text:  It was hard to believe revolting to be forced to believe that this fine scene of perfect beauty and deep repose as presented to the eye directed to nature only--to the mind's eye rolling up to nature's God--was also the (newly transfigured) theatre of man's worst and darkest passions; that the _army_--that odious hideous necessary curse of civilization the severe and hateful guardian of liberty and peace (though uncongenial to both)--was at that moment evoked by all the lovers of both for their salvation; was even then violating the ideal harmony of the hour by its foul yet saving presence; was parading those green suburbs and the sweet fields under those mountain walls with those clangours so discordant to the holy influences of the hour and scene--emerging in their gay shocking costume (the colour of blood and devised for its concealment ) from angles of rocks and mouths of bowered avenues where the mild fugitive from civil war and faithful devotee of his throneless king had often wandered meditating on "Holy Dying"--of "Holy Living" himself a beautiful example--where even still nothing gave outward and visible sign of incendiarism and murder lurking among those hermitages of rustic life; yet were both in active secret operation! In that very park of _Dynevor_ whose beauty we were admiring from the bridge a little walk would have led us to--a _grave!_--no consecrated one but one dug ready to receive a corpse; _dug in savage threatening of slaughter for the reception of one yet living_--the son of the noble owner of that ancient domain--dug in sight of his father's house in his own park by wretches who have warned him to prepare to fill that grave in October! The gentleman so threatened being void of all offence save that of being a magistrate--a sworn preserver of the public peace! Equally abhorrent to rational piety if less shocking is that air of sourest sanctity which the groups now passing us bring with them out from the meeting-houses