I asked her in English who she was, but she made no answer, whereupon the old woman told me that she was her daughter and had no English.

I then asked her in Welsh what was the matter with her, she replied that she had the cryd or ague.

The old woman now brought me a glass of milk, and said in the Welsh language that she hoped I should like it.

What further conversation we had was in the Cambrian tongue.

I asked the name of the dog, who was now fondling upon me, and was told that his name was Pharaoh.