had passed; but J-n, the Cocles of our party, disdaining flight, put himself at our head, and boldly leading us by the formidable groupe, lodged us safely in the Angel inn.

Your's, &c.

R. W.

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tion, by those who have heretofore interested us in any degree, is a very exalted species of gratification; and can only be exceeded by the pleasure that arises from a conviction of having deserved those tributes of regard. The former satisfaction. I have expe

rienced more than once, during this second trip into Wales, and been greeted with a warmth by some friends of the last year, that convinced me, I held a flattering place in their remembrance.

I am led to these observations by an adventure that occurred to-day, to my companion. J-n, which implicates also a worthy character, with whom you are already acquainted, honest Robert Lewis, who entertained C]] and myself last year with so much hospitality and kindness at his little retreat under the hill.*

Having once before travelled the turnpikeroad from Brecon to Builth, I (unfortunately, as you will presently see) resolved to take the old way over the mountains, in order to vary, in some measure, the walk of the day. Cl and I, therefore, struck to the right on leaving Brecon, while J-n, in order to see some pleasing features of the scenery, continued along the carriage-road. On our meeting again at the distance of fourteen' miles from where we had separated, he told us, that after an hour's walk, he had been passed by a man on a small Welsh poney, who was riding very

* Walk through Wales, part i. p. 45.

smartly towards Brecon. A few seconds afterwards, he heard himself hailed by the traveller, and turning round, the following conversation passed between them:

Stranger. "I beg pardon, sir, for stopping you on your way, and should not have taken "the liberty of doing so, if I hadn't seen in a

moment, from your good-humoured jolly "countenance, that you would not take offence

"at it."

Jn.

None at all, my friend.'

Stranger. "I fancy, sir, by your knapsack "and staff, that you are walking through our

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country."

Stranger. Aye, well, for that matter, every "one to his mind; though I confess I wouldn't part with little old dobbin, who has carried me for fifteen years, for the best pair of legs "in all Brecnockshire. But pray, sir, are you from Bath?".

'Yes.'

Stranger. "Do you know Mr. Warner?" 7. Intimately.'

Stranger, (eagerly.) "Is he of your party, sir? J-n. Yes, but gone to Builth by the

old road."