He showed me the Welsh Church Bible, and at my request read a few verses from the sacred volume.

He seemed a highly intelligent man.

I gave him something, which appeared to be more than he expected, and departed, after inquiring of him the road to Llangollen.
I crossed a bridge, for there is a bridge and a stream too at Wrexham.
The road at first bore due west, but speedily took a southerly direction.
I moved rapidly over an undulating country; a region of hills, or rather of mountains lay on my right hand.

At the entrance of a small village a poor, sickly-looking woman asked me for charity.
"Are you Welsh or English ?" said I.
"Welsh," she replied; "but I speak both languages, as do all the people here." I gave her a halfpenny; she wished me luck, and I proceeded.

I passed some huge black buildings which a man told me were collieries, and several carts laden with coal, and soon came to Rhiwabon--a large village about half way between Wrexham and Llangollen.