morning, as the service would be three-quarters over before we got
there; if, however, you are disposed to go in the afternoon, we are
your people." Thereupon I returned to my dingle, where I passed
several hours in conning the Welsh Bible, which the preacher, Peter
Williams, had given me.

At last I gave over reading, took a slight refreshment, and was
about to emerge from the dingle, when I heard the voice of Mr.
Petulengro calling me. I went up again to the encampment, where I
found Mr. Petulengro, his wife, and Tawno Chikno, ready to proceed
to church. Mr. and Mrs. Petulengro were dressed in Roman fashion,
though not in the full-blown manner in which they had paid their
visit to Isopel and myself. Tawno had on a clean white slop, with
a nearly new black beaver, with very broad rims, and the nap
exceedingly long. As for myself, I was dressed in much the same
manner as that in which I departed from London, having on, in
honour of the day, a shirt perfectly clean, having washed one on
purpose for the occasion, with my own hands, the day before, in the
pond of tepid water in which the newts and defts were in the habit
of taking their pleasure. We proceeded for upwards of a mile, by
footpaths through meadows and corn-fields; we crossed various
stiles; at last, passing over one, we found ourselves in a road,
wending along which for a considerable distance, we at last came in
sight of a church, the bells of which had been tolling distinctly
in our ears for some time; before, however, we reached the church-
yard, the bells had ceased their melody. It was surrounded by
lofty beech-trees of brilliant green foliage. We entered the gate,
Mrs. Petulengro leading the way, and proceeded to a small door near
the east end of the church. As we advanced, the sound of singing
within the church rose upon our ears. Arrived at the small door,