Only think, Mr, of a ship now-a-days being thirty weeks on the passage from the Thames to the Delaware river; how he learnt the English language on the voyage; how he and his companions nearly perished with hunger in the wild wood after they landed; how Pensilvania city was built; how he became a farmer and married a Welsh woman, the widow of a Welshman from shire Denbigh, by whom he had the writer and several other children; how the father used to talk to his children about his native region and the places round about Bala, and fill their breasts with longing for the land of their fathers; and finally how the old man died leaving his children and their mother in prosperous circumstances.

It is a wonderful letter, Mr, all written in the pure old Welsh language." "I say, Mr, you are a cute one and know a thing or two.

I suppose Welsh was the first language you learnt, like myself ?" "No, it wasn't--I like to speak the truth--never took to either speaking or reading the Welsh language till I was past sixteen." "'Stonishing! but see the force of blood at last.

In any line of business ?" "No, Mr, can't say I am." "Have money in your pocket, and travel for pleasure.

Come to see father's land." "Come to see old Wales.