outh. At the conclusion of the sermon or
discourse, the whole assembly again shook Peter by the hand, and returned
to their house, the mistress of the family saying, as she departed: "I
shall soon be back, Peter, I go but to make arrangements for the supper
of thyself and company"; and, in effect, she presently returned, attended
by a young woman, who bore a tray in her hands. "Set it down, Jessy,"
said the mistress to the girl, "and then betake thyself to thy rest; I
shall remain here for a little time to talk with my friends." The girl
departed, and the preacher and the two females placed themselves on the
ground about the tray. The man gave thanks, and himself and his wife
appeared to be about to eat, when the latter suddenly placed her hand
upon his arm, and said something to him in a low voice, whereupon he
exclaimed, "Ay, truly, we were both forgetful"; and then getting up, he
came towards me, who stood a little way off, leaning against the wheel of
my cart; and, taking me by the hand, he said: "Pardon us, young man, we
were both so engaged in our own creature-comforts that we forgot thee,
but it is not too late to repair our fault; wilt thou not join us, and
taste our bread and milk?" "I cannot eat," I replied, "but I think I
could drink a little milk;" whereupon he led me to the rest, and seating
me by his side, he poured some milk into a horn cup, saying:
"'_Croesaw_'. That," added he with a smile, "is Welsh for welcome."

The fare upon the tray was of the simplest description, consisting of
bread, cheese, milk and curds. My two friends partook with a good
appetite. "Mary," said the preacher, addressing himself to the woman of
the house, "every time I come to visit thee, I find thee less inclined to
speak Welsh. I suppose, in a little time, thou wilt entirely have
forgotten it; hast thou taught it to any of thy children?" "The two
eldest understand a few words," said the woman, "but my husband does not
wish them to learn it; he says sometimes, jocularly, that though it
pleased him to marry a Welsh wife, it does not please him to have Welsh
children. 'Who,' I have heard him say, 'would be a Welshman, if he could
be an Englishman?'" "I for one," said the preacher, somewhat hastily;
"not to be king of all England would I give up my birthright as a
Welshman. Your husband is an excellent person, Mary, but I am afraid he
is somewhat prejudiced." "You do him justice, Peter, in saying that he
is an excelle