y to keep to the national
costume; so they had high-crowned black beaver hats, scarlet cloaks with
hoods, striped linsey frocks, and woollen aprons. They carried a due
amount of little flags with appropriate mottoes, and some few of the
Glanyravon musicians formed a band for the occasion, and played
cheerily, 'The March of the Men of Harlech.'

Mr Prothero and his son Owen headed the tenantry, and carried between
them a magnificent banner, fashioned at the farm, bearing as motto,
'Prosperity to Glanyravon.' Others followed with appropriate Welsh
mottoes. And one was conspicuous as containing the sentiment, 'Long live
our Vicar and his Lady.'

A large tent was erected in front of the house, ornamented with flowers,
wreaths of evergreens, devices, and mottoes. The most conspicuous of
these was in Welsh, and above Mr Gwynne's seat at the head of the long
table. It was composed of wheat-ears and oak-leaves, and contained the
words, 'May God bless Gwynne of Glanyravon and his daughter.' Mr Gwynne
felt almost uncomfortable in seating himself beneath such a sentence,
but having consented for the first time in his life, and, he earnestly
hoped, for the last, to become a hero, he knew he must go through with
it. Accordingly, with Colonel Vaughan on his left, and Lady Mary Nugent
on his right hand he prepared to do the honours of a most substantial
feast to his tenantry, their wives and children. When every one was
seated Rowland said grace, and they began the feast _con amore_. They
were as merry and happy a party as could be assembled on a fine autumn
day. Every one was in good humour, and thoroughly enjoyed the treat. As
soon as they had feasted enough, they proceeded to give toasts, which
were enthusiastically drunk in good Welsh ale.

Mr Gwynne proposed the health of the Queen and royal family. Sir Hugh
proposed Mr Gwynne and his daughter, the kind and liberal donors of the
feast, in a hearty speech, which all understood. Mr Gwynne did his best
to return thanks, but found that he could not get much beyond,--'I feel
most grateful for the honour you have done me, but--my
feelings--been--and--and--all that sort of thing,' at which point the
cheers grew so deafening that he sat down quite overwhelmed, and wished
himself in his library.

'So very exciting, so complimentary, so touching,' whispered Lady Mary
Nugent to Mr Gwynne.

Rowland was again called upon to exert his eloquence in responding for
the Church, which he did