Isaidnothing，butIthoughttomyself：—"IwonderhowlongacuplikethiswouldhavebeensafeinacrazychestinacountrychurchinEngland。"
Ikissedthesacredrelicofoldtimeswithreverence，andreturnedittotheoldsexton。
"WhatbecameofthehornsofHuGadarn’sbull？"saidI，afterhehadlockedthecupagaininitsdilapidatedcoffer。
"Theydiddwindleaway，sir，tilltheycametonothing。"
"Didyoueverseeanypartofthem？"saidI。
"Ohno，sir；Ididneverseeanypartofthem，butoneveryoldmanwhoisburiedheredidtellmeshortlybeforehediedthathehadseenoneveryoldmanwhohadseenofdemonelittletip。"
"Whowastheoldmanwhosaidthattoyou？"saidI。
"Iwillshowyouhismonument，sir，"thentakingmeintoaduskypewhepointedtoasmallrudetabletagainstthechurchwallandsaid：—"Thatishismonument，sir。"
Thetabletborethefollowinginscription，andbelowitarudeenglynondeathnotworthtranscribing：—
CoffadwriaethamTHOMASJONES
Diweddaro’rDrawsLlwynynyPlwyfhwn：
BufarwChwefror6fed1830
Yn92oed。
TothememoryofTHOMASJONES
OfTrawsLlwyn（acrosstheGrove）inthisparishwhodiedFebruarythesixth，1830。
Aged92。
AftercopyingtheinscriptionIpresentedtheoldmanwithatrifleandwentmyway。
CHAPTERXCV
Lampeter—TheMonkAustin—TheThreePublicans—TheTombstone—
SuddenChange—Trampers—ACatholic—TheBridgeofTwrch。
THEcountrybetweenLlanDdewiandLampeterpresentednothingremarkable，andImetontheroadnothingworthyofbeingrecorded。
OnarrivingatLampeterItookaslightrefreshmentattheinn，andthenwenttoseethecollegewhichstandsalittlewaytothenorthofthetown。ItwasfoundedbyBishopBurgessintheyear1820，fortheeducationofyouthsintendedfortheministryoftheChurchofEngland。Itisaneatquadrateedificewithacourtyardinwhichstandsalargestonebasin。Fromthecourtyardyouenteraspaciousdining—hall，overthedoorofwhichhangsawell—executedportraitofthegoodbishop。Fromthehallyouascendbyahandsomestaircasetothelibrary，alargeandlightsomeroom，wellstoredwithbooksinvariouslanguages。ThegrandcuriosityisamanuscriptCodexcontainingaLatinsynopsisofScripturewhichoncebelongedtothemonksofBangorIsCoed。ItbearsmarksofbloodwithwhichitwassprinkledwhenthemonksweremassacredbytheheathenSaxons，attheinstigationofAustinthePope’smissionaryinBritain。Thenumberofstudentsseldomexceedsforty。
Itmightbeabouthalf—pasttwointheafternoonwhenIleftLampeter。Ipassedoverabridge，takingtheroadtoLlandoverywhich，however，Ihadnointentionofattemptingtoreachthatnight，asitwasconsiderablyupwardsoftwentymilesdistant。Theroadlay，seemingly，dueeast。AfterwalkingverybrisklyforaboutanhourIcametoaverysmallhamletconsistingofnotmorethansixorsevenhouses；ofthesethreeseemedtobepublic—
houses，astheyborelargeflamingsigns。Seeingthreerathershabby—lookingfellowsstandingchattingwiththeirhandsintheirpockets，IstoppedandinquiredinEnglishthenameoftheplace。
"Pen—something，"saidoneofthem，whohadaredfaceandalargecarbuncleonhisnose，whichservedtodistinguishhimfromhiscompanions，whothoughtheyhadbothveryrubicundfaceshadnocarbuncles。
"Itseemsratherasmallplacetomaintainthreepublic—houses，"
saidI；"howdothepublicansmanagetolive？"
"Oh，tolerablywell，sir；wegetbreadandcheeseandhaveagroatinourpockets。Nogreatreasontocomplain；havewe，neighbours？"
"No！nogreatreasontocomplain，"saidtheothertwo。
"Dearme！"saidI；"areyouthepublicans？"
"Weare，sir，"saidthemanwiththecarbuncleonhisnose，"andshallbeeachofusgladtotreatyoutoapintinhisownhouseinordertowelcomeyoutoShireCar—shan’twe，neighbours？"
"Yes，intruthweshall，"saidtheothertwo。
"ByShireCar，"saidI，"IsupposeyoumeanShireCardigan？"
"ShireCardigan！"saidtheman；"noindeed；byShireCarismeantCarmarthenshire。YourhonourhasleftbeggarlyCardigansomewaybehindyou。Come，yourhonour，comeandhaveapint；thisismyhouse，"saidhe，pointingtooneofthebuildings。
"But，"saidI，"IsupposeifIdrinkatyourexpenseyouexpecttodrinkatmine？"
"Why，wecan’tsaythatweshallhaveanyobjection，yourhonour；I
thinkwewillarrangethematterinthisway；wewillgointomyhouse，wherewewilleachofustreatyourhonourwithapint，andforeachpintwetreatyourhonourwithyourhonourshalltreatuswithone。"
"Doyoumeaneach？"saidI。
"Why，yes！yourhonour，forapintamongstthreewouldberatherashortallowance。"
"Thenitwouldcometothis，"saidI，"Ishouldreceivethreepintsfromyouthree，andyouthreewouldreceiveninefromme。"
"Justso，yourhonour，Iseeyourhonourisareadyreckoner。"
"Iknowhowmuchthreetimesthreemake，"saidI。"Well，thankyou，kindly，butImustdeclineyouroffer；Iamboundonajourney。"
"Whereareyouboundto，master？"
"ToLlandovery，butifIcanfindaninnafewmilesfartheronI
shallstopthereforthenight。"
"Thenyouwillputupatthe’PumpSaint，’master；well，youcanhaveyourthreepintshereandyourthreepipestoo，andyetgeteasilytherebyseven。Comein，master，comein！Ifyoutakemyadviceyouwillthinkofyourpintandyourpipeandletalltherestgotothedevil。"
"Thankyou，"saidI，"butIcan’tacceptyourinvitation，Imustbeoff；"andinspiteofyetmorepressingsolicitationsIwenton。
IhadnotgonefarwhenIcametoapointwheretheroadpartedintotwo；justatthepointwereahouseandpremisesbelongingapparentlytoastonemason，asagreatmanypiecesofhalf—cutgranitewerestandingabout，andnotafewtombstones。Istoppedandlookedatoneofthelatter。Itwastothememoryofsomebodywhodiedattheageofsixty—six，andatthebottomborethefollowingbitofpoetry：—
"Tiddaearoddaearystyriamewnbraw，Maidaeariddaearynfuanaddaw；
AddaearmewnddaearraidarosbobdarnNesdaearoddaeargyfrodirifarn。"
"ThouearthfromearthreflectwithanxiousmindThatearthtoearthmustquicklybeconsigned，AndearthinearthmustlieentrancedenthralledTillearthfromearthtojudgmentshallbecalled。"
"Whatconflictingopinionsthereareinthisworld，"saidI，afterIhadcopiedthequatrainandtranslatedit。"Thepublicanyondertellsmetothinkofmypintandpipeandleteverythingelsegotothedevil，andthetombstoneheretellsmetoreflectwithdread—
amuchfinerexpressionby—the—byethanreflectwithanxiousmind，asIhavegotit—thatinaverylittletimeImustdie，andlieinthegroundtillIamcalledtojudgment。Now，whichismostright，thetombstoneorthepublican？Why，Ishouldsaythetombstonedecidedly。Thepublicanistoosweepingwhenhetellsyoutothinkofyourpintandpipeandnothingelse。Apintandpipearegoodthings。Idon’tsmokemyself，butIdaresayapipeisagoodthingforthemwholikeit，buttherearecertainlythingsworthbeingthoughtofinthisworldbesidesapintandpipe—hillsanddales，woodsandrivers，forexample—deathandjudgmenttooareworthynowandthenofveryseriousthought。Soitwon’tdotogowiththepublicanthewholehog。Butwithrespecttothetombstone，itisquitesafeandrighttogowithititswholelength。Ittellsyoutothinkofdeathandjudgment—
andassuredlyweoughttoofthem。Itdoesnot，however，tellyoutothinkofnothingbutdeathandjudgmentandtoescheweveryinnocentpleasurewithinyourreach。Ifitdiditwouldbeatombstonequiteassweepinginwhatitsaysasthepublican，whotellsyoutothinkofyourpintandpipeandleteverythingelsegotothedevil。Thewisestcourseevidentlyistoblendthewholeofthephilosophyofthetombstonewithaportionofthephilosophyofthepublicanandsomethingmore，toenjoyone’spintandpipeandotherinnocentpleasures，andtothinkeverynowandthenofdeathandjudgment—thatiswhatIintendtodo，andindeediswhatI
havedoneforthelastthirtyyears。"
Iwenton—desolatehillsroseintheeast，thewayIwasgoing，butonthesouthwerebeautifulhillocksadornedwithtreesandhedge—rows。Iwassoonamongstthedesolatehills，whichthenlookedmoredesolatethantheydidatadistance。Theywereofawretchedrussetcolour，andexhibitednoothersignsoflifeandcultivationthanhereandthereamiserablefieldandvile—lookinghovel；andiftherewasherenothingtocheertheeyetherewasalsonothingtocheertheear。Therewerenosongsofbirds，novoicesofrills；theonlysoundIheardwasthelowingofawretchedbullockfromafar—offslope。
Iwentonslowlyandheavily；atlengthIgottothetopofthiswretchedrange—thenwhatasuddenchange！Beautifulhillsinthefareast，afairvalleybelowme，andgrovesandwoodsoneachsideoftheroadwhichleddowntoit。Thesightfilledmyveinswithfreshlife，andIdescendedthissideofthehillasmerrilyasI
hadcomeuptheothersidedespondingly。Abouthalf—waydownthehillIcametoasmallvillage。Seeingapublic—houseIwentuptoit，andinquiredinEnglishofsomepeoplewithinthenameofthevillage。
"Dolwen，"saidadark—facedyoungfellowofaboutfour—and—twenty。
"Andwhatisthenameofthevalley？"saidI。
"Dolwen，"wastheanswer，"thevalleyisnamedafterthevillage。"
"Youmeanthatthevillageisnamedafterthevalley，"saidI，"forDolwenmeansfairvalley。"
"Itmaybeso，"saidtheyoungfellow，"wedon’tknowmuchhere。"
Thenafteramoment’spausehesaid：
"Areyougoingmuchfarther？"
"Onlyasfarasthe’PumpSaint。’"
"Haveyouanybusinessthere？"saidhe。
"No，"Ireplied，"Iamtravellingthecountry，andshallonlyputupthereforthenight"
"Youhadbetterstayhere，"saidtheyoungfellow。"Youwillbebetteraccommodatedherethanatthe’PumpSaint。’"
"Verylikely，"saidI；"butIhaveresolvedtogothere，andwhenI
oncemakearesolutionIneveralterit。"
ThenbiddinghimgoodeveningIdeparted。HadIformednoresolutionatallaboutstoppingatthe’PumpSaint，’Icertainlyshouldnothavestayedinthishouse，whichhadalltheappearanceofatrampers’hostelry，andthoughIamveryfondoftheconversationoftrampers，whoaretheonlypeoplefromwhomyoucanlearnanything，Iwouldmuchratherhavethebenefitofitabroadthanintheirownlairs。AlittlefartherdownImetawomancominguptheascent。Shewastolerablyrespectablydressed，seemedaboutfive—and—thirty，andwasrathergood—looking。Shewalkedsomewhatslowly，whichwasprobablymoreowingtoalargebundlewhichsheboreinherhandthantoherpathbeingup—hill。
"Goodevening，"saidI，stopping。
"Goodevening，yourhonour，"saidshe，stoppingandbrightlypanting。
"Doyoucomefromfar？"saidI。
"Notveryfar，yourhonour，butquitefarenoughforapoorfeeblewoman。"
"AreyouWelsh？"saidI。
"Ochno！yourhonour；IamMaryBanefromDunmanwayinthekingdomofIreland。"
"Andwhatareyoudoinghere？"saidI。
"Ochsure！Iamtravellingthecountrywithsoftgoods。"
"Areyougoingfar？"saidI。
"Merelytothevillagealittlefartherup，yourhonour。"
"Iamgoingfarther，"saidI，"Iamthinkingofpassingthenightatthe’PumpSaint。’"
"Well，then，Iwouldjustadviseyourhonourtodonosuchthing，buttoturnbackwithmetothevillageabove，wherethereisanilligantinnwhereyourhonourwillbewellaccommodated。"
"Oh，IsawthatasIcamepast，"saidI；"Idon’tthinkthereismuchaccommodationthere。"
"Oh，yourhonourisclanemistaken；thereisalwaysanilligantfireandanilligantbedtoo。"
"Isthereonlyonebed？"saidI。
"Oh，yes，therearetwobeds，onefortheaccommodationofthepeopleofthehouseandtheotherforthatofthevisitors。"
"Anddothevisitorssleeptogetherthen？"saidI。
"Ohyes！unlesstheywishtobeunsociable。Thosewhoarenotdisposedtobesociablesleepsinthechimney—corners。"
"Ah，"saidI，"Iseeitisaveryagreeableinn；however，Ishallgoontothe’PumpSaint。’"
"Iamsorryforit，yourhonour，foryourhonour’ssake；yourhonourwon’tbehalfsoilligantlyservedatthe’PumpSaint’asthereabove。"
"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"saidI。
"Oh，I’maCatholic，justlikeyourhonour，forifIamnotclanemistakenyourhonourisanIrishman。"
"Whoisyourspiritualdirector？"saidI。
"Why，then，itisjustFatherToban，yourhonour，whomofcourseyourhonourknows。"
"Ohyes！"saidI；"whenyounextseehimpresentmyrespectstohim。"
"WhatnameshallImention，yourhonour？"
"ShorshaBorroo，"saidI。
"Oh，thenIwasrightintakingyourhonourforanIrishman。NonebutaraalPaddybearsthatname。Acredittoyourhonourisyourname，foritisafamousname，（17）andacredittoyournameisyourhonour，foritisaneatmanwithoutabendyouare。Godblessyourhonourandgoodnight！andmayyoufinddacentquartersinthe’PumpSaint。’"
LeavingMaryBaneIproceededonmyway。Theeveningwasratherfinebuttwilightwascomingrapidlyon。Ireachedthebottomofthevalleyandsoonovertookayoungmandressedsomethinglikeagroom。Weenteredintoconversation。HespokeWelshandalittleEnglish。HisWelshIhadgreatdifficultyinunderstanding，asitwaswidelydifferentfromthatwhichIhadbeenaccustomedto。HeaskedmewhereIwasgoingto；Irepliedtothe"PumpSaint，"andthenenquiredifhewasinservice。
"Iam，"saidhe。
"Withwhomdoyoulive？"saidI。
"WithMrJohnesofDolCothi，"heanswered。
StruckbythewordCothi，IaskedifDolCothiwasevercalledGlynCothi。
"Ohyes，"saidhe，"frequently。"
"Howodd，"thoughtItomyself，"thatIshouldhavestumbledallofasuddenuponthecountryofmyoldfriendLewisGlynCothi，thegreatestpoetafterAbGwilymofallWales！"
"IsCothiariver？"saidItomycompanion。
"Itis，"saidhe。
Presentlywecametoabridgeoverasmallriver。
"IsthisrivertheCothi？"saidI。
"No，"saidhe，"thisistheTwrch；thebridgeiscalledPontyTwrch。"
"ThebridgeofTwrchorthehog，"saidItomyself；"thereisabridgeofthesamenameintheScottishHighlands，notfarfromthepassoftheTrossachs。Iwonderwhetherithasitsnamefromthesamecauseasthis，namely，frompassingoverarivercalledtheTwrchorTorck，whichwordinGaelicsignifiesboarorhogevenasitdoesinWelsh。"Ithadnowbecomenearlydark。AfterproceedingsomewayfartherIaskedthegroomifwewerefarfromtheinnofthe"PumpSaint。"
"Closeby，"saidhe，andpresentlypointingtoalargebuildingontheright—handsidehesaid："Thisistheinnofthe’PumpSaint，’
sir。NosDa’chi！"
CHAPTERXCVI
"PumpSaint"—PleasantResidence—TheWateryCoom—PhilologicalFact—EveningService—Meditation。
IENTEREDtheinnofthe"PumpSaint。"Itwasacomfortableold—
fashionedplace，withaverylargekitchenandarathersmallparlour。Thepeoplewerekindandattentive，andsoonsetbeforemeintheparlourahomelybutsavourysupper，andafoamingtankardofale。AftersupperIwentintothekitchen，andsittingdownwiththegoodfolksinanimmensechimney—corner，listenedtothemtalkingintheirCarmarthenshiredialecttillitwastimetogotorest，whenIwasconductedtoalargechamberwhereIfoundanexcellentandcleanbedawaitingme，inwhichIenjoyedarefreshingsleep，occasionallyvisitedbydreamsinwhichsomeofthescenesoftheprecedingdayagainappearedbeforeme，butinanindistinctandmistymanner。
AwakingintheverydepthofthenightIthoughtIheardthemurmuringofariver；IlistenedandsoonfoundthatIhadnotbeendeceived。"IwonderwhetherthatriveristheCothi，"saidI，"thestreamoftheimmortalLewis。Iwillsupposethatitis"—andrenderedquitehappybytheidea，Isoonfellasleepagain。
Iaroseabouteightandwentouttolookaboutme。Thevillageconsistsoflittlemorethanhalf—a—dozenhouses。Thename"PumpSaint"signifies"FiveSaints。"WhytheplaceiscalledsoIknownot。Perhapsthenameoriginallybelongedtosomechapelwhichstoodeitherwherethevillagenowstandsorintheneighbourhood。
TheinnisagoodspecimenofanancientWelshhostelry。Itsgableistotheroadanditsfronttoalittlespaceononesideoftheway。Atalittledistanceuptheroadisablacksmith’sshop。Thecountryaroundisinteresting：onthenorth—westisafinewoodedhill—tothesouthavalleythroughwhichflowstheCothi，afairriver，theonewhosemurmurhadcomesopleasinglyuponmyearinthedepthofnight。
AfterbreakfastIdepartedforLlandovery。PresentlyIcametoalodgeontheleft—handbesideanornamentalgateatthebottomofanavenueleadingseeminglytoagentleman’sseat。Oninquiringofawoman，whosatatthedoorofthelodge，towhomthegroundsbelonged，shesaidtoMrJohnes，andthatifIpleasedIwaswelcometoseethem。Iwentinandadvancedalongtheavenue，whichconsistedofverynobleoaks；ontherightwasavaleinwhichabeautifulbrookwasrunningnorthandsouth。Beyondthevaletotheeastwerefinewoodedhills。IthoughtIhadneverseenamorepleasinglocality，thoughIsawittogreatdisadvantage，thedaybeingdull，andtheseasonthelatterfall。
Presently，ontheavenuemakingaslightturn，Isawthehouse，aplainbutcomfortablegentleman’sseatwithwings。Itlookedtothesouthdownthedale。"WithwhatsatisfactionIcouldliveinthathouse，"saidItomyself，"ifbackedbyacoupleofthousandsa—year。WithwhatgravitycouldIsignawarrantinitslibrary，andwithwhatdreamycomforttranslateanodeofLewisGlynCothi，mytankardofrichalebesideme。Iwonderwhethertheproprietorisfondoftheoldbardandkeepsgoodale。WereIanIrishmaninsteadofaNorfolkmanIwouldgoinandaskhim。"
ReturningtotheroadIproceededonmyjourney。IpassedoverPontyRhaneddorthebridgeoftheRhanedd，asmallriverflowingthroughadale，thenbyClasHywel，aloftymountainwhichappearedtohavethreeheads。AfterwalkingforsomemilesIcametowheretheroaddividedintotwo。Byasign—postIsawthatbothledtoLlandovery，onebyPorthyRhydandtheotherbyLlanwrda。Thedistancebythefirstwassixmilesandahalf，bythelattereightandahalf。FeelingquitethereverseoftiredIchosethelongestroad，namelytheonebyLlanwrda，alongwhichIspedatagreatrate。
InalittletimeIfoundmyselfintheheartofaromanticwindingdell，overhungwithtreesofvariouskinds，whichatallmanwhomI
mettoldmewascalledCwmDwrLlanwrda，ortheWateryCoomofLlanwrda；andwellmightitbecalledtheWateryCoom，fortherewereseveralbridgesinit，twowithinafewhundredyardsofeachother。Thesamemantoldmethatthewarwasgoingonverybadly，thatoursoldiersweresufferingmuch，andthatthesnowwastwofeetdeepatSebastopol。
PassingthroughLlanwrda，aprettyvillagewithasingular—lookingchurch，closetowhichstoodanenormousyew，IenteredavalleywhichIlearnedwasthevalleyoftheTowey。Idirectedmycoursetothenorth，havingtheriveronmyright，whichrunstowardsthesouthinaspaciousbed，which，however，exceptintimesofflood，itscarcelyhalffills。Beautifulhillswereonotherside，partlycultivated，partlycoveredwithwood，andhereandtheredottedwithfarm—housesandgentlemen’sseats；greenpastureswhichdescendednearlytotheriveroccupyingingeneralthelowerparts。
AfterjourneyingaboutfourmilesamidthiskindofsceneryIcametoanoblesuspensionbridge，andcrossingitfoundmyselfinaboutaquarterofanhouratLlandovery。
Itwasabouthalf—pasttwowhenIarrived。IputupattheCastleInnandforthwithordereddinner，whichwasservedupbetweenfourandfive。DuringdinnerIwaswaiteduponbyastrangeoldfellowwhospokeWelshandEnglishwithequalfluency。
"Whatcountrymanareyou？"saidI。
"AnEnglishman，"hereplied。
"FromwhatpartofEngland？"
"FromHerefordshire。"
"Haveyoubeenlonghere？"
"Ohyes！upwardsoftwentyyears。"
"HowcameyoutolearnWelsh？"
"Oh，Itooktoitandsoonpickeditup。"
"Canyoureadit？"saidI。
"No，Ican’t。"
"CanyoureadEnglish？"
"Yes，Ican；thatis，alittle。"
"Whydidn’tyoutrytolearntoreadWelsh？"
"Well，Idid；butIcouldmakenohandofit。It’sonethingtospeakWelshandanothertoreadit。"
"IcanreadWelshmuchbetterthanIcanspeakit，"saidI。
"Ah，youareagentleman—gentlefolksalwaysfinditeasiertolearntoreadaforeignlingothantospeakit，butit’squitethecontrarywithwepoorfolks。"
"Oneofthemostprofoundtruthseverutteredconnectedwithlanguage，"saidItomyself。IaskedhimifthereweremanyChurchofEnglandpeopleinLlandovery。
"Agoodmany，"hereplied。
"DoyoubelongtotheChurch？"saidI。
"Yes，Ido。"
"IfthiswereSundayIwouldgotochurch，"saidI。
"Oh，ifyouwishtogotochurchyoucangoto—night。ThisisWednesday，andtherewillbeserviceathalf—pastsix。IfyoulikeIwillcomeforyou。"
"Praydo，"saidI；"Ishouldlikeaboveallthingstogo。"
DinneroverIsatbeforethefireoccasionallydozing，occasionallysippingaglassofwhiskey—and—water。AlittleaftersixtheoldfellowmadehisappearancewithakindofSpanishhatonhishead。
Wesetout；thenightwasverydark；wewentdownalongstreetseeminglyinthedirectionofthewest。"HowmanychurchesarethereinLlandovery？"saidItomycompanion。
"Onlyone，butyouarenotgoingtoLlandoveryChurch，buttothatofLlanfair，inwhichourclergymandoesdutyonceortwiceaweek。"
"Isitfar？"saidI。
"Ohno；justoutofthetown，onlyafewstepsfarther。"
Weseemedtopassoverabridgeandbegantoascendarisingground。Severalpeopleweregoinginthesamedirection。
"There，"saidtheoldman，"followwiththese，andalittlefartherupyouwillcometothechurch，whichstandsontherighthand。"
Hethenleftme。Iwentwiththerestandsooncametothechurch。
Iwentinandwasatonceconductedbyanoldman，whoIbelievewasthesexton，toalargepewcloseagainstthesouthernwall。
Theinsideofthechurchwasdimlylighted；itwaslongandnarrow，andthewallswerepaintedwithayellowcolour。Thepulpitstoodagainstthenorthernwallnearthealtar，andalmostoppositetothepewinwhichIsat。Afteralittletimetheservicecommenced；
itwasinWelsh。Whenthelitanieswereconcludedtheclergyman，whoappearedtobeamiddle—agedman，andwhohadratherafinevoice，begantopreach。Hissermonwasfromthe119thPsalm："Amhynnyhoffaisdygorchymynionynmwynagaur：""ThereforehaveI
lovedthycommandmentsmorethangold。"Thesermon，whichwasextempore，wasdeliveredwithgreatearnestness，andImakenodoubtwasaveryexcellentone，butowingtoitsbeinginSouthWelshIdidnotderivemuchbenefitfromitasIotherwisemighthavedone。Whenitwasoveragreatmanygotupandwentaway。
Observing，however，thatnotafewremained，Idetermineduponremainingtoo。Wheneverythingwasquiettheclergyman，descendingfromthepulpit，repairedtothevestry，andhavingtakenoffhisgownwentintoapew，andstandingupbeganadiscourse，fromwhichIlearnedthattherewastobeasacramentontheensuingSabbath。
Hespokewithmuchfervency，enlarginguponthehighimportanceoftheholycommunion，andexhortingpeopletocometoitinafitstateofmind。Whenhehadfinishedamaninaneighbouringpewgotupandspokeabouthisownunworthiness，sayingthisandthatabouthimself，hissinsofcommissionandomission，anddwellingparticularlyonhisuncharitablenessandthemaliciouspleasurewhichhetookinthemisfortunesofhisneighbours。Theclergymanlistenedattentively，sometimessaying"Ah！"andthecongregationalsolistenedattentively，avoicehereandtherefrequentlysaying"Ah。"Whenthemanhadconcludedtheclergymanagainspoke，makingobservationsonwhathehadheard，andhopingthattherestwouldbevisitedwiththesamecontritespiritastheirfriend。