’Well，Ihopeyouwillcomewithus，’saidPeter。
’Comewithus，youngman，’saidWinifred；’letme，ontheothersideofthebrook，welcomeyouintoWales。’
’Thankyouboth，’saidI，’butIwillnotcome。’
’Wherefore？’exclaimedboth，simultaneously。
’BecauseitisneitherfitnorproperthatIcrossintoWalesatthistime，andinthismanner。WhenIgointoWales，Ishouldwishtogoinanewsuitofsuperfineblack，withhatandbeaver，mountedonapowerfulsteed，blackandglossy，likethatwhichboreGreduvtothefightofCatraeth。Ishouldwish，moreover，toseetheWelshmenassembledontheborderreadytowelcomemewithpipeandfiddle，andmuchwhoopingandshouting，andtoattendmetoWrexham，orevenasfarasMachynllaith，whereIshouldwishtobeinvitedtoadinneratwhichallthebardsshouldbepresent，andtobeseatedattherighthandofthepresident，who，whentheclothwasremoved，shouldarise，and，amidstcriesofsilence，exclaim-“BrethrenandWelshmen，allowmetoproposethehealthofmymostrespectablefriendthetranslatoroftheodesofthegreatAbGwilym，theprideandgloryofWales。“’