I wasn't talking of them, but of the clebberest man the world ever saw.

Did you never hear of Owen Tiddir?
If you didn't, where did you get your education ?" "I have heard of Owen Tudor," said I, "but never understood that he was particularly clever; handsome he undoubtedly was--but clever--" "How not clebber ?" interrupted Mr Bos.

"If he wasn't clebber, who was clebber?
Didn't he marry a great queen, and was not Harry the Eighth his great grandson ?" "Really," said I, "you know a great deal of history." "I should hope I do," said Mr Bos.

"Oh, I wasn't at school at Blewmaris for six months for nothing; and I haven't been in Northampton, and in every town in England, without learning something of history.

With regard to history I may say that few--Won't you drink ?" said he, patronizingly, as he pushed a jug of ale which stood before him on a little table towards me.
Begging politely to be excused on the plea that I was just about to take tea, I asked him in what capacity he had travelled all over England.
"As a drover to be sure," said Mr Bos, "and I may say that there are not many in Anglesey better known in England than myself--at any rate I may say that there is not a public-house between here and Worcester at which I am not known." "Pray excuse me," said I, "but is not droving rather a low-lifed occupation ?" "Not half so much as pig-jobbing," said Bos, "and that that's your trade I am certain, or you would never have gone to Llanfair." "I am no pig-jobber," said I, "and when I asked you that question about droving, I merely did so because one Ellis Wynn, in a book he wrote, gives the drovers a very bad character, and puts them in Hell for their mal-practices." "Oh, he does," said Mr Bos, "well, the next time I meet him at Corwen I'll crack his head for saying so.