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Isaidnothing，butIthoughttomyself：—"IwonderhowlongacuplikethiswouldhavebeensafeinacrazychestinacountrychurchinEngland。"
Ikissedthesacredrelicofoldtimeswithreverence，andreturnedittotheoldsexton。
"WhatbecameofthehornsofHuGadarn’sbull？"saidI，afterhehadlockedthecupagaininitsdilapidatedcoffer。
"Theydiddwindleaway，sir，tilltheycametonothing。"
"Didyoueverseeanypartofthem？"saidI。
"Ohno，sir；Ididneverseeanypartofthem，butoneveryoldmanwhoisburiedheredidtellmeshortlybeforehediedthathehadseenoneveryoldmanwhohadseenofdemonelittletip。"
"Whowastheoldmanwhosaidthattoyou？"saidI。
"Iwillshowyouhismonument，sir，"thentakingmeintoaduskypewhepointedtoasmallrudetabletagainstthechurchwallandsaid：—"Thatishismonument，sir。"
Thetabletborethefollowinginscription，andbelowitarudeenglynondeathnotworthtranscribing：—
CoffadwriaethamTHOMASJONES
Diweddaro’rDrawsLlwynynyPlwyfhwn：
BufarwChwefror6fed1830
Yn92oed。
TothememoryofTHOMASJONES
OfTrawsLlwyn（acrosstheGrove）inthisparishwhodiedFebruarythesixth，1830。
Aged92。
AftercopyingtheinscriptionIpresentedtheoldmanwithatrifleandwentmyway。
CHAPTERXCV
Lampeter—TheMonkAustin—TheThreePublicans—TheTombstone—
SuddenChange—Trampers—ACatholic—TheBridgeofTwrch。
THEcountrybetweenLlanDdewiandLampeterpresentednothingremarkable，andImetontheroadnothingworthyofbeingrecorded。
OnarrivingatLampeterItookaslightrefreshmentattheinn，andthenwenttoseethecollegewhichstandsalittlewaytothenorthofthetown。ItwasfoundedbyBishopBurgessintheyear1820，fortheeducationofyouthsintendedfortheministryoftheChurchofEngland。Itisaneatquadrateedificewithacourtyardinwhichstandsalargestonebasin。Fromthecourtyardyouenteraspaciousdining—hall，overthedoorofwhichhangsawell—executedportraitofthegoodbishop。Fromthehallyouascendbyahandsomestaircasetothelibrary，alargeandlightsomeroom，wellstoredwithbooksinvariouslanguages。ThegrandcuriosityisamanuscriptCodexcontainingaLatinsynopsisofScripturewhichoncebelongedtothemonksofBangorIsCoed。ItbearsmarksofbloodwithwhichitwassprinkledwhenthemonksweremassacredbytheheathenSaxons，attheinstigationofAustinthePope’smissionaryinBritain。Thenumberofstudentsseldomexceedsforty。
Itmightbeabouthalf—pasttwointheafternoonwhenIleftLampeter。Ipassedoverabridge，takingtheroadtoLlandoverywhich，however，Ihadnointentionofattemptingtoreachthatnight，asitwasconsiderablyupwardsoftwentymilesdistant。Theroadlay，seemingly，dueeast。AfterwalkingverybrisklyforaboutanhourIcametoaverysmallhamletconsistingofnotmorethansixorsevenhouses；ofthesethreeseemedtobepublic—
houses，astheyborelargeflamingsigns。Seeingthreerathershabby—lookingfellowsstandingchattingwiththeirhandsintheirpockets，IstoppedandinquiredinEnglishthenameoftheplace。
"Pen—something，"saidoneofthem，whohadaredfaceandalargecarbuncleonhisnose，whichservedtodistinguishhimfromhiscompanions，whothoughtheyhadbothveryrubicundfaceshadnocarbuncles。
"Itseemsratherasmallplacetomaintainthreepublic—houses，"
saidI；"howdothepublicansmanagetolive？"
"Oh，tolerablywell，sir；wegetbreadandcheeseandhaveagroatinourpockets。Nogreatreasontocomplain；havewe，neighbours？"
"No！nogreatreasontocomplain，"saidtheothertwo。
"Dearme！"saidI；"areyouthepublicans？"
"Weare，sir，"saidthemanwiththecarbuncleonhisnose，"andshallbeeachofusgladtotreatyoutoapintinhisownhouseinordertowelcomeyoutoShireCar—shan’twe，neighbours？"
"Yes，intruthweshall，"saidtheothertwo。
"ByShireCar，"saidI，"IsupposeyoumeanShireCardigan？"
"ShireCardigan！"saidtheman；"noindeed；byShireCarismeantCarmarthenshire。YourhonourhasleftbeggarlyCardigansomewaybehindyou。Come，yourhonour，comeandhaveapint；thisismyhouse，"saidhe，pointingtooneofthebuildings。
"But，"saidI，"IsupposeifIdrinkatyourexpenseyouexpecttodrinkatmine？"
"Why，wecan’tsaythatweshallhaveanyobjection，yourhonour；I
thinkwewillarrangethematterinthisway；wewillgointomyhouse，wherewewilleachofustreatyourhonourwithapint，andforeachpintwetreatyourhonourwithyourhonourshalltreatuswithone。"
"Doyoumeaneach？"saidI。
"Why，yes！yourhonour，forapintamongstthreewouldberatherashortallowance。"
"Thenitwouldcometothis，"saidI，"Ishouldreceivethreepintsfromyouthree，andyouthreewouldreceiveninefromme。"
"Justso，yourhonour，Iseeyourhonourisareadyreckoner。"
"Iknowhowmuchthreetimesthreemake，"saidI。"Well，thankyou，kindly，butImustdeclineyouroffer；Iamboundonajourney。"
"Whereareyouboundto，master？"
"ToLlandovery，butifIcanfindaninnafewmilesfartheronI
shallstopthereforthenight。"
"Thenyouwillputupatthe’PumpSaint，’master；well，youcanhaveyourthreepintshereandyourthreepipestoo，andyetgeteasilytherebyseven。Comein，master，comein！Ifyoutakemyadviceyouwillthinkofyourpintandyourpipeandletalltherestgotothedevil。"
"Thankyou，"saidI，"butIcan’tacceptyourinvitation，Imustbeoff；"andinspiteofyetmorepressingsolicitationsIwenton。
IhadnotgonefarwhenIcametoapointwheretheroadpartedintotwo；justatthepointwereahouseandpremisesbelongingapparentlytoastonemason，asagreatmanypiecesofhalf—cutgranitewerestandingabout，andnotafewtombstones。Istoppedandlookedatoneofthelatter。Itwastothememoryofsomebodywhodiedattheageofsixty—six，andatthebottomborethefollowingbitofpoetry：—
"Tiddaearoddaearystyriamewnbraw，Maidaeariddaearynfuanaddaw；
AddaearmewnddaearraidarosbobdarnNesdaearoddaeargyfrodirifarn。"
"ThouearthfromearthreflectwithanxiousmindThatearthtoearthmustquicklybeconsigned，AndearthinearthmustlieentrancedenthralledTillearthfromearthtojudgmentshallbecalled。"
"Whatconflictingopinionsthereareinthisworld，"saidI，afterIhadcopiedthequatrainandtranslatedit。"Thepublicanyondertellsmetothinkofmypintandpipeandleteverythingelsegotothedevil，andthetombstoneheretellsmetoreflectwithdread—
amuchfinerexpressionby—the—byethanreflectwithanxiousmind，asIhavegotit—thatinaverylittletimeImustdie，andlieinthegroundtillIamcalledtojudgment。Now，whichismostright，thetombstoneorthepublican？Why，Ishouldsaythetombstonedecidedly。Thepublicanistoosweepingwhenhetellsyoutothinkofyourpintandpipeandnothingelse。Apintandpipearegoodthings。Idon’tsmokemyself，butIdaresayapipeisagoodthingforthemwholikeit，buttherearecertainlythingsworthbeingthoughtofinthisworldbesidesapintandpipe—hillsanddales，woodsandrivers，forexample—deathandjudgmenttooareworthynowandthenofveryseriousthought。Soitwon’tdotogowiththepublicanthewholehog。Butwithrespecttothetombstone，itisquitesafeandrighttogowithititswholelength。Ittellsyoutothinkofdeathandjudgment—
andassuredlyweoughttoofthem。Itdoesnot，however，tellyoutothinkofnothingbutdeathandjudgmentandtoescheweveryinnocentpleasurewithinyourreach。Ifitdiditwouldbeatombstonequiteassweepinginwhatitsaysasthepublican，whotellsyoutothinkofyourpintandpipeandleteverythingelsegotothedevil。Thewisestcourseevidentlyistoblendthewholeofthephilosophyofthetombstonewithaportionofthephilosophyofthepublicanandsomethingmore，toenjoyone’spintandpipeandotherinnocentpleasures，andtothinkeverynowandthenofdeathandjudgmen
