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。