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128 AMONG THE WELSH. By CHARLES W. Woop, F.R.G.S., AUTHOR oF ** THROUGH HOLLAND,” “THE CRUISE OF THE RESERVE SQUADRON,” &C. me Ps. train that brings you to Chester will also take you from it: and one morning I said goodbye to the fair city with its AOR Nee «cient houses and walls, its rat V7 dh Ms jittom e " SL | a : ° : : OOo. Pipe ecclesiastical atmosphere, and went my way to North Wales. You very soon pass the boundary line between the two countries, and find yourself in Wales, though not in the centre of all its beauties. The train entered a good deal of flat country. ‘There were hills to be seen, but too far off to in- fluence the landscape. And pre- sently, making way, though not at express speed, we stopped at Flint, ——: in the midst of a veritable black oe ge ei e Soe SE country. High chimneys sent forth volumes of smoke. ‘The inevitable rows of small houses with dull slate roofs, that are so depressing, were of course there. A great trade seemed going on, and there were signs and sounds of activity without number. It was certainly good to think that all this rush and roar were so many tokens of prosperity, representing homes of peace and plenty to the frugal and industrious workman ; but it was also good to feel that there was a world, and a very different world, beyond, and that in Flint we were to have no resting-place. So passed away the smoky regions of Flint, with their ancient historical castle on the right, which, however romantic in itself, failed to make up for the want of romance about the town. We were soon revelling in an unclouded, unsmoked atmosphere, the sea on the right, fields on the left, and a range of undulating, fertile hills. It is one of the pleasant features of Welsh travelling that the train so often either skirts the broad and open sea, or that you catch lovely flashes of itin the distance. Now, it almost washes up to the very carriages, and you trace a white foamy line the whole length of some curved and exquisite bay, ebbing and flowing upon the dazzling sand with the soothing swish-swash that may be heard above the rattle of the COMMICOOOKS EO)