ght hand of the president,
who, when the cloth was removed, should arise, and, amidst cries of
silence, exclaim--'Brethren and Welshmen, allow me to propose the health
of my most respectable friend the translator of the odes of the great Ab
Gwilym, the pride and glory of Wales'."

"How!" said Peter; "hast thou translated the works of the mighty Dafydd?"

"With notes critical, historical and explanatory."

"Come with us, friend," said Peter. "I cannot promise such a dinner as
thou wishest, but neither pipe nor fiddle shall be wanting."

"Come with us, young man," said Winifred, "even as thou art, and the
daughters of Wales shall bid thee welcome."

"I will not go with you," said I. "Dost thou see that man in the ford?"

"Who is staring at us so, and whose horse has not yet done drinking? Of
course I see him."

"I shall turn back with him. God bless you!"

"Go back with him not," said Peter, "he is one of those whom I like not,
one of the clibberty-clabber, as Master Ellis Wyn observes--turn not with
that man."

"Go not back with him," said Winifred. "If thou goest with that man,
thou wilt soon forget all our profitable counsels; come with us."

"I cannot; I have much to say to him. Kosko Divvus, Mr. Petulengro."

"Kosko Divvus, Pal," said Mr. Petulengro, riding through the water; "are
you turning back?"

I turned back with Mr. Petulengro.

Peter came running after me: "One moment, young man, who and what are
you?"

"I must answer in the words of Taliesin," said I; "none can say with
positiveness whether I be fish or flesh, least of all myself. God bless
you both!"

"Take this," said Peter; and he thrust his Welsh Bible into my hand.

CHAPTER LXXXI.

So I turned back with Mr. Petulengro. We travelled for some time in
silence; at last we fell into discourse. "You have been in Wales, Mr.
Petulengro?"

"Ay, truly, brother."

"What have you been doing there?"

"Assisting at a funeral."

"At whose funeral?"

"Mrs. Hearne's, brother."

"Is she dead, then?"

"As a nail, brother."

"How did she die?"

"By hanging, brother."

"I am lost in astonishment," said I; whereupon Mr. Petulengro, lifting
his sinister leg over the neck of his steed, and adjusting himself
sideways in the saddle, replied with great deliberation:--

"Two days ago, I happened to be at a fair not very far from here; I was
all alone by myself, for our party were upwards of forty miles off, when
who should come