luxuriously upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady
groves, made fruitful by meandering brooks."

"I am much obliged to you, master," replied the goat; "perhaps you
mean well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours,
whom I do not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your
leave, I prefer staying where I am."




THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.

In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute
for a farmer's son. He got L80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His
mother was loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she
followed him from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would
not hear of it. "Mother," he said, "the whole of Anglesey would not
keep me, I want to be off, and see the world."

The regiment was quartered in Edinboro', and Hughes married the
daughter of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a
small son, as hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and
Hughes and his wife were billeted on a pork-butcher's family in
Dublin. One day, the mother of the pork-butcher, an old granny, told
them she had seen the fairies.

"Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in,
and afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my
bed, and they played and sang music--oh! the sweetest music ever I