savage，brutishlouts，out—and—outJohnBulls，andthereforehecalledthemCarnSaeson。"
　　"Thankyou，sir，"saidmycompanion；"Inowthoroughlyunderstandthemeaningofcarn。WheneverIgotoChester，andadressed—upmadamjostlesagainstme，Ishallcallhercarn—butein。ThePopeofRomeIshallinfuturetermcarn—lleidyrybyd，orthearchthiefoftheworld。AndwheneverIseeastupid，brutalEnglishmanswaggeringaboutLlangollen，andlookingdownuponuspoorWelsh，I
　　shallsaytomyselfGethome，youcarnSais！Well，sir，wearenownearLlangollen；Imustturntotheleft。Yougostraightforward。
　　Ineverhadsuchanagreeablewalkinmylife。MayIaskyourname？"
　　Itoldhimmyname，andaskedhimforhis。
　　"EdwardJones，"hereplied。
　　CHAPTERX
　　TheBerwyn—MountainCottage—TheBarber’sPole。
　　ONthefollowingmorningIstrolleduptheBerwynonthesouth—westofthetown，byabroadwindingpath，whichwasatfirstverysteep，butbydegreesbecamelessso。WhenIhadaccomplishedaboutthreepartsoftheascentIcametoaplacewheretheroad，orpath，dividedintotwo。Itooktheonetotheleft，whichseeminglyledtothetopofthemountain，andpresentlycametoacottagefromwhichadogrushedbarkingtowardsme；anoldwoman，however，comingtothedoorcalledhimback。IsaidafewwordstoherinWelsh，whereuponinbrokenEnglishsheaskedmetoenterthecottageandtakeaglassofmilk。Iwentinandsatdownonachairwhichasickly—lookingyoungwomanhandedtome。IaskedherinEnglishwhoshewas，butshemadenoanswer，whereupontheoldwomantoldmethatshewasherdaughterandhadnoEnglish。IthenaskedherinWelshwhatwasthematterwithher，sherepliedthatshehadthecrydorague。Theoldwomannowbroughtmeaglassofmilk，andsaidintheWelshlanguagethatshehopedIshouldlikeit。WhatfurtherconversationwehadwasintheCambriantongue。
　　Iaskedthenameofthedog，whowasnowfondlinguponme，andwastoldthathisnamewasPharaoh。Iinquirediftheyhadanybooks，andwasshowntwo，oneacommonBibleprintedbytheBibleSociety，andtheotheravolumeinwhichthebookofprayeroftheChurchofEnglandwasboundupwiththeBible，bothprintedatOxford，aboutthemiddleofthelastcentury。IfoundthatbothmotheranddaughterwereCalvinistic—Methodists。AfteralittlefurtherdiscourseIgotupandgavetheoldwomantwopenceforthemilk；
　　sheacceptedit，butwithgreatreluctance。IinquiredwhetherbyfollowingtheroadIcouldgettothePenybrynorthetopofthehill。Theyshooktheirheads，andtheyoungwomansaidthatI
　　couldnot，astheroadpresentlytookaturnandwentdown。I
　　askedherhowIcouldgettothetopofthehill。"Whichpartofthetop？"saidshe。"I’rgoruchaf，"Ireplied。"Thatmustbewherethebarber’spolestands，"saidshe。"Whydoesthebarber’spolestandthere？"saidI。"Abarberwashangedtherealongtimeago，"saidshe，"andthepolewasplacedtoshowthespot。""Whywashehanged？"saidI。"Formurderinghiswife，"saidshe。I
　　askedhersomequestionsaboutthemurder，buttheonlyinformationshecouldgivemewas，thatitwasaverybadmurderandoccurredalongtimeago。Ihadobservedthepolefromourgarden，atLlangollen，buthadconcludedthatitwasacommonflagstaff。I
　　inquiredthewaytoit。Itwasnotvisiblefromthecottage，buttheygavemedirectionshowtoreachit。Ibadethemfarewell，andinaboutaquarterofanhourreachedthepoleonthetopofthehill。IimaginedthatIshouldhaveagloriousviewofthevaleofLlangollenfromthespotwhereitstood；theview，however，didnotanswermyexpectations。IreturnedtoLlangollenbynearlythesamewaybywhichIhadcome。
　　TheremainderofthedayIspententirelywithmyfamily，whomattheirparticularrequestItookintheeveningtoseePlasNewydd，oncethevillaofthetwoladiesofLlangollen。Itliesonthefarthersideofthebridge，atalittledistancefromthebackpartofthechurch。Thereisathoroughfarethroughthegrounds，whicharenotextensive。PlasNewyddortheNewPlaceisasmallgloomymansion，withacuriousdairyontheright—handside，asyougouptoit，andaremarkablestonepump。Anoldmanwhomwemetinthegrounds，andwithwhomIenteredintoconversation，saidthatherememberedthebuildingofthehouse，andthattheplacewhereitnowstandswascalledbeforeitserectionPenymaes，ortheheadofthefield。
　　CHAPTERXI
　　WelshFarm—House—APoet’sGrandson—Hospitality—MountainVillage—Madoc—TheNativeValley—CorpseCandles—TheMidnightCall。
　　MYcuriosityhavingbeenratherexcitedwithrespecttothecountrybeyondtheBerwyn，bywhatmyfriend，theintelligentflannel—
　　worker，hadtoldmeaboutit，Ideterminedtogoandseeit。
　　AccordinglyonFridaymorningIsetout。HavingpassedbyPengwernHallIturnedupalaneinthedirectionofthesouth，withabrookontherightrunningamongsthazels，Ipresentlyarrivedatasmallfarm—housestandingontheleftwithalittleyardbeforeit。
　　SeeingawomanatthedoorIaskedherinEnglishiftheroadinwhichIwaswouldtakemeacrossthemountain—shesaiditwould，andforthwithcriedtoamanworkinginafieldwholefthisworkandcametowardsus。"Thatismyhusband，"saidshe；"hehasmoreEnglishthanI。"
　　ThemancameupandaddressedmeinverygoodEnglish：hehadabrisk，intelligentlook，andwasaboutsixty。Irepeatedthequestion，whichIhadputtohiswife，andhealsosaidthatbyfollowingtheroadIcouldgetacrossthemountain。Wesoongotintoconversation。HetoldmethatthelittlefarminwhichhelivedbelongedtothepersonwhohadboughtPengwernHall。Hesaidthathewasagoodkindofgentleman，butdidnotliketheWelsh。
　　Iaskedhim，ifthegentlemaninquestiondidnotliketheWelsh，whyhecametoliveamongthem。Hesmiled，andIthensaidthatI
　　likedtheWelshverymuch，andwasparticularlyfondoftheirlanguage。HeaskedmewhetherIcouldreadWelsh，andonmytellinghimIcould，hesaidthatifIwouldwalkinhewouldshowmeaWelshbook。Iwentwithhimandhiswifeintoaneatkindofkitchen，flaggedwithstone，wherewereseveralyoungpeople，theirchildren。IspokesomeWelshtothemwhichappearedtogivethemgreatsatisfaction。Themanwenttoashelfandtakingdownabookputitintomyhand。ItwasaWelshbook，andthetitleofitinEnglishwas"EveningWorkoftheWelsh。"ItcontainedthelivesofillustriousWelshmen，commencingwiththatofCadwalader。Ireadapageofitaloud，whilethefamilystoodroundandwonderedtohearaSaxonreadtheirlanguage。IenteredintodiscoursewiththemanaboutWelshpoetryandrepeatedthefamousprophecyofTaliesinabouttheCoilingSerpent。IaskedhimiftheWelshhadanypoetsatthepresentday。"Plenty，"saidhe，"andgoodones—Walescanneverbewithoutapoet。"Thenafterapausehesaid，thathewasthegrandsonofagreatpoet。
　　"Doyoubearhisname？"saidI。
　　"Ido，"hereplied。
　　"Whatmayitbe？"
　　"Hughes，"heanswered。
　　"TwoofthenameofHugheshavebeenpoets，"saidI—"onewasHuwHughes，generallytermedtheBarddCoch，orredbard；hewasanAngleseaman，andthefriendofLewisMorrisandGronwyOwen—theotherwasJonathanHughes，wherehelivedIknownot。"
　　"Helivedhere，inthisveryhouse，"saidtheman。"JonathanHugheswasmygrandfather！"andashespokehiseyesflashedfire。
　　"Dearme！"saidI；"Ireadsomeofhispiecesthirty—twoyearsagowhenIwasaladinEngland。IthinkIcanrepeatsomeofthelines。"IthenrepeatedaquartetwhichIchancedtoremember。
　　"Ah！"saidtheman，"Iseeyouknowhispoetry。ComeintothenextroomandIwillshowyouhischair。"Heledmeintoasleeping—
　　roomontherighthand，whereinacornerheshowedmeanantiquethree—corneredarm—chair。"Thatchair，"saidhe，"mygrandsirewonatLlangollen，atanEisteddfodofBards。Variousbardsrecitedtheirpoetry，butmygrandfatherwontheprize。Ah，hewasagoodpoet。HealsowonaprizeoffifteenguineasatameetingofbardsinLondon。"
　　Wereturnedtothekitchen，whereIfoundthegoodwomanofthehousewaitingwithaplateofbread—and—butterinonehand，andaglassofbuttermilkintheother—shepressedmetopartakeofboth—Idranksomeofthebuttermilk，whichwasexcellent，andafteralittlemorediscourseshookthekindpeoplebythehandandthankedthemfortheirhospitality。AsIwasabouttodepartthemansaidthatIshouldfindthelanefartherupverywet，andthatIhadbettermountthroughafieldatthebackofthehouse。Hetookmetoagate，whichheopened，andthenpointedoutthewaywhichImustpursue。AsIwentawayhesaidthatbothheandhisfamilyshouldbealwayshappytoseemeatTyynyPistyll，whichwords，interpreted，arethehousebythespoutofwater。
　　Iwentupthefieldwiththelaneonmyright，downwhichranarunnelofwater，fromwhichdoubtlessthehousederiveditsname。
　　Isooncametoanunenclosedpartofthemountaincoveredwithgorseandwhin，andstillproceedingupwardreachedaroad，whichI
　　subsequentlylearnedwasthemainroadfromLlangollenoverthehill。Iwasnotlongingainingthetopwhichwasnearlylevel。
　　HereIstoodforsometimelookingaboutme，havingthevaleofLlangollentothenorthofme，andadeepvalleyaboundingwithwoodsandrockstothesouth。
　　Followingtheroadtothesouth，whichgraduallydescended，Isooncametoaplacewherearoaddivergedfromthestraightonetotheleft。Astheleft—handroadappearedtoleaddownaromanticvalleyIfollowedit。Thescenerywasbeautiful—steephillsoneachside。Ontherightwasadeepravine，downwhichranabrook；
　　thehillbeyonditwascoveredtowardsthetopwithawood，apparentlyofoak，betweenwhichandtheravineweresmallgreenfields。Bothsidesoftheravinewerefringedwithtrees，chieflyash。Idescendedtheroadwhichwaszigzagandsteep，andatlastarrivedatthebottomofthevalley，wheretherewasasmallhamlet。Onthefurthersideofthevalleytotheeastwasasteephillonwhichwereafewhouses—atthefootofthehillwasabrookcrossedbyanantiquebridgeofasinglearch。Idirectedmycoursetothebridge，andafterlookingovertheparapetforaminuteortwouponthewaterbelow，whichwasshallowandnoisy，ascendedaroadwhichledupthehill：afewscatteredhouseswereoneachside。Isoonreachedthetopofthehill，whereweresomemorehouses，thosewhichIhadseenfromthevalleybelow。IwasinaWelshmountainvillage，whichputmemuchinmindofthevillageswhichIhadstrolledthroughofoldinCastileandLaMancha；therewerethesamesilenceanddesolationhereasyonderaway—thehouseswerebuiltofthesamematerial，namelystone。I
　　shouldperhapshavefanciedmyselfforamomentinaCastilianorMancheganmountainpueblicito，butfortheabundanceoftreeswhichmetmyeyeoneveryside。
　　InwalkingupthismountainvillageIsawnoone，andheardnosoundbuttheechoofmystepsamongstthehouses。AsIreturned，however，Isawamanstandingatadoor—hewasashortfigure，aboutfifty。Hehadanoldhatonhishead，astickinhishand，andwasdressedinaduffelgreatcoat。
　　"Good—day，friend，"saidI；"whatbethenameofthisplace？"
　　"PontFadog，sir，isitsname，forwantofabetter。"
　　"That’safinename，"saidI；"itsignifiesinEnglishthebridgeofMadoc。"
　　"Justso，sir；IseeyouknowWelsh。"
　　"AndIseeyouknowEnglish，"saidI。
　　"Verylittle，sir；IcanreadEnglishmuchbetterthanIcanspeakit。"
　　"SocanIWelsh，"saidI。"Isupposethevillageisnamedafterthebridge。"
　　"Nodoubtitis，sir。"
　　"AndwhywasthebridgecalledthebridgeofMadoc？"saidI。
　　"BecauseoneMadocbuiltit，sir。"
　　"WashethesonofOwainGwynedd？"saidI。
　　"Ah，IseeyouknowallaboutWales，sir。Yes，sir；hebuiltit，orIdaresayhebuiltit，MadawgapOwainGwynedd。Ihavereadmuchabouthim—hewasagreatsailor，sir，andwasthefirsttodiscoverTiryGorllewinorAmerica。NotmanyyearsagohistombwasdiscoveredtherewithaninscriptioninoldWelsh—sayingwhohewas，andhowhelovedthesea。Ihaveseenthelineswhichwerefoundonthetomb。"
　　"SohaveI，"saidI；"oratleastthosewhichweresaidtobefoundonatomb：theyrunthusinEnglish：—
　　"’Here，aftersailingfarIMadoclie，OfOwainGwyneddlawfulprogeny：
　　Theverdantlandhadlittlecharmsforme；
　　FromearliestyouthIlovedthedark—bluesea。’"
　　"Ah，sir，"saidtheman，"IseeyouknowallaboutthesonofOwainGwynedd。Well，sir，thoselines，orsomethinglikethem，werefounduponthetombofMadocinAmerica。"
　　"ThatIdoubt，"saidI。
　　"Doyoudoubt，sir，thatMadocdiscoveredAmerica？"
　　"Notintheleast，"saidI；"butIdoubtverymuchthathistombwaseverdiscoveredwiththeinscriptionwhichyoualludetouponit。"
　　"Butitwas，sir，Idoassureyou，andthedescendantsofMadocandhispeoplearestilltobefoundinapartofAmericaspeakingthepureiaithCymraegbetterWelshthanweofWalesdo。"
　　"ThatIdoubt"saidI。"However，theideaisaprettyone；
　　thereforecherishit。Thisisabeautifulcountry。"
　　"Averybeautifulcountry，sir；thereisnonemorebeautifulinallWales。"
　　"Whatisthenameoftheriver，whichrunsbeneaththebridge？"
　　"TheCeiriog，sir。"
　　"TheCeiriog，"saidI；"theCeiriog！"
　　"Didyoueverhearthenamebefore，sir？"
　　"IhaveheardoftheEosCeiriog，"saidI；"theNightingaleofCeiriog。"
　　"ThatwasHuwMorris，sir；hewascalledtheNightingaleofCeiriog。"
　　"Didhelivehereabout？"
　　"Ohno，sir；helivedfarawayuptowardstheheadofthevalley，ataplacecalledPontyMeibion。"
　　"Areyouacquaintedwithhisworks？"saidI。
　　"Ohyes，sir，atleastwithsomeofthem。IhavereadtheMarwnadonBarbaraMiddleton；andlikewisethepieceonOliverandhismen。
　　Ah，itisafunnypiecethat—hedidnotlikeOlivernorhismen。"
　　"Ofwhatprofessionareyou？"saidI；"areyouaschoolmasterorapothecary？"
　　"Neither，sir，neither；Iammerelyapoorshoemaker。"
　　"Youknowagreatdealforashoemaker，"saidI。
　　"Ah，sir；therearemanyshoemakersinWaleswhoknowmuchmorethanI。"
　　"ButnotinEngland，"saidI。"Well，farewell。"
　　"Farewell，sir。Whenyouhaveanybootstomendorshoes，sir—I
　　shallbehappytoserveyou。"
　　"Idonotliveintheseparts，"saidI。
　　"No，sir；butyouarecomingtolivehere。"
　　"Howdoyouknowthat？"saidI。
　　"Iknowitverywell，sir；youleftthesepartsveryyoung，andwentfaraway—totheEastIndies，sir，whereyoumadealargefortuneinthemedicalline，sir；youarenowcomingbacktoyourownvalley，whereyouwillbuyaproperty，andsettledown，andtrytorecoveryourlanguage，sir，andyourhealth，sir；foryouarenotthepersonyoupretendtobe，sir：Iknowyouverywell，andshallbehappytoworkforyou。"
　　"Well，"saidI，"ifIeversettledownhere，Ishallbehappytoemployyou。Farewell。"
　　IwentbackthewayIhadcome，tillIreachedthelittlehamlet。
　　Seeingasmallpublic—house，Ienteredit。Agood—lookingwoman，whometmeinthepassage，usheredmeintoaneatsandedkitchen，handedmeachairandinquiredmycommands；Isatdown，andtoldhertobringmesomeale；shebroughtit，andthenseatedherselfbyabenchclosebythedoor。
　　"Ratheraquietplacethis，"saidI，"IhaveseenbuttwofacessinceIcameoverthehill，andyoursisone。"
　　"Rathertooquiet，sir，"saidthegoodwoman，"onewouldwishtohavemorevisitors。"
　　"Isuppose，"saidI，"peoplefromLlangollenoccasionallycometovisityou。"
　　"Sometimes，sir，forcuriosity’ssake；butveryrarely—thewayisverysteep。"
　　"DotheTylwythTegeverpayyouvisits？"
　　"TheTylwythTeg，sir？"
　　"Yes；thefairies。Dotheynevercometohaveadanceonthegreenswardinthisneighbourhood？"
　　"Veryrarely，sir；indeed，Idonotknowhowlongitissincetheyhavebeenseen。"
　　"Youhaveneverseenthem？"
　　"Ihavenot，sir；butIbelievetherearepeoplelivingwhohave。"
　　"Arecorpsecandleseverseenonthebankofthatriver？"
　　"Ihaveneverheardofmorethanonebeingseen，sir，andthatwasataplacewhereatinkerwasdrownedafewnightsafter—therecamedownaflood；andthetinkerintryingtocrossbytheusualfordwasdrowned。"
　　"Anddidthecandleprognosticate，Imeanforeshowhisdeath？"
　　"Itdid，sir。Whenapersonistodiehiscandleisseenafewnightsbeforethetimeofhisdeath。"
　　"Haveyoueverseenacorpsecandle？"
　　"Ihave，sir；andasyouseemtobearespectablegentleman，Iwilltellyouallaboutit。WhenIwasagirlIlivedwithmyparentsalittlewayfromhere。Ihadacousin，averygoodyoungman，wholivedwithhisparentsintheneighbourhoodofourhouse。Hewasanexemplaryyoungman，sir，andhavingaconsiderablegiftofprayer，wasintendedfortheministry；buthefellsick，andshortlybecameveryillindeed。Oneeveningwhenhewaslyinginthisstate，asIwasreturninghomefrommilking，Isawacandleproceedingfrommycousin’shouse。Istoodstillandlookedatit。
　　Itmovedslowlyforwardforalittleway，andthenmountedhighintheairabovethewood，whichstoodnotfarinfrontofthehouse，anddisappeared。Justthreenightsafterthatmycousindied。"
　　"Andyouthinkthatwhatyousawwashiscorpsecandle？"
　　"Ido，sir！whatelseshoulditbe？"
　　"Aredeathsprognosticatedbyanyothermeansthancorpsecandles？"
　　"Theyare，sir；bytheknockers，andbyasupernaturalvoiceheardatnight。"
　　"Haveyoueverheardtheknockers，orthesupernaturalvoice？"
　　"Ihavenot，sir；butmyfatherandmother，whoarenowdead，heardonceasupernaturalvoice，andknocking。Mymotherhadasisterwhowasmarriedlikeherself，andexpectedtobeconfined。Dayafterday，however，passedaway，withoutherconfinementtakingplace。Mymotherexpectedeverymomenttobesummonedtoherassistance，andwassoanxiousaboutherthatshecouldnotrestatnight。Onenight，asshelayinbed，bythesideofherhusband，betweensleepingandwaking，sheheardofasuddenahorsecomingstump，stump，uptothedoor。Thentherewasapause—sheexpectedeverymomenttohearsomeonecryout，andtellhertocometohersister，butsheheardnofarthersound，neithervoicenorstumpofhorse。Shethoughtshehadbeendeceived，so，withoutawakeningherhusband，shetriedtogotosleep，butsleepshecouldnot。Thenextnight，ataboutthesametime，sheagainheardahorse’sfeetcomestump，stump，uptothedoor。Shenowwakedherhusbandandtoldhimtolisten。Hedidso，andbothheardthestumping。Presently，thestumpingceased，andthentherewasaloud"Hey！"asifsomebodywishedtowakethem。"Hey！"saidmyfather，andtheybothlayforaminuteexpectingtohearsomethingmore，buttheyheardnothing。Myfatherthensprangoutofbed，andlookedoutofthewindow；itwasbrightmoonlight，buthesawnothing。Thenextnight，astheylayinbedbothasleep，theyweresuddenlyarousedbyaloudandterribleknocking。Outsprangmyfatherfromthebed，flungopenthewindow，andlookedout，buttherewasnooneatthedoor。Thenextmorning，however，amessengerarrivedwiththeintelligencethatmyaunthadhadadreadfulconfinementwithtwinsinthenight，andthatbothsheandthebabesweredead。"
　　"Thankyou，"saidI；andpayingformyale，IreturnedtoLlangollen。
　　CHAPTERXII
　　ACalvinistic—Methodist—TurnforSaxon—OurCongregation—PontyCyssyltau—CatherineLingo。
　　IHADinquiredofthegoodwomanofthehouse，inwhichwelived，whethershecouldnotprocureapersontoaccompanymeoccasionallyinmywalks，whowaswellacquaintedwiththestrangenooksandcornersofthecountry，andwhocouldspeaknolanguagebutWelsh；
　　asIwishedtoincreasemyknowledgeofcolloquialWelshbyhavingacompanionwhowouldbeobliged，inallhehadtosaytome，toaddressmeinWelsh，andtowhomIshouldperforcehavetoreplyinthattongue。Thegoodladyhadtoldmethattherewasatenantofherswholivedinoneofthecottages，whichlookedintotheperllan，who，shebelieved，wouldbegladtogowithme，andwasjustthekindofmanIwasinquestof。ThedayafterIhadmetwiththeadventures，whichIhaverelatedintheprecedingchapter，sheinformedmethatthepersoninquestionwasawaitingmyordersinthekitchen。Itoldhertoletmeseehim。Hepresentlymadehisappearance。Hewasaboutforty—fiveyearsofage，ofmiddlestature，andhadagood—naturedopencountenance。Hisdresswaspoor，butclean。
　　"Well，"saidItohiminWelsh，"areyoutheCumrowhocanspeaknoSaxon？"
　　"Intruth，sir，Iam。"
　　"AreyousurethatyouknownoSaxon？"
　　"Sir！Imayknowafewwords，butIcannotconverseinSaxon，norunderstandaconversationinthattongue。"
　　"CanyoureadCumraeg？"
　　"Intruth，sir，Ican。"
　　"Whathaveyoureadinit？"
　　"Ihaveread，sir，theYsgrythyr—lan，tillIhaveitnearlyattheendsofmyfingers。"
　　"HaveyoureadanythingelsebesidestheholyScripture？"
　　"Ireadthenewspaper，sir，whenkindfriendslendittome。"
　　"InCumraeg？"
　　"Yes，sir，inCumraeg。IcanreadSaxonalittlebutnotsufficienttounderstandaSaxonnewspaper。"
　　"Whatnewspaperdoyouread？"
　　"Iread，sir，YrAmserau。"
　　"Isthatagoodnewspaper？"
　　"Verygood，sir，itiswrittenbygoodmen。"
　　"Whoarethey？"
　　"Theyareourministers，sir。"
　　"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"
　　"ACalvinisticMethodist，sir。"
　　"WhyareyouoftheMethodistreligion？"
　　"Becauseitisthetruereligion，sir。"
　　"Youshouldnotbebigoted。IfIhadmoreCumraegthanIhave，I
　　wouldprovetoyouthattheonlytruereligionisthatoftheLloegrianChurch。"
　　"Intruth，sir，youcouldnotdothat；hadyoualltheCumraeginCumruyoucouldnotdothat。"
　　"Whatareyoubytrade？"
　　"Iamagwehydd，sir。"
　　"Whatdoyouearnbyweaving？"
　　"Aboutfiveshillingsaweek，sir。"
　　"Haveyouawife？
　　"Ihave，sir。"
　　"Doessheearnanything？"
　　"Veryseldom，sir；sheisagoodwife，butisgenerallysick。"
　　"Haveyouchildren？"
　　"Ihavethree，sir。"
　　"Dotheyearnanything？"
　　"Myeldestson，sir，sometimesearnsafewpence，theothersareverysmall。"
　　"Willyousometimeswalkwithme，ifIpayyou？"
　　"Ishallbealwaysgladtowalkwithyou，sir，whetheryoupaymeornot。"
　　"DoyouthinkitlawfultowalkwithoneoftheLloegrianChurch？"
　　"Perhaps，sir，IoughttoaskthegentlemanoftheLloegrianChurchwhetherhethinksitlawfultowalkwiththepoorMethodistweaver。"
　　"Well，Ithinkwemayventuretowalkwithoneanother。Whatisyourname？"
　　"JohnJones，sir。"
　　"Jones！Jones！Iwaswalkingwithamanofthatnametheothernight。"
　　"Themanwithwhomyouwalkedtheothernightismybrother，sir，andwhathesaidtomeaboutyoumademewishtowalkwithyoualso。"
　　"ButhespokeverygoodEnglish。"
　　"MybrotherhadaturnforSaxon，sir；Ihadnot。SomepeoplehaveaturnfortheSaxon，othershavenot。IhavenoSaxon，sir，mywifehasdigoniawn—mytwoyoungestchildrenspeakgoodSaxon，sir，myeldestsonnotaword。"
　　"Well；shallwesetout？"