! from the flowery vales Booker's Malvern. Which |