Where maids are trained in virtue's school,
Where duteous wives spin dainty wool;
A country with each gift supplied,
Confronting Cornwall's cliffs of pride."

Came to Llanguick, a hamlet situated near a tremendous gorge, the sides
of which were covered with wood. Thence to the village of Tawy Bridge,
at the bottom of a beautiful valley, through which runs the Tawy, which,
after the Taf, is the most considerable river in Glamorganshire.
Continuing my course, I passed by an enormous edifice which stood on my
right hand. It had huge chimneys, which were casting forth smoke, and
from within I heard the noise of a steam-engine and the roar of furnaces.

"What place is this?" said, I to a boy.

"Gwaith haiarn, sir; ym perthyn i Mr Pearson. Mr Pearson's iron works,
sir."

I proceeded, and in about half-an-hour saw a man walking before me in the
same direction in which I was. He was going very briskly, but I soon
came up to him. He was a small, well-made fellow, with reddish hair and
ruddy, determined countenance, somewhat tanned. He wore a straw hat,
checkered shirt, open at the neck, canvas trousers and blue jacket. On
his feet were shoes remarkably thin, but no stockings, and in his hand he
held a stout stick, with which, just before I overtook him, he struck a
round stone which lay on the ground, sending it flying at least fifty
yards before him on the road, and following it in its flight with a wild
and somewhat startling halloo.

"Good-day, my friend," said I; "you seem to be able to use a stick."

"And sure I ought to be, your honour, seeing as how my father taught me,
who was the best fighting man with a stick that the Shanavests ever had.
Many is the head of a Caravaut that he has broken with some such an
Alpeen wattle as the one I am carrying with me here."

"A good thing," said I, "that there are no Old Waist-coats and Cravats at
present, at least bloody factions bearing those names."

"Your honour thinks so! Faith! I am clane of a contrary opinion. I
wish the ould Shanavests and Caravauts were fighting still, and I among
them. Faith! there was some life in Ireland in their days."

"And plenty of death too," said I. "How fortunate it is that the Irish
have the English among them to prevent their cutting each other's
throats."

"The English prevent the Irish from cutting each other's throats! Well,
if they do, it is only that they may have the pleasure of cutting them
themselve