nt person," said the woman; "as to being prejudiced, I
scarcely know what to say, but he thinks that two languages in the same
kingdom are almost as bad as two kings." "That's no bad observation,"
said the preacher, "and it is generally the case; yet, thank God, the
Welsh and English go on very well, side by side, and I hope will do so
till the Almighty calls all men to their long account." "They jog on
very well now," said the woman; "but I have heard my husband say that it
was not always so, and that the Welsh, in old times, were a violent and
ferocious people, for that once they hanged the mayor of Chester." "Ha,
ha!" said the preacher, and his eyes flashed in the moonlight; "he told
you that, did he?" "Yes," said Mary; "once, when the mayor of Chester,
with some of his people, was present at one of the fairs over the border,
a quarrel arose between the Welsh and English, and the Welsh beat the
English and hanged the mayor." "Your husband is a clever man," said
Peter, "and knows a great deal; did he tell you the name of the leader of
the Welsh? No? then I will: the leader of the Welsh on that occasion was
---. He was a powerful chieftain, and there was an old feud between him
and the men of Chester. Afterwards, when two hundred of the men of
Chester invaded his country to take revenge for their mayor, he enticed
them into a tower, set fire to it, and burnt them all. That --- was a
very fine, noble--God forgive me, what was I about to say!--a very bad,
violent man; but, Mary, this is very carnal and unprofitable
conversation, and in holding it we set a very bad example to the young
man here--let us change the subject."

They then began to talk on religious matters. At length Mary departed to
her abode, and the preacher and his wife retired to their tilted cart.

"Poor fellow, he seems to be almost brutally ignorant," said Peter,
addressing his wife in their native language, after they had bidden me
farewell for the night.

"I am afraid he is," said Winifred; "yet my heart warms to the poor lad,
he seems so forlorn."

CHAPTER LXXIII.

I slept soundly during that night, partly owing to the influence of the
opiate. Early in the morning I was awakened by the voices of Peter and
his wife, who were singing a morning hymn in their own language. Both
subsequently prayed long and fervently. I lay still till their devotions
were completed, and then left my tent. "Good-morning," said Peter, "how
dost tho