Litchfield enquirer., 1862-10-16
LETTERS FROM EUROPE-NO III.

beautiful day. I intended coming here but in coming down the hill With the twilight, found myself squarely met by large hotel of stone, handsomely built, and partly concealed by ivy. It suggested ease, and made me feel desire to see what was in it. So went in, and called for tea. The Coffee room was large and handsome. In it were an Englishman and his wife and a little girl, Times two days old, and Liver pool paper of the day before. Then as sat down to my supper, there came young man and woman to theirs afterwards four more men gentlemen, if you like, of the travelling world
 I am sorry to say that the ladies left, but with the rest conversation grew brisk, so that when l rose from my supper, and regained the road, the stars above were brightly beaming.
 l left Carnarvon at half past six Wednesday afternoon. In sultry, smoky evening, walk ed on about eight miles, passing through an- other Welch village, and by numerous of those neatly white-washed, stone farm houses. To a
 most all of these, there are little yards, and, with the warm night, the doors of most being open, could see in. In all, there was against the further side, a large side-board of light-col
 ored wood, the low part given to drawers, and the upper to shelves, which were filled with crockery. The order, arrangement and neat ness of these showed on a smaller scale, to be sure, the same sort of nice housewifery that keeps the kitchen floors of New England farm houses so clean, am thinking, as write, of one of those where nsed to go for apples when a boy. It stands upon long, high ledge with grain fields upon one side, and wood-such a one as you can only find in America-covering the other. That whole height comes up to me now as found it when hunted for squirrels so in the glorious Autumn days when wanuts waited to be shook. There is with it another memory sweeter yet It is of College days, and the girl that had more 5eaux than any other in our town. That makes me think she is married now and got baby-went with me to watch the golden clouds and blue sky of the Adirondacs have long walk laid out for to-day. The day itself is as fair as yesterday. Perhaps the walk may prove so; but doubt it. There was much yesterday that was very beautiful, com bination of valley and rock, that pleased nearly all the while. Late already, I must close to make my start
 SATURDAY EVENING, at Bets y-caed.-Belng l somewhat pressed for time, l shall be obliged | to abridge somewhat my Wech tour. X hate to leave these beautiful valles. The one I am in now is the vale of Conway Of the vale of Afextnoeg, Mir. Lyttleton wrote, "With the woman one loves, with the friend of one's heart, and with good study of books, one might pass | an age in this vale and think it a day. But, however fine Afestinoeg seems, it cannot equal | this, as it came before me yesterday from the | hill above that commands 1t. Mountain, rock, vale and river, with green fields to soften, and trees to deck them. Why with the girl l loved--but she does not exist, or if she does, she exists in so many places, it would be inn possible to gather her into one.
 Settling with Mary Ann yesterday, who talk ed her English in the same rich tones that all these Welch girls do, walked on up the vale to Afestuoeg, and three miles by this village to where the road turns frcm the Bala one going to the left. A small public house below the road, offered perhaps the only chance for lunch. l entered and asked for fresh milk. There was none. However, got bread and butter, both 1 good, and with them some excellent spring wa ter. Turning to the left, which was only bye
 road, came on to hills very like the Highlands, or, perhaps, still more like the Northumberland moors. All that was in sight now, were rocky mountains, with large plains of bog and coarse grass lying under them. Some of the distant hills, as the light struck them, were purpled with the bell heather. Perhaps at two miles from the turn, met another public house. Here found milk Both of these public hous
 es were about equal to the poorer class among the Highlands. The food you get, is eatable
 the cloth spread on the table, clean but the old stone flooring wretchedly in want of sweep 1 ing, and the whole house of cleaning. Their business and not mine-I enjoyed the milk. l Here again turned to the left, and now my road was hardly more thsn foot-path winding under stoney mountain, where poor sheep were getting scanty feed. In half mile, a brook began to start, and vale opened that it was to go through The vale emptied into valley where broad road was, that might have come on all the way, had l turned quick enough. At Pelmachus, little village in the valley. there was a large number of people sep arating from attending Methodist meeting. The Celtic countenance was very marked, and several that addressed could not understand word of English. entered a store here to ex- anime the wooden shoes that are worn almost altogether by the children. Bordering the sole, which is entirely of wood, is narrow iron rim. , The toes are tipped with brass. The price of !. the pair saw was two shillngs and three pence. F They were made at Manchester for the Welch
 market, and wear exceedingly we'll The tops
 of them were coarse leather, Wooden brogans, all wood, knew intimately in France. There
 was nothing further of interest until came to t the hill spoke of Here there was another inn,
 plain Welch inn. I went in and ordered tea T. of ruddy-cheeked girl. She showed me from t the kitchen to the room on the side ot 1t, nor ). large, but carpeted and trimmed Ia "eicn custom, with all kinds of pictures. Tea hnlsn' d ed paid shilling, looking over the kitchen