“And I said, if there’s peace to be found in the world,
The heart that is humble might hope for it here.”
“And here will I take up my quarters for the night. A glass of gin and water, cold and weak, if you please, Mrs. —, for I am thirsty. Very good, indeed;—now, a sheet of paper, to take down my notes of the day’s ramble. Very good again, Mrs. —, and now if you have good beds you may get us a lamb chop, with some tea, etc. etc. and leave us to enjoy this lovely prospect.”
“No beds, I am sorry to say.”
“No beds, Mrs. —!”
“No, sir, I hope to get some by next summer.”
“Why then, Mrs. —, I am afraid we shall have to proceed to the village. How far is Llangollen from this?”
“Six miles, sir.”
“And it is now—”
“Then bring in two screeching hot tumblers of punch, there’s a good lady, and