"Eighteen，sir，lastCandlemas，"saidthefreckledmaid。
　　"Areyourparentsalive？"
　　"Mymotheris，sir，butmyfatherisdead。"
　　"Whatwasyourfather？"
　　"HewasanIrishman，sir！andbootstothisinn。"
　　"IsyourmotherIrish？"
　　"No，sir，sheisofthisplace；myfathermarriedhershortlyafterhecamehere。"
　　"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"
　　"Church，sir，Church。"
　　"WasyourfatheroftheChurch？"
　　"Notalways，sir；hewasoncewhatiscalledaCatholic。HeturnedtotheChurchafterhecamehere。"
　　"A’n’tthereagreatmanyMethodistsinBala？"
　　"Plenty，sir，plenty。"
　　"HowcameyourfathernottogoovertotheMethodistsinsteadoftheChurch？"
　　"’Causehedidn’tlikethem，sir；heusedtosaytheywereatrumpery，cheatingset；thattheywouldn’tswear，butwouldliethroughathree—inchboard。"
　　"IsupposeyourmotherisaChurch—woman？"
　　"Sheisnow，sir；butbeforesheknewmyfathershewasaMethodist。"
　　"Ofwhatreligionisthemasterofthehouse？"
　　"Church，sir，Church；soisallthefamily。"
　　"Whoistheclergymanoftheplace？"
　　"MrPugh，sir！"
　　"Isheagoodpreacher？"
　　"Capital，sir！andsoiseachofhiscurates；heandtheyareconvertingtheMethodistsleftandright。"
　　"Ishouldliketohearhim。"
　　"Well，sir！thatyoucando。Mymaster，whoisgoingtochurchpresently，willbehappytoaccommodateyouinhispew。"
　　Iwenttochurchwiththelandlord，atallgentlemanlymanofthenameofJones—OhthateternalnameofJones！Rainwasfallingfast，andweweregladtoholdupourumbrellas。WedidnotgotothechurchatBala，atwhichtherewasnoservicethatmorning，buttothatofalittlevillagecloseby，onthesideofthelake，thelivingofwhichisincorporatedwiththatofBala。Thechurchstandslowdownbythelakeatthebottomofalittlenook。ItsnamewhichisLlanuwchLlyn，isdescriptiveofitsposition，signifyingtheChurchabovetheLake。Itisalong，low，ancientedifice，standingnorth—eastbysouth—west。Thevillageisjustaboveitonarisingground，behindwhichareloftyhillspleasantlydottedwithgroves，trees，andhouses。Theinterioroftheedificehasasomewhatdilapidatedappearance。TheservicewasinWelsh。Theclergymanwasaboutfortyyearsofage，andhadahighly—intelligentlook。Hisvoicewasremarkablyclearanddistinct。Hepreachedanexcellentpracticalsermon，text，14thchapter，22ndverseofLuke，aboutsendingoutservantstoinvitepeopletothesupper。Afterthesermontherewasagatheringforthepoor。
　　AsIreturnedtotheinnIhadagooddealofconversationwiththelandlordonreligioussubjects。HetoldmethattheChurchofEngland，whichforalongtimehadbeenadown—troddenChurchinWales，hadoflatebeguntoraiseitshead，andchieflyowingtothezealandactivityofitspresentministers；thattheformerministersoftheChurchweregoodmen，buthadnotenergyenoughtosuitthetimesinwhichtheylived；thatthepresentministersfoughttheMethodistpreacherswiththeirownweapons，namely，extemporarypreaching，andbeatthem，winningshoalsfromtheircongregations。HeseemedtothinkthatthetimewasnotfardistantwhentheAnglicanChurchwouldbethepopularaswellastheestablishedChurchofWales。
　　Findingmyselfratherdullintheinn，Iwentoutagain，notwithstandingthatitrained。IascendedthetomanormoundwhichIhadvisitedonaformeroccasion。Nothingcouldbemoredesolateanddrearythanthescenearound。Thewoodswerestrippedoftheirverdureandthehillswerehalfshroudedinmist。Howunlikewasthisscenetothesmiling，gloriousprospectwhichhadgreetedmyeyesafewmonthsbefore。Theraincomingdownwithredoubledviolence，Iwassoongladtodescendandregaintheinn。
　　ShortlybeforedinnerIwasvisitedbythelandlady，afinetallwomanofaboutfifty，withconsiderableremainsofbeautyinhercountenance。ShecametoaskmeifIwascomfortable。ItoldherthatitwasmyownfaultifIwasnot。Weweresooninveryfriendlydiscourse。Iaskedherhermaidenname。
　　"Owen，"saidshe，laughing，"which，aftermypresentnameofJones，isthemostcommonnameinWales。"
　　"Theywerebothoneandthesameoriginally，"saidI，"OwenandJonesbothmeanJohn。"
　　ShetoowasastaunchmemberoftheChurchofEngland，whichshesaidwastheonlytrueChurch。Shespokeintermsofhighrespectandadmirationofherminister，andsaidthatanewchurchwasbeingbuilt，theoldonenotbeinglargeenoughtoaccommodatethenumberswhothrongedtohearhim。
　　Ihadanoblegoosefordinner，towhichIdidamplejustice。
　　Aboutfouro’clock，theweatherhavingclearedup，Itookastroll。
　　Itwasabeautifulevening，thoughraincloudsstillhoveredabout。
　　IwanderedtothenorthernendofLlynTegid，whichIhadpassedintheprecedingevening。Thewindwasblowingfromthesouth，andtinywaveswerebeatingagainsttheshore，whichconsistedofsmallbrownpebbles。Thelakehascertainlynotitsname，whichsignifiesLakeofBeauty，fornothing。Itisabeautifulsheetofwater，andbeautifullysituated。Itisoblongandaboutsixmilesinlength。Onallsides，excepttothenorth，itisboundedbyhills。Thoseatthesouthernendareverylofty，thetallestofwhichisArran，whichliftsitsheadtothecloudslikeahugeloaf。AsIwanderedonthestrandIthoughtofacertainBritishprinceandpoet，whointheveryoldtimesoughtarefugeinthevicinityofthelakefromtherageoftheSaxons。HisnamewasLlewarchHen，ofwhomIwillnowsayafewwords。
　　LlewarchHen，orLlewarchtheAged，wasbornaboutthecommencementofthesixthanddiedaboutthemiddleoftheseventhcentury，havingattainedtotheprodigiousageofonehundredandfortyorfiftyyears，whichisperhapsthelotofaboutfortyindividualsinthecourseofamillennium。Ifhewasremarkableforhisyearshewasnolesssoforthenumberofhismisfortunes。HewasoneoftheprincesoftheCumbrianBritons；butCumbriawasinvadedbytheSaxons，andasceneofhorridwarensued。Llewarchandhissons，ofwhomhehadtwenty—four，putthemselvesattheheadoftheirforces，andinconjunctionwiththeotherCumbrianprincesmadeabravebutfruitlessoppositiontotheinvaders。Mostofhissonswereslain，andhehimselfwiththeremaindersoughtshelterinPowys，inthehallofCynddylan，itsprince。ButtheSaxonbillsandbowsfoundtheirwaytoPowystoo。Cynddylanwasslain，andwithhimthelastofthesonsofLlewarch，who，reftofhisprotector，retiredtoahutbythesideofthelakeofBala，wherehelivedthelifeofarecluse，andcomposedelegiesonhissonsandslaughteredfriends，andonhisoldage，allofwhichaboundwithsomuchsimplicityandpathosthattheheartofhimmustbehardindeedwhocanreadthemunmoved。Whilstaprincehewasreveredforhiswisdomandequity，andheissaidinoneofthehistoricaltriadstohavebeenoneofthethreeconsultingwarriorsofArthur。
　　IntheeveningIattendedserviceintheoldchurchatBala。Theinterioroftheedificewasremarkablyplain；noornamentofanykindwasdistinguishable；thecongregationwasoverflowing，amongstwhomIobservedtheinnkeeperandhiswife，thelittlefreckledmaidandtheboots。TheentireservicewasinWelsh。NexttothepewinwhichIsatwasonefilledwithyoungsingingwomen，allofwhomseemedtohavevoicesofwonderfulpower。Theprayerswerereadbyastrappingyoungcurateatleastsixfeethigh。Thesermonwaspreachedbytherector，andwasacontinuationoftheonewhichIhadheardhimpreachinthemorning。Itwasaverycomfortingdiscourse，asthepreacherclearlyprovedthateverysinnerwillbepardonedwhocomestoJesus。Iwasparticularlystruckwithonepart。ThepreachersaidthatJesus’armsbeingstretchedoutuponthecrosswasemblematicofHissurprisingloveandHiswillingnesstoreceiveanybody。TheserviceconcludedwiththenobleanthemTeyrnasaJesuMawr，"MayMightyJesusreign！"
　　TheserviceoverIreturnedtotheparlouroftheinn。ThereIsatforalong—time，loneandsolitary，staringatthefireinthegrate。Iwastheonlyguestinthehouse；agreatsilenceprevailedbothwithinandwithout；sometimesfiveminuteselapsedwithoutmyhearingasound，andthen，perhaps，thesilencewouldbebrokenbyafootstepatadistanceinthestreet。Atlength，findingmyselfyawning，Ideterminedtogotobed。ThefreckledmaidasshelightedmetomyroominquiredhowIlikedthesermon。
　　"Verymuch，"saidI。"Ah，"saidshe，"didInottellyouthatMrPughwasacapitalpreacher？"ShethenaskedmehowIlikedthesingingofthegalswhosatinthenextpewtomine。ItoldherthatIlikeditexceedingly。"Ah，"saidshe，"themgalshavethebestvoicesinBala。TheywereonceMethodygals，andsanginthechapels，butwereconverted，andarenowasgoodChurchasmyself。
　　Themgalshavebeenthecauseofagreatmanyconvarsions，foralltheyoungfellowsoftheiracquaintanceamongsttheMethodists—"
　　"Followthemtochurch，"saidI，"andintimebecomeconverted。
　　That’sathingofcourse。IftheChurchgetsthegirlssheisquitesureofthefellows。"
　　CHAPTERLXXIV
　　ProceedonJourney—TheLadandDog—OldBala—ThePass—
　　ExtensiveView—TheTwoMen—TheTapNyth—TheMeetingoftheWaters—TheWildValley—DinasMawddwy。
　　THEMondaymorningwasgloomyandmisty，butitdidnotrain，acircumstancewhichgavemenolittlepleasure，asIintendedtocontinuemyjourneywithoutdelay。AfterbreakfastIbadefarewelltomykindhost，andalsotothefreckledmaid，anddeparted，mysatchelo’ermyshoulderandmyumbrellainmyhand。
　　IhadconsultedthelandlordonthepreviousdayastowhereIhadbestmakemynexthalt，andhadbeenadvisedbyhimtostopatMallwyd。HesaidthatifIfelttiredIcouldputupatDinasMawddwy，abouttwomilesonthissideofMallwyd，butthatifI
　　werenothewouldadvisemetogoon，asIshouldfindverypooraccommodationatDinas。Onmyinquiringastothenatureoftheroad，hetoldmethatthefirstpartofitwastolerablygood，lyingalongtheeasternsideofthelake，butthatthegreaterpartofitwasveryrough，overhillsandmountains，belongingtothegreatchainofArran，whichconstituteduponthewholethewildestpartofallWales。
　　PassingbythenorthernendofthelakeIturnedtothesouth，andproceededalongaroadalittlewayabovethesideofthelake。
　　Thedayhadnowtoacertainextentclearedup，andthelakewasoccasionallygildedbybeamsofbrightsunshine。AfterwalkingalittlewayIovertookaladdressedinawhitegreatcoatandattendedbyatolerablylargeblackdog。IaddressedhiminEnglish，butfindingthathedidnotunderstandmeIbegantotalktohiminWelsh。
　　"That’safinedog，"saidI。
　　LAD。—Veryfine，sir，andagooddog；thoughyounghehasbeenknowntokillrats。
　　MYSELF。—Whatishisname？
　　LAD。—HisnameisToby，sir。
　　MYSELF。—Andwhatisyourname？
　　LAD。—JohnJones，sir。
　　MYSELF。—Andwhatisyourfather’s？
　　LAD。—WaladrJones，sir。
　　MYSELF。—IsWaladrthesameasCadwaladr？
　　LAD。—Intruth，sir，itis。
　　MYSELF。—Thatisafinename。
　　LAD。—Itis，sir；Ihaveheardmyfathersaythatitwasthenameofaking。
　　MYSELF。—Whatisyourfather？
　　LAD。—Afarmer，sir。
　　MYSELF。—Doeshefarmhisownland？
　　LAD。—Hedoesnot，sir；heistenanttoMrPriceofHiwlas。
　　MYSELF。—DoyoulivefarfromBala？
　　LAD。—Notveryfar，sir。
　　MYSELF。—Areyougoinghomenow？
　　LAD。—Iamnot，sir；ourhomeisontheothersideofBala。Iamgoingtoseearelationuptheroad。
　　MYSELF。—Balaisaniceplace。
　　LAD。—Itis，sir；butnotsofineasoldBala。
　　MYSELF。—Ineverheardofsuchaplace。Whereisit？
　　LAD。—Underthelake，sir。
　　MYSELF。—Whatdoyoumean？
　　LAD。—Itstoodintheoldtimewherethelakenowis，andafinecityitwas，fulloffinehouses，towers，andcastles，butwithneitherchurchnorchapel，forthepeopleneitherknewGodnorcaredforHim，andthoughtofnothingbutsinginganddancingandotherwickedthings。SoGodwasangrywiththem，andonenight，whentheywereallbusyatsinginganddancingandthelike，Godgavetheword，andthecitysankdownintoUnknown，andthelakeboiledupwhereitoncestood。
　　MYSELF。—Thatwasalongtimeago。
　　LAD。—Intruth，sir，itwas。
　　MYSELF。—BeforethedaysofKingCadwaladr。
　　LAD。—Idaresayitwas，sir。
　　Iwalkedfast，buttheladwasashrewdwalker，andthoughencumberedwithhisgreatcoatcontrivedtokeeptolerablyupwithme。Theroadwentoverhillanddale，butuponthewholemoreupwardthandownward。Afterproceedingaboutanhourandahalfweleftthelake，tothesouthernextremityofwhichwehadnearlycome，somewhatbehind，andboreawaytothesouth—east，graduallyascending。Atlengththelad，pointingtoasmallfarm—houseonthesideofahill，toldmehewasboundthither，andpresentlybiddingmefarewell，turnedasideupafootpathwhichledtowardsit。
　　Aboutaminuteafterwardsasmalldelicatefurredcreaturewithawhitemarkrounditsneckandwithalittletailtrailingonthegroundranswiftlyacrosstheroad。Itwasaweaselorsomethingofthatgenus；onobservingitIwasgladthattheladandthedogweregone，asbetweenthemtheywouldprobablyhavekilledit。I
　　hatetoseepoorwildanimalspersecutedandmurdered，losemyappetitefordinnerathearingthescreamsofaharepursuedbygreyhounds，andamsillyenoughtofeeldisgustandhorroratthesquealsofaratinthefangsofaterrier，whichoneofthesportingtribeoncetoldmewerethesweetestsoundsin"natur。"
　　Icrossedabridgeoveradeepgulleywhichdischargeditswatersintoariverinavalleyontheright。Arranroseingreatmajestyonthefarthersideofthisvale，itsheadpartlyshroudedinmist。
　　Thedaynowbecameconsiderablyovercast。IwanderedonovermuchroughgroundtillIcametoacollectionofhousesatthebottomofapassleadingupasteepmountain。SeeingthedoorofoneofthehousesopenIpeepedin，andawomanwhowassittingknittingintheinteriorroseandcameouttome。Iaskedthenameoftheplace。ThenamewhichshetoldmesoundedsomethinglikeTyCapelSaer—theHouseoftheChapeloftheCarpenter。Iinquiredthenameoftheriverinthevalley。Cynllwyd，hoary—headed，sheseemedtosay；buthere，aswellaswithrespecttoherfirstanswer，Ispeakundercorrection，forherWelshwaswhatmyoldfriends，theSpaniards，wouldcallmuycerrado，thatis，closeorindistinct。SheaskedmeifIwasgoingupthebwlch。ItoldherIwas。
　　"RatheryouthanI，"saidshe，lookinguptotheheavens，whichhadassumedaverydismal，nottosayawful，appearance。
　　PresentlyIbegantoascendthepassorbwlch，agreenhillonmyrightinterceptingtheviewofArran，anotherveryloftyhillonmyleftwithwoodtowardsthesummit。ComingtoalittlecottagewhichstoodontheleftIwenttothedoorandknocked。Asmilingyoungwomanopenedit，ofwhomIaskedthenameofthehouse。
　　"TyNant—theHouseoftheDingle，"shereplied。
　　"Doyoulivealone？"saidI。
　　"No；motherliveshere。"
　　"AnySaesneg？"
　　"No，"saidshewithasmile，"S’snegofnousehere。"
　　Herfacelookedthepictureofkindness。IwasnowindeedinWalesamongsttherealWelsh。Iwentonsomeway。Suddenlytherewasamoaningsound，andraincamedownintorrents。SeeingadesertedcottageonmyleftIwentin。Therewasfodderinit，anditappearedtoservepartlyasabarn，partlyasacow—house。Therainpouredupontheroof，andIwasgladIhadfoundshelter。
　　Closebehindthisplaceasmallbrookprecipitateditselfdownrocksinfoursuccessivefalls。
　　TherainhavingceasedIproceeded，andafteraconsiderabletimereachedthetopofthepass。FromthenceIhadaviewofthevalleyandlakeofBala，thelakelookinglikeanimmensesheetofsteel。Aroundhill，however，somewhatinterceptedtheviewofthelatter。Thesceneinmyimmediateneighbourhoodwasverydesolate；
　　mooryhillockswereallaboutmeofawretchedrussetcolour；onmyleft，ontheverycrestofthehillupwhichIhadsolongbeentoiling，stoodablackpyramidofturf，apoleonthetopofit。
　　Theroadnowworenearlyduewestdownasteepdescent。Arranwasslightlytothenorthofme。I，however，soonlostsightofit，asIwentdownthefarthersideofthehill，whichliesoveragainstittothesouth—east。Thesun，nowdescending，begantoshineout。
　　ThepassdownwhichIwasnowgoingwasyetwilderthantheoneupwhichIhadlatelycome。Closeonmyrightwasthesteephill’ssideoutofwhichtheroadorpathhadbeencut，whichwashereandthereoverhungbycragsofwondrousforms；onmyleftwasaverydeepglen，beyondwhichwasablack，precipitous，rockywall，fromachasmnearthetopofwhichtumbledwitharushingsoundaslenderbrook，seeminglythecommencementofamountainstream，whichhurriedintoavalleyfarbelowtowardsthewest。WhennearlyatthebottomofthedescentIstoodstilltolookaroundme。Grandandwildwasthescenery。Onmyleftwerenoblegreenhills，thetopsofwhichwerebeautifullygildedbytheraysofthesettingsun。Onmyrightablack，gloomy，narrowvalleyorglenshoweditself；twoenormouscraggyhillsofimmensealtitude，onetothewestandtheothertotheeastoftheentrance；thattotheeastterminatinginapeak。Thebackgroundtothenorthwasawallofrocksformingasemicircle，somethinglikeabentbowwiththeheaddownward；behindthisbow，justinthemiddle，rosetheblackloafofArran。Atorrenttumbledfromthelowerpartofthesemicircle，andafterrunningforsomedistancetothesouthturnedtothewest，thewayIwasgoing。
　　ObservingahousealittlewaywithinthegloomyvaleIwenttowardsit，inthehopeoffindingsomebodyinitwhocouldgivemeinformationrespectingthiswildlocality。AsIdrewnearthedoortwotallmencameforth，oneaboutsixty，andtheotherabouthalfthatage。Theelderhadasharp，keenlook；theyoungeralumpyandastupidone。Theyweredressedlikefarmers。OnmysalutingtheminEnglishtheelderreturnedmysalutationinthattongue，butinratheragrufftone。Theyoungerturnedawayhisheadandsaidnothing。
　　"Whatisthenameofthishouse？"saidI，pointingtothebuilding。
　　"Thenameofit，"saidtheoldman，"isTyMawr。"
　　"Doyouliveinit？"saidI。
　　"Yes，Iliveinit。"
　　"Whatwaterfallisthat？"saidI，pointingtothetorrenttumblingdownthecragatthefartherendofthegloomyvale。
　　"ThefountainoftheRoyalDyfi。"
　　"WhydoyoucalltheDyfyroyal？"saidI。
　　"Becauseitisthekingoftheriversintheseparts。"
　　"Doesthefountaincomeoutofarock？"
　　"Itdoesnot；itcomesoutofalake，allyn。"
　　"Whereisthellyn？"
　　"OverthatcragatthefootofAranVawr。"
　　"Isitalargelake？"
　　"Itisnot；itissmall。"
　　"Deep？"
　　"Very。"
　　"Strangethingsinit？"
　　"Ibelievetherearestrangethingsinit。"HisEnglishnowbecamebroken。
　　"Crocodiles？"
　　"Idonotknowwhatcracadailesbe。"
　　"Efync？"
　　"Ah！No，Idonottinktherebeefyncdere。HuGadarnindeoldtimekilldeefyncdereandinalldelakesinWales。Hedrawthemoutofthewaterwithhisychainbanoghishumptyoxen，andwhenhegetdemoutheburndeirbodiesondefire，hegoodmanfordat。"
　　"Whatdoyoucallthisallt？"saidI，lookinguptothehighpinnacledhillonmyright。
　　"IcallthatTapNythyrEryri。"
　　"Isnotthatthetopnestoftheeagles？"
　　"Ibelieveitis。Ha！IseeyouunderstandWelsh。"
　　"Alittle，"saidI。"Arethereeaglestherenow？"
　　"No，noeaglenow。"
　　"Gonelikeavanc？"
　　"Yes，gonelikeavanc，butnotsolong。MyfatherseeeagleonTapNyth，butmyfatherneverseeavancindellyn。"
　　"HowfartoDinas？"
　　"Aboutthreemile。"
　　"Anythievesabout？"
　　"No，nothieveshere，butwhatcomefromEngland，"andhelookedatmewithastrange，grimsmile。
　　"Whatisbecomeofthered—hairedrobbersofMawddwy？"
　　"Ah，"saidtheoldman，staringatme，"IseeyouareaCumro。Thered—hairedthievesofMawddwy！Iseeyouarefromtheseparts。"
　　"What’sbecomeofthem？"
　　"Oh，dead，hung。Livedlongtimeago；longbeforeeagleleftTapNyth。"
　　Hespoketrue。Thered—hairedbandittiofMawddwywereexterminatedlongbeforetheconclusionofthesixteenthcentury，afterhavinglongbeentheterrornotonlyofthesewildregionsbutofthegreaterpartofNorthWales。Theywerecalledthered—
　　hairedbandittibecausecertainleadingindividualsamongstthemhadredfoxyhair。
　　"Isthatyoungmanyourson？"saidI，afteralittlepause。
　　"Yes，hemyson。"
　　"HasheanyEnglish？"
　　"No，henoEnglish，butheplentyofWelsh—thatisifheseereason。"
　　IspoketotheyoungmaninWelsh，askinghimifhehadeverbeenuptotheTapNyth，buthemadenoanswer。
　　"Henocareforyourquestion，"saidtheoldman；"askhimpriceofpig。"Iaskedtheyoungfellowthepriceofhogs，whereuponhisfacebrightenedup，andhenotonlyansweredmyquestion，buttoldmethathehadfathogtosell。"Ha，ha，"saidtheoldman；"heplentyofWelshnow，forheseereason。TootherquestionhenoWelshatall，nomorethanEnglish，forheseenoreason。WhatbusinessheonTapNythwitheagle？Hisbusinessdownbelowinstywithpig。Ah，helooklump，buthenofool；knowmoreaboutpigthanyouorI，oranyone’twixthereandMahuncleth。"
　　HenowaskedmewhereIcamefrom，andonmytellinghimfromBala，hisheartappearedtowarmtowardsme，andsayingthatImustbetired，heaskedmetostepinanddrinkbuttermilk，butIdeclinedhisofferwiththanks，andbiddingthetwoadieu，returnedtotheroad。
　　Ihurriedalongandsoonreachedavalleywhichaboundedwithtreesandgrass；Icrossedabridgeoverabrook，notwhattheoldmanhadcalledtheDyfi，butthestreamwhosesourceIhadseenhighupthebwlch，andpresentlycametoaplacewherethetwowatersjoined。Justbelowtheconfluenceonafallentreewasseatedamandecentlydressed；hiseyeswerefixedontherushingstream。I
　　stoppedandspoketohim。
　　HehadnoEnglish，butIfoundhimaverysensibleman。ItalkedtohimaboutthesourceoftheDyfi。Hesaiditwasadisputedpointwhichwasthesource。HehimselfwasinclinedtobelievethatitwasthePistyllupthebwlch。Iaskedhimofwhatreligionhewas。HesaidhewasoftheChurchofEngland，whichwastheChurchofhisfatherandhisgrandfather，andwhichhebelievedtobetheonlytrueChurch。Iinquiredifitflourished。Hesaiditdid，butthatitwasdreadfullypersecutedbyallclassesofdissenters，who，thoughtheywerecontinuallyquarrellingwithoneanother，agreedinonething，namely，topersecutetheChurch。I