CHAPTER IX.
The Dinner--English Foibles--Pengwern--The Yew-Tree--Carn-Lleidyr--Applications of a Term.
For dinner we had salmon and leg of mutton; the salmon from the Dee, the leg from the neighbouring Berwyn.

The salmon was good enough, but I had eaten better; and here it will not be amiss to say, that the best salmon in the world is caught in the Suir, a river that flows past the beautiful town of Clonmel in Ireland.

As for the leg of mutton it was truly wonderful; nothing so good had I ever tasted in the shape of a leg of mutton.

The leg of mutton of Wales beats the leg of mutton of any other country, and I had never tasted a Welsh leg of mutton before.

Certainly I shall never forget that first Welsh leg of mutton which I tasted, rich but delicate, replete with juices derived from the aromatic herbs of the noble Berwyn, cooked to a turn, and weighing just four pounds.
"O its savoury smell was great, Such as well might tempt, I trow, One that's dead to lift his brow." Let any one who wishes to eat leg of mutton in perfection go to Wales, but mind you to eat leg of mutton only.