denial。
  After　drinking　some　tolerably　good　ale　in　the　public　house　I　again
  started。　　As　I　left　the　village　a　clock　struck　eight。　　The　evening
  was　delightfully　cool；　but　it　soon　became　nearly　dark。　　I　passed
  under　high　rocks；　by　houses　and　by　groves；　in　which　nightingales
  were　singing；　to　listen　to　whose　entrancing　melody　I　more　than　once
  stopped。　　On　coming　to　a　town；　lighted　up　and　thronged　with　people；
  I　asked　one　of　a　group　of　young　fellows　its　name。
  〃Bethesda；〃　he　replied。
  〃A　scriptural　name；〃　said　I。
  〃Is　it？〃　said　he；　〃well；　if　its　name　is　scriptural　the　manners　of
  its　people　are　by　no　means　so。〃
  A　little　way　beyond　the　town　a　man　came　out　of　a　cottage　and　walked
  beside　me。　　He　had　a　basket　in　his　hand。　　I　quickened　my　pace；　but
  he　was　a　tremendous　walker；　and　kept　up　with　me。　　On　we　went　side
  by　side　for　more　than　a　mile　without　speaking　a　word。　　At　length；
  putting　out　my　legs　in　genuine　Barclay　fashion；　I　got　before　him
  about　ten　yards；　then　turning　round　laughed　and　spoke　to　him　in
  English。　　He　too　laughed　and　spoke；　but　in　Welsh。　　We　now　went　on
  like　brothers；　conversing；　but　always　walking　at　great　speed。　　I
  learned　from　him　that　he　was　a　market…gardener　living　at　Bangor；
  and　that　Bangor　was　three　miles　off。　　On　the　stars　shining　out　we
  began　to　talk　about　them。
  Pointing　to　Charles's　Wain　I　said；　〃A　good　star　for　travellers。〃
  Whereupon　pointing　to　the　North　star；　he　said：
  〃I　forwyr　da　iawn　…　a　good　star　for　mariners。〃
  We　passed　a　large　house　on　our　left。
  〃Who　lives　there？〃　said　I。
  〃Mr　Smith；〃　he　replied。　　〃It　is　called　Plas　Newydd；　milltir　genom
  etto　…　we　have　yet　another　mile。〃
  In　ten　minutes　we　were　at　Bangor。　　I　asked　him　where　the　Albion
  Hotel　was。
  〃I　will　show　it　you；〃　said　he；　and　so　he　did。
  As　we　came　under　it　I　heard　the　voice　of　my　wife；　for　she；　standing
  on　a　balcony　and　distinguishing　me　by　the　lamplight；　called　out。　　I
  shook　hands　with　the　kind　six…mile…an…hour　market…gardener；　and
  going　into　the　inn　found　my　wife　and　daughter；　who　rejoiced　to　see
  me。　　We　presently　had　tea。
  CHAPTER　XXVII
  Bangor　…　Edmund　Price　…　The　Bridges　…　Bookselling　…　Future　Pope　…
  Wild　Irish　…　Southey。
  BANGOR　is　seated　on　the　spurs　of　certain　high　hills　near　the　Menai；
  a　strait　separating　Mona　or　Anglesey　from　Caernarvonshire。　　It　was
  once　a　place　of　Druidical　worship；　of　which　fact；　even　without　the
  testimony　of　history　and　tradition；　the　name　which　signifies　〃upper
  circle〃　would　be　sufficient　evidence。　　On　the　decay　of　Druidism　a
  town　sprang　up　on　the　site　and　in　the　neighbourhood　of　the　〃upper
  circle；〃　in　which　in　the　sixth　century　a　convent　or　university　was
  founded　by　Deiniol；　who　eventually　became　Bishop　of　Bangor。　　This
  Deiniol　was　the　son　of　Deiniol　Vawr；　a　zealous　Christian　prince　who
  founded　the　convent　of　Bangor　Is　Coed；　or　Bangor　beneath　the　wood
  in　Flintshire；　which　was　destroyed；　and　its　inmates　almost　to　a　man
  put　to　the　sword　by　Ethelbert；　a　Saxon　king；　and　his　barbarian
  followers　at　the　instigation　of　the　monk　Austin；　who　hated　the
  brethren　because　they　refused　to　acknowledge　the　authority　of　the
  Pope；　whose　delegate　he　was　in　Britain。　　There　were　in　all　three
  Bangors；　the　one　at　Is　Coed；　another　in　Powis；　and　this
  Caernarvonshire　Bangor；　which　was　generally　termed　Bangor　Vawr　or
  Bangor　the　great。　　The　two　first　Bangors　have　fallen　into　utter
  decay；　but　Bangor　Vawr　is　still　a　bishop's　see；　boasts　of　a　small
  but　venerable　cathedral；　and　contains　a　population　of　above　eight
  thousand　souls。
  Two　very　remarkable　men　have　at　different　periods　conferred　a　kind
  of　lustre　upon　Bangor　by　residing　in　it；　Taliesin　in　the　old；　and
  Edmund　Price　in　comparatively　modern　time。　　Both　of　them　were
  poets。　　Taliesin　flourished　about　the　end　of　the　fifth　century；　and
  for　the　sublimity　of　his　verses　was　for　many　centuries　called　by
  his　countrymen　the　Bardic　King。　　Amongst　his　pieces　is　one
  generally　termed　〃The　Prophecy　of　Taliesin；〃　which　announced　long
  before　it　happened　the　entire　subjugation　of　Britain　by　the　Saxons；
  and　which　is　perhaps　one　of　the　most　stirring　pieces　of　poetry　ever
  produced。　　Edmund　Price　flourished　during　the　time　of　Elizabeth。
  He　was　archdeacon　of　Merionethshire；　but　occasionally　resided　at
  Bangor　for　the　benefit　of　his　health。　　Besides　being　one　of　the
  best　Welsh　poets　of　his　age　he　was　a　man　of　extraordinary　learning；
  possessing　a　thorough　knowledge　of　no　less　than　eight　languages。
  The　greater　part　of　his　compositions；　however　clever　and　elegant；
  are；　it　must　be　confessed；　such　as　do　little　credit　to　the　pen　of
  an　ecclesiastic；　being　bitter　poignant　satires；　which　were　the
  cause　of　much　pain　and　misery　to　individuals；　one　of　his　works；
  however；　is　not　only　of　a　kind　quite　consistent　with　his　sacred
  calling；　but　has　been　a　source　of　considerable　blessing。　　To　him
  the　Cambrian　Church　is　indebted　for　the　version　of　the　Psalms；
  which　for　the　last　two　centuries　it　has　been　in　the　habit　of　using。
  Previous　to　the　version　of　the　Archdeacon　a　translation　of　the
  Psalms　had　been　made　into　Welsh　by　William　Middleton；　an　officer　in
  the　naval　service　of　Queen　Elizabeth；　in　the　four…and…twenty
  alliterative　measures　of　the　ancients　bards。　　It　was　elegant　and
  even　faithful；　but　far　beyond　the　comprehension　of　people　in
  general；　and　consequently　by　no　means　fitted　for　the　use　of
  churches；　though　intended　for　that　purpose　by　the　author；　a　sincere
  Christian；　though　a　warrior。　　Avoiding　the　error　into　which　his
  predecessor　had　fallen；　the　Archdeacon　made　use　of　a　measure
  intelligible　to　people　of　every　degree；　in　which　alliteration　is
  not　observed；　and　which　is　called　by　the　Welsh　y　mesur　cyffredin；
  or　the　common　measure。　　His　opinion　of　the　four…and…twenty　measures
  the　Archdeacon　has　given　to　the　world　in　four　cowydd　lines　to　the
  following　effect：
  〃I've　read　the　master…pieces　great
  Of　languages　no　less　than　eight；
  But　ne'er　have　found　a　woof　of　song
  So　strict　as　that　of　Cambria's　tongue。〃
  After　breakfast　on　the　morning　subsequent　to　my　arrival；　Henrietta
  and　I　roamed　about　the　town；　and　then　proceeded　to　view　the　bridges
  which　lead　over　the　strait　to　Anglesey。　　One；　for　common　traffic；
  is　a　most　beautiful　suspension　bridge　completed　in　1820；　the　result
  of　the　mental　and　manual　labours　of　the　ingenious　Telford；　the
  other　is　a　tubular　railroad　bridge；　a　wonderful　structure；　no
  doubt；　but　anything　but　graceful。　　We　remained　for　some　time　on　the
  first　bridge；　admiring　the　scenery；　and　were　not　a　little
  delighted；　as　we　stood　leaning　over　the　principal　arch；　to　see　a
  proud　vessel　pass　beneath　us　in　full　sail。
  Satiated　with　gazing　we　passed　into　Anglesey；　and　making　our　way　to
  the　tubular　bridge；　which　is　to　the　west　of　the　suspension　one；
  entered　one　of　its　passages　and　returned　to　the　main　land。
  The　air　was　exceedingly　hot　and　sultry；　and　on　coming　to　a　stone
  bench；　beneath　a　shady　wall；　we　both　sat　down；　panting；　on　one　end
  of　it；　as　we　were　resting　ourselves；　a　shabby…looking　man　with　a
  bundle　of　books　came　and　seated　himself　at　the　other　end；　placing
  his　bundle　beside　him；　then　taking　out　from　his　pocket　a　dirty　red
  handkerchief；　he　wiped　his　face；　which　was　bathed　in　perspiration；
  and　ejaculated：　　〃By　Jasus；　it　is　blazing　hot！〃
  〃Very　hot；　my　friend；〃　said　I；　〃have　you　travelled　far　to…day？〃
  〃I　have　not；　your　hanner；　I　have　been　just　walking　about　the　dirty
  town　trying　to　sell　my　books。〃
  〃Have　you　been　successful？〃
  〃I　have　not；　your　hanner；　only　three　pence　have　I　taken　this
  blessed　day。〃
  〃What　do　your　books　treat　of？〃
  〃Why；　that　is　more　than　I　can　tell　your　hanner；　my　trade　is　to　sell
  the　books　not　to　read　them。　　Would　your　hanner　like　to　look　at
  them？〃
  〃Oh　dear　no；〃　said　I；　〃I　have　long　been　tired　of　books；　I　have　had
  enough　of　them。〃
  〃I　daresay；　your　hanner；　from　the　state　of　your　hanner's　eyes　I
  should　say　as　much；　they　look　so　weak　…　picking　up　learning　has
  ruined　your　hanner's　sight。〃
  〃May　I　ask；〃　said　I；　〃from　what　country　you　are？〃
  〃Sure　your　hanner　may；　and　it　is　a　civil　answer　you　will　get　from
  Michael　Sullivan。　　It　is　from　ould　Ireland　I　am；　from　Castlebar　in
  the　county　Mayo。〃
  〃And　how　came　you　into　Wales？〃
  〃From　the　hope　of　bettering　my　condition；　your　hanner；　and　a
  foolish　hope　it　was。〃
  〃You　have　not　bettered　your　condition；　then？〃
  〃I　have　not；　your　hanner；　for　I　suffer　quite　as　much　hunger　and
  thirst　as　ever　I　did　in　ould　Ireland。〃
  〃Did　you　sell　books　in　Ireland？〃
  〃I　did　nat；　yer　hanner；　I　made　buttons　and　clothes　…　that　is　I
  pieced　them。　　I　was　several　trades　in　ould　Ireland；　your　hanner；
  but　none　of　them　answering；　I　came　over　here。〃
  〃Where　you　commenced　book…selling？〃　said　I。
  〃I　did　nat；　your　hanner。　　I　first　sold　laces；　and　then　I　sold
  loocifers；　and　then　something　else；　I　have　followed　several　trades
  in　Wales；　your　hanner；　at　last　I　got　into　the　book…selling　trade；
  in　which　I　now　am。〃
  〃And　it　answers；　I　suppose；　as　badly　as　the　others？〃
  〃Just　as　badly；　your　hanner；　divil　a　bit　better。〃
  〃I　suppose　you　never　beg？〃
  〃Your　hanner　may　say　that；　I　was　always　too