CHAPTER XXV.
Lacing-up High-lows--The Native Village--Game Leg--Croppies Lie Down--Keeping Faith--Processions--Croppies Get Up--Daniel O'Connell.
I slept in the chamber communicating with the room in which I had dined.
The chamber was spacious and airy, the bed first-rate, and myself rather tired, so that no one will be surprised when I say that I had excellent rest.

I got up, and after dressing myself went down.

The morning was exceedingly brilliant.

Going out I saw the Italian lacing up his high-lows against a step.

I saluted him, and asked him if he was about to depart.
"Yes, signore; I shall presently start for Denbigh." "After breakfast I shall start for Bangor," said I.
"Do you propose to reach Bangor to-night, signore ?" "Yes," said I.
"Walking, signore ?" "Yes," said I; "I always walk in Wales." "Then you will have rather a long walk, signore; for Bangor is thirty-four miles from here." I asked him if he was married.
"No, signore; but my brother in Liverpool is." "To an Italian ?" "No, signore; to a Welsh girl." "And I suppose," said I, "you will follow his example by marrying one; perhaps that good-looking girl the landlady's daughter we were seated with last night ?" "No, signore; I shall not follow my brother's example.