Yet MacIntyre, for such was his name, was like myself an admirer of good ale, to say nothing of whiskey, and loved to indulge in it at a proper time and place.

But there is a time and place for everything, and sometimes the warmest admirer of ale would prefer the lymph of the hill-side fountain to the choicest ale that ever foamed in tankard from the cellars of Holkham.

Here are the lines most faithfully rendered:-- "The wild wine of nature, Honey-like in its taste, The genial, fair, thin element Filtering through the sands, Which is sweeter than cinnamon, And is well known to us hunters.
O, that eternal, healing draught, Which comes from under the earth, Which contains abundance of good And costs no money!" Returning to the hotel I satisfied my guide and dined.

After dinner I trifled agreeably with my brandy-and-water till it was near seven o'clock, when I paid my bill, thought of the waiter and did not forget Father Boots.

I then took my departure, receiving and returning bows, and walking to the station got into a first-class carriage and soon found myself at Bangor..