"Thatbrook，"saidtheguide，"istheyoungSevern。"Thebrookcamefromroundthesideofaveryloftyrock，singularlyvariegated，blackandwhite，thenorthernsummitpresentingsomethingoftheappearanceoftheheadofahorse。Passingroundthiscragwecametoafountainsurroundedwithrushes，outofwhichthebrook，nowexceedinglysmall，camemurmuring。
"Thecragabove，"saidmyguide，"iscalledCragyCefyl，ortheRockoftheHorse，andthisspringatitsfootisgenerallycalledtheffynnonoftheHafren。However，drinknotofit，master；fortheffynnonoftheHafrenishigherupthenant。Followme，andI
willpresentlyshowyoutherealffynnonoftheHafren。"
Ifollowedhimupanarrowandverysteepdingle。Presentlywecametosomebeautifullittlepoolsofwaterintheturf，whichwashereremarkablygreen。
"Theseareveryprettypools，an’tthey，master？"saidmycompanion。"Now，ifIwasafalseguideImightbidyoustoopanddrink，sayingthatthesewerethesourcesoftheSevern；butIamatruecyfarwydd，andthereforetellyounottodrink，forthesepoolsarenotthesourcesoftheHafren，nomorethanthespringbelow。TheffynnonoftheSevernishigherupthenant。Don’tfret，however，butfollowme，andweshallbethereinaminute。"
SoIdidashebademe，followinghimwithoutfrettinghigherupthenant。Justatthetophehaltedandsaid："Now，master，I
haveconductedyoutothesourceoftheSevern。Ihaveconsideredthematterdeeply，andhavecometotheconclusionthathere，andhereonly，isthetruesource。Thereforestoopdownanddrink，infullconfidencethatyouaretakingpossessionoftheHolySevern。"
ThesourceoftheSevernisalittlepoolofwatersometwentyincheslong，sixwide，andaboutthreedeep。Itiscoveredatthebottomwithsmallstones，frombetweenwhichthewatergushesup。
Itisontheleft—handsideofthenant，asyouascend，closebytheverytop。Anunsightlyheapofblackturf—earthstandsrightaboveittothenorth。Turf—heaps，bothlargeandsmall，areinabundanceinthevicinity。
AftertakingpossessionoftheSevernbydrinkingatitssource，ratherashabbysourceforsonobleastream，Isaid，"NowletusgotothefountainoftheWye。"
"Aquarterofanhourwilltakeustoit，yourhonour，"saidtheguide，leadingtheway。
ThesourceoftheWye，whichisalittlepool，notmuchlargerthanthatwhichconstitutesthefountainoftheSevern，standsnearthetopofagrassyhillwhichformspartoftheGreatPlynlimmon。Thestreamafterleavingitssourcerunsdownthehilltowardstheeast，andthentakesaturntothesouth。TheMountainsoftheSevernandtheWyeareincloseproximitytoeachother。ThatoftheRheidolstandssomewhatapartfrontboth，asif，proudofitsownbeauty，itdisdainedtheothertwofortheirhomeliness。Allthreearecontainedwithinthecompassofamile。
"Andnow，Isuppose，sir，thatourworkisdone，andwemaygobacktowherewecamefrom，"saidmyguide，asIstoodonthegrassyhillafterdrinkingcopiouslyofthefountainoftheWye。
"Wemay，"saidI；"butbeforewedoImustrepeatsomelinesmadebyamanwhovisitedthesesources，andexperiencedthehospitalityofachieftaininthisneighbourhoodfourhundredyearsago。"Thentakingoffmyhat，Iliftedupmyvoiceandsang：—
"FromhighPlynlimmon’sshaggysideThreestreamsinthreedirectionsglide；
TothousandsattheirmouthswhotarryHoney，goldandmeadtheycarry。
FlowalsofromPlynlimmonhighThreestreamsofgenerosity；
Thefirst，anoblestreamindeed，LikerillsofMonarunswithmead；
ThesecondbearsfromvineyardsthickWinetothefeebleandthesick；
Thethird，tilltimeshallbenomore，Mingledwithgoldshallsilverpour。"
"Nicepennillion，sir，Idaresay，"saidmyguide，"providedapersoncouldunderstandthem。What’smeantbyallthismead，wine，gold，andsilver？"
"Why，"saidI，"thebardmeanttosaythatPlynlimmon，bymeansofitsthreechannels，sendsblessingsandwealthinthreedifferentdirectionstodistantplaces，andthatthepersonwhomhecametovisit，andwholivedonPlynlimmon，distributedhisbountyinthreedifferentways，givingmeadtothousandsathisbanquets，winefromthevineyardsofGasconytothesickandfeebleoftheneighbourhood，andgoldandsilvertothosewhowerewillingtobetipped，amongstwhomnodoubtwashimself，aspoetshaveneverbeenabovereceivingapresent。"
"Noraboveaskingforone，yourhonour；there’saprydyddinthisneighbourhoodwhowillneverloseashillingforwantofaskingforit。Now，sir，havethekindnesstotellmethenameofthemanwhomadethosepennillion。"
"LewisGlynCothi，"saidI；"atleast，itwashewhomadethepennillionfromwhichthoseversesaretranslated。"
"Andwhatwasthenameofthegentlemanwhomhecametovisit？"
"Hisname，"saidI，"wasDafyddabThomasVychan。"
"Andwheredidhelive？"
"Why，Ibelieve，helivedatthecastle，whichyoutoldmeoncestoodonthespotwhichyoupointedoutaswecameup。Atanyrate，helivedsomewhereuponPlynlimmon。"
"IwishtherewassomerichgentlemanatpresentlivingonPlynlimmon，"saidmyguide；"oneofthatsortismuchwanted。"
"Youcan’thaveeverythingatthesametime，"saidI；"formerlyyouhadachieftainwhogaveawaywineandmead，andoccasionallyabitofgoldorsilver，butthennotravellersandtouristscametoseethewondersofthehills，foratthattimenobodycaredanythingabouthills；atpresentyouhavenochieftain，butplentyofvisitors，whocometoseethehillsandthesources，andscatterplentyofgoldabouttheneighbourhood。"
Wenowbentourstepshomeward，bearingslightlytothenorth，goingoverhillsanddalescoveredwithgorseandling。Myguidewalkedwithacalmanddeliberategait，yetIhadconsiderabledifficultyinkeepingupwithhim。Therewas，however，nothingsurprisinginthis；hewasashepherdwalkingonhisownhill，andhavingfirst—ratewind，andknowingeveryinchoftheground，madegreatwaywithoutseemingtobeintheslightesthurry：Iwouldnotadvisearoad—walker，evenifhebeafirst—rateone，toattempttocompetewithashepherdonhisown，orindeedanyhill；
shouldhedoso，theconceitwouldsoonbetakenoutofhim。
Afteralittletimewesawarivuletrunningfromthewest。
"Thisffrwd，"saidmyguide，"iscalledFrennig。ItheredividesshireTrefaldwynfromCardiganshire，oneinNorthandtheotherinSouthWales。"
Shortlyafterwardswecametoahillockofratherasingularshape。
"Thisplace，sir，"saidhe，"iscalledEisteddfa。"
"Whyisitcalledso？"saidI。"Eisteddfameanstheplacewherepeoplesitdown。"
"Itdoesso，"saidtheguide，"anditiscalledtheplaceofsittingbecausethreemenfromdifferentquartersoftheworldoncemethere，andoneproposedthattheyshouldsitdown。"
"Anddidthey？"saidI。
"Theydid，sir；andwhentheyhadsatdowntheytoldeachothertheirhistories。"
"Ishouldbegladtoknowwhattheirhistorieswere，"saidI。
"Ican’texactlytellyouwhattheywere，butIhaveheardsaythattherewasagreatdealinthemabouttheTylwythTegorfairies。"
"Doyoubelieveinfairies？"saidI。
"Ido，sir；buttheyareveryseldomseen，andwhentheyaretheydonoharmtoanybody。Ionlywishtherewereasfewcorpse—
candlesasthereareTylwithTeg，andthattheydidaslittleharm。"
"Theyforeshowpeople’sdeaths，don’tthey？"saidI。
"Theydo，sir；butthat’snotalltheharmtheydo。Theyareverydangerousforanybodytomeetwith。Iftheycomebumpupagainstyouwhenyouarewalkingcarelesslyit’sgenerallyalloverwithyouinthisworld。I’llgiveyouanexample：AmanreturningfrommarketfromLlanEglostoLlanCurig，notfarfromPlynlimmon，wasstruckdowndeadasahorsenotlongagobyacorpse—candle。Itwasarainy，windynight，andthewindandrainwereblowinginhisface，sothathecouldnotseeit，orgetoutofitsway。Andyetthecandlewasnotabroadonpurposetokilltheman。Thebusinessthatitwasaboutwastoprognosticatethedeathofawomanwholivednearthespot，andwhosehusbanddealtinwool—poorthing！
shewasdeadandburiedinlessthanafortnight。Ah，master，I
wishthatcorpse—candleswereasfewandaslittledangerousastheTylwithTegorfairies。"
Wereturnedtotheinn，whereIsettledwiththehonestfellow，addingatrifletowhatIhadagreedtogivehim。Thensittingdown，Icalledforalargemeasureofale，andinvitedhimtopartakeofit。Heacceptedmyofferwithmanythanksandbows，andaswesatanddrankouralewehadagreatdealofdiscourseabouttheplaceswehadvisited。Thealebeingfinished，Igotupandsaid：
"ImustnowbeofffortheDevil’sBridge！"
Whereuponhealsoarose，andofferingmehishand，said：
"Farewell，master；Ishallneverforgetyou。Wereallthegentlefolkswhocomeheretoseethesourceslikeyou，weshouldindeedfeelnowantinthesehillsofsuchagentlemanasisspokenofinthepennillion。"
ThesunwasgoingdownasIlefttheinn。Irecrossedthestreamletbymeansofthepoleandrail。Thewaterwasrunningwithmuchlessviolencethaninthemorning，andwasconsiderablylower。Theeveningwascalmandbeautifullycool，withaslighttendencytofrost。Iwalkedalongwithaboundingandelasticstep，andneverremembertohavefeltmorehappyandcheerful。
Ireachedthehospiceataboutsixo’clock，abrightmoonshininguponme，andfoundacapitalsupperawaitingme，whichIenjoyedexceedingly。
Howoneenjoysone’ssupperatone’sinnafteragoodday’swalk，providedonehastheproudandgloriousconsciousnessofbeingabletopayone’sreckoningonthemorrow！
CHAPTERLXXXIX
AMorningView—HafodYchdryd—TheMonument—Fairy—lookingPlace—EdwardLhuyd。
THEmorningofthesixthwasbrightandglorious。AsIlookedfromthewindowoftheuppersitting—roomofthehospicethescenewhichpresenteditselfwaswildandbeautifultoadegree。Theoak—
coveredtopsofthevolcaniccraterweregildedwiththebrightestsunshine，whilsttheeasternsidesremainedindarkshadeandthegapornarrowentrancetothenorthinshadowyetdarker，inthemidstofwhichshonethesilveroftheRheidolcataract。ShouldI
liveahundredyearsIshallneverforgetthewildfantasticbeautyofthatmorningscene。
Ileftthefriendlyhospiceataboutnineo’clocktopursuemysouthernjourney。Bythistimethemorninghadlostmuchofitsbeauty，andthedullgreyskycharacteristicofNovemberbegantoprevail。Thewaylayupahilltothesouth—east；onmyleftwasaglendownwhichtheriveroftheMonkrolledwithnoiseandfoam。
Thecountrysoonbecamenakedanddreary，andcontinuedsoforsomemiles。Atlength，comingtothetopofahill，Isawaparkbeforeme，throughwhichtheroadledafterpassingunderastatelygateway。IhadreachedtheconfinesofthedomainofHafod。
HafodYchdryd，orthesummermansionofUchtryd，hasfromtimeimmemorialbeenthenameofadwellingonthesideofahillabovetheYstwyth，lookingtotheeast。AtfirstitwasasummerboothieorhuntinglodgetoWelshchieftains，butsubsequentlyexpandedtotheroomy，comfortabledwellingofWelshsquires，wherehospitalitywasmuchpractisedandbardsandharpersliberallyencouraged。
WhilstbelongingtoanancientfamilyofthenameofJohnes，severalmembersofwhichmadenoinconsiderablefigureinliterature，itwascelebrated，farandwide，foritslibrary，inwhichwastobefound，amongstothertreasures，alargecollectionofWelshmanuscriptsonvarioussubjects—history，medicine，poetryandromance。Thehouse，however，andthelibrarywerebothdestroyedinadreadfulfirewhichbrokeout。ThisfireisgenerallycalledthegreatfireofHafod，andsomeofthosewhowitnessedithavebeenheardtosaythatitsviolencewassogreatthatburningraftersmixedwithflamingbookswerehurledhighabovethesummitsofthehills。Thelossofthehousewasamatteroftrivialitycomparedwiththatofthelibrary。Thehousewassoonrebuilt，andprobably，phoenix—like，lookedallthebetterforhavingbeenburnt，butthelibrarycouldneverberestored。Ontheextinctionofthefamily，thelasthopeofwhich，anangelicgirl，fadedawayintheyear1811，thedomainbecamethepropertyofthelateDukeofNewcastle，akindandphilanthrophicnobleman，andagreatfriendofagriculture，whohelditformanyyears，andconsiderablyimprovedit。AfterhisdeceaseitwaspurchasedbytheheadofanancientLancashirefamily，whousedthemodernhouseasasummerresidence，astheWelshchieftainshadusedthewoodenboothieofold。
Iwenttoakindoflodge，whereIhadbeentoldthatIshouldfindsomebodywhowouldadmitmetothechurch，whichstoodwithinthegroundsandcontainedamonumentwhichIwasverydesirousofseeing，partlyfromitsbeingconsideredoneofthemasterpiecesofthegreatChantrey，andpartlybecauseitwasamemorialtothelovelychild，thelastscionoftheoldfamilywhohadpossessedthedomain。Agood—lookingyoungwoman，theonlypersonwhomI
saw，onmytellingmyerrand，forthwithtookakeyandconductedmetothechurch。Thechurchwasaneatedificewithratheramodernlook。Itexhibitednothingremarkablewithout，andonlyonethingremarkablewithin，namely，themonument，whichwasindeedworthyofnotice，andwhich，hadChantreyexecutednothingelse，mightwellhaveentitledhimtobeconsidered，whattheworldhaslongpronouncedhim，theprinceofBritishsculptors。
Thismonument，whichisofthepurestmarble，isplacedontheeasternsideofthechurch，belowawindowofstainedglass，andrepresentsatrulyaffectingscene：aladyandgentlemanarestandingoveradyinggirlofangelicbeauty，whoisextendedonacouch，andfromwhosehandavolume，theBookofLife，isfalling。
Theladyisweeping。
Beneathisthefollowinginscription—
TotheMemoryofMARY
TheonlychildofTHOMASandJANEJOHNES
Whodiedin1811
Afterafewdays’sicknessThismonumentisdedicatedByherparents。
Aninscriptionworthy，byitssimplicityandpathos，tostandbelowsuchamonument。
Afterpresentingatrifletothewoman，who，tomygreatsurprise，couldnotspeakawordofEnglish，Ileftthechurch，anddescendedthesideofthehill，nearthetopofwhichitstands。Thescenerywasexceedinglybeautiful。Belowmewasabrightgreenvalley，atthebottomofwhichtheYstwythranbrawling，nowhidamongstgroves，nowshowingalongstretchofwater。Beyondtherivertotheeastwasanoblemountain，richlywooded。TheYstwyth，afteracircuitouscourse，joinstheRheidolnearthestrandoftheIrishChannel，whichtheunitedriversenterataplacecalledAberYstwyth，wherestandsalovelytownofthesamename，whichsprangupundertheprotectionofabaronialcastle，stillproudandcommandingeveninitsruins，builtbyStrongbow，theconquerorofthegreatwesternisle。Nearthelowerpartofthevalleytheroadtendedtothesouth，upanddownthroughwoodsandbowers，thescenerystilleverincreasinginbeauty。Atlength，afterpassingthroughagateandturningroundasharpcorner，IsuddenlybeheldHafodonmyrighthand，tothewestatalittledistanceaboveme，onarisingground，withanoblerangeofmountainsbehindit。
Atrulyfairyplaceitlooked，beautifulbutfantastic，inthebuildingofwhichthreestylesofarchitectureseemedtohavebeenemployed。AtthesouthernendwasaGothictower；atthenorthernanIndianpagoda；themiddleparthadmuchtheappearanceofaGrecianvilla。Thewallswereofresplendentwhiteness，andthewindows，whichwerenumerous，shonewithbeautifulgilding。SuchwasmodernHafod，astrangecontrast，nodoubt，tothehuntinglodgeofold。
Aftergazingatthishouseofeccentrictasteforaboutaquarterofanhour，sometimeswithadmiration，sometimeswithastrongdispositiontolaugh，Ifollowedtheroad，whichledpastthehouseinnearlyasoutherlydirection。Presentlythevalleybecamemorenarrow，andcontinuednarrowingtilltherewaslittlemoreroomthanwasrequiredfortheroadandtheriver，whichrandeepbelowitontheleft—handside。PresentlyIcametoagate，theboundaryinthedirectioninwhichIwasgoingoftheHafoddomain。
Here，whenabouttoleaveHafod，Ishalldevoteafewlinestoaremarkablemanwhosenameshouldbeeverassociatedwiththeplace。
EdwardLhuydwasborninthevicinityofHafodabouttheperiodoftheRestoration。Hisfatherwasaclergyman，whoaftergivinghimanexcellenteducationathomesenthimtoOxford，atwhichseatoflearningheobtainedanhonourabledegree，officiatedforseveralyearsastutor，andwaseventuallymadecustodiaryoftheAshmoleanMuseum。Fromhisearlyyouthhedevotedhimselfwithindefatigablezealtotheacquisitionoflearning。HewasfondofnaturalhistoryandBritishantiquities，buthisfavouritepursuit，andthatinwhichheprincipallydistinguishedhimself，wasthestudyoftheCelticdialects；anditisbutdoingjusticetohismemorytosay，thathewasnotonlythebestCelticscholarofhistime，butthatnoonehasarisensinceworthytobeconsideredhisequalinCelticerudition。Partlyattheexpenseoftheuniversity，partlyatthatofvariouspowerfulindividualswhopatronizedhim，hetravelledthroughIreland，theWesternHighlands，Wales，CornwallandArmorica，forthepurposeofcollectingCelticmanuscripts。HewasparticularlysuccessfulinIrelandandWales。
SeveralofthemostpreciousIrishmanuscriptsinOxford，andalsointheChandosLibrary，wereofLhuyd’scollection，andtohimtheoldhallatHafodwaschieflyindebtedforitstreasuresofancientBritishliterature。ShortlyafterreturningtoOxfordfromhisCelticwanderingshesatdowntothecompositionofagrandworkinthreeparts，underthetitleofArchaeologiaBritannica，whichhehadlongprojected。ThefirstwastobedevotedtotheCelticdialects；thesecondtoBritishAntiquities，andthethirdtothenaturalhistoryoftheBritishIsles。Heonlylivedtocompletethefirstpart。ItcontainsvariousCelticgrammarsandvocabularies，toeachofwhichthereisaprefacewrittenbyLhuydintheparticulardialecttowhichthevocabularyorgrammarisdevoted。OfalltheseprefacestheonetotheIrishisthemostcuriousandremarkable。ThefirstpartoftheArchaeologiawaspublishedatOxfordin1707，twoyearsbeforethedeathoftheauthor。Ofhiscorrespondence，whichwasveryextensive，severallettershavebeenpublished，allofthemrelatingtophilology，antiquities，andnaturalhistory。
CHAPTERXC
AnAdventure—SpyttyYstwyth—Wormwood。
SHORTLYafterleavingthegroundsofHafodIcametoabridgeovertheYstwyth。Icrossedit，andwasadvancingalongtheroadwhichledapparentlytothesouth—east，whenIcametoacompanyofpeoplewhoseemedtobeloiteringabout。Itconsistedentirelyofyoungmenandwomen，theformerwithcrimsonfavours，thelatterinthegarbofoldWales，bluetunicsandsharpcrownedhats。Goinguptooneoftheyoungwomen，Isaid，"Pettiyw？what’sthematter！"
"Priodas（amarriage），"shereplied，afterlookingatmeattentively。Ithenaskedherthenameofthebridge，whereuponshegaveabroadgrin，andaftersome，littletimereplied："PontyGroes（thebridgeofthecross）。"Iwasabouttoaskhersomeotherquestionwhensheturnedawaywithaloudchuckle，andsaidsomethingtoanotherwenchnearher，who，grinningyetmoreuncouthly，saidsomethingtoathird，whogrinnedtoo，andliftingupherhandsandspreadingherfingerswide，said："DynoddidiryGogledd—amanfromthenorthcountry，hee，hee！"Forthwiththerewasageneralshout，thewenchescrying："Amanfromthenorthcountry，hee，hee！"andthefellowscrying："Amanfromthenorthcountry，hoo，hoo！"
"Isthisthewayyoutreatstrangersinthesouth？"saidI。ButI
hadscarcelyutteredthewordswhenwithredoubledshoutsthecompanyexclaimed："There’sCumraeg！there’sprettyCumraeg。Goback，David，toshireFon！ThatCumraegwon’tpasshere。"
FindingtheydislikedmyWelshIhadrecoursetomyownlanguage。
"Really，"saidIinEnglish，"suchconductisunaccountable。Whatdoyoumean？"Butthisonlymademattersworse，fortheshoutsgrewlouderstill，andeveryonecried："There’sprettyEnglish！
Well，ifIcouldn’tspeakbetterEnglishthanthatI’dneverspeakEnglishatall。No，David；ifyoumustspeakatall，sticktoCumraeg。"Thenforthwith，allthecompanysetthemselvesinviolentmotion，thewomenrushinguptomewiththeirpalmsandfingersspreadoutinmyface，withouttouchingme，however，astheywheeledroundmeataboutayard’sdistance，crying："Amanfromthenorthcountry，hee，hee！"andthefellowsactingjustinthesameway，rushingupwiththeirhandsspreadout，andthenwheelingroundmewithcriesof"Amanfromthenorthcountry，hoo，hoo！"IwassoenragedthatImadeforaheapofstonesbytheroad—side，intendingtotakesomeupandflingthematthecompany。
Reflecting，however，thatIhadbutonepairofhandsandthecompanyatleastforty，andthatbysuchanattemptatrevengeI
shouldonlymakemyselfridiculous，Igaveupmyintention，andcontinuedmyjourneyatarapidpace，pursuedforalongwayby"hee，hee，"and"hoo，hoo，"and："Goback，David，toyourgoatsinAnglesey，youarenotwantedhere。"
Ibegantodescendahillformingtheeasternsideofanimmensevalley，atthebottomofwhichrolledtheriver。Beyondthevalleytothewestwasanenormoushill，onthetopofwhichwasamostsingular—lookingcrag，seeminglyleaninginthedirectionofthesouth。Ontheright—handsideoftheroadwereimmenseworksofsomekindinfullplayandactivity，forengineswereclangingandpuffsofsmokewereascendingfromtallchimneys。OninquiringofaboythenameoftheworksIwastoldthattheywerecalledtheworksofLevelVawr，ortheGreatLevel，aminingestablishment；
butwhenIaskedhimthenameofthehillwiththesingularpeak，ontheothersideofthevalley，heshookhisheadandsaidhedidnotknow。NearthetopofthehillIcametoavillageconsistingofafewcottagesandashabby—lookingchurch。Arivuletdescendingfromsomecragstotheeastcrossestheroad，whichleadsthroughtheplace，andtumblingdownthevalley，joinstheYstwythatthebottom。Seeingawomanstandingatthedoor，I
inquiredthenameofthevillage。
"SpyttyYstwyth，"shereplied，butshe，nomorethantheboydownbelow，couldtellmethenameofthestrange—lookinghillacrossthevalley。ThissecondSpyttyormonastichospital，whichIhadcometo，lookedineveryrespectaninferiorplacetothefirst。
Whateveritsformerstatemighthavebeen，nothingbutdirtandwretchednesswerenowvisible。HavingreachedthetopofthehillIentereduponawildmooryregion。PresentlyIcrossedalittlebridgeoverarivulet，andseeingasmallhouseontheshutterofwhichwaspainted"cwrw，"Iwentin，satdownonanoldchair，whichIfoundvacant，andsaidinEnglishtoanoldwomanwhosatknittingbythewindow："Bringmeapintofale！"
"DimSaesneg！"saidtheoldwoman。
"Itoldyoutobringmeapintofale，"saidItoherinherownlanguage。
"Youshallhaveitimmediately，sir，"saidshe，andgoingtoacask，shefilledajugwithale，andafterhandingittomeresumedherseatandknitting。
"Itisnotverybadale，"saidI，afterIhadtastedit。
"Itoughttobeverygood，"saidtheoldwoman，"forIbreweditmyself。"
"Thegoodnessofale，"saidI，"doesnotsomuchdependonwhobrewsitasonwhatitisbrewedof。Nowthereissomethinginthisalewhichoughtnottobe。Whatisitmadeof？"
"Maltandhop。"
"Ittastesverybitter，"saidI。"Istherenochwerwlys（13）init？"
"Idonotknowwhatchwerwlysis，"saidtheoldwoman。
"ItiswhattheSaxonscallwormwood，"saidI。
"Oh，wermod。No，thereisnowermodinmybeer，atleastnotmuch。"
"Oh，thenthereissome；Ithoughttherewas。Whydoyouputsuchstuffintoyourale？"
"Wearegladtoputitinsometimeswhenhopsaredear，astheyarethisyear。Moreover，wermodisnotbadstuff，andsomefolkslikethetastebetterthanthatofhops。"
"Well，Idon’t。However，thealeisdrinkable。WhatamItogiveyouforthepint？"
"Youaretogivemeagroat。"