As soon as ever I learn where his grave is I shall assuredly make a pilgrimage to it." Mr R--- then asked me a good many questions about Spain, and a certain singular race of people about whom I have written a good deal.

Before going away he told me that a friend of his, of the name of J---, would call upon me, provided he thought I should not consider his doing so an intrusion.

"Let him come by all means," said I; "I shall never look upon a visit from a friend of yours in the light of an intrusion." In a few days came his friend, a fine tall athletic man of about forty.
"You are no Welshman," said I, as I looked at him.
"No," said he, "I am a native of Lincolnshire, but I have resided in Llangollen for thirteen years." "In what capacity ?" said I.
"In the wine-trade," said he.
"Instead of coming to Llangollen," said I, "and entering into the wine-trade, you should have gone to London, and enlisted into the Life Guards." "Well," said he, with a smile, "I had once or twice thought of doing so.
However, fate brought me to Llangollen, and I am not sorry that she did, for I have done very well here." I soon found out that he was a well-read and indeed highly accomplished man.

Like his friend R---, Mr J--- asked me a great many questions about Spain.

By degrees we got on the subject of Spanish literature.