artment in a subordinate capacity, and gradually worked his way up
to the top of the tree, not having the advantage of aristocratic birth
and breeding. I first met him in Claremont Chapel--a Congregational
place of worship in Pentonville--at one time one of the most flourishing
churches of that body, though I fear it has somewhat declined of late.
He was a man of kindly speech and presence, always ready to help whatever
was worthy of help, and lived in the Holloway Road, where I once spent
with him a pleasant Sunday, and was much charmed with one of his married
daughters, who happened to be there at the time. No Temperance gathering
in general, and no Welsh gathering in particular, was complete without
Mr. Hugh Owen, as he then was called. In all London there was no more
genial representative of gallant little Wales. He lived to a good old
age, beloved and respected. The last time I met him was in the
Farringdon Road, when he complained that he felt a little queer in his
head. My reply was that he had no need to trouble himself on that
account, as I knew many people who were in the same condition who seemed
to get on very well nevertheless.

Another Welshman who yet lives--in a far-off land--was Dr. Llewellen
Bevan, the popular Congregational minister in the beautiful city of
Melbourne, where he is, as he justly deserves to be, a great power. He
commenced his labours in London as co-pastor with Mr. Thomas Binney.
Thence he moved to Tottenham Court Chapel, which became very prosperous
under his popular ministry. From there he went to America, where he did
not remain long. He now lives in a beautiful bungalow a few miles out of
Melbourne, where I once spent with him a very pleasant night, chatting of
England and old times. A curious memory occurs to me in connection with
my visit to the reverend and popular divine at Melbourne. On one
occasion I heard him at a public meeting in Tottenham Court Road Chapel
declare, amidst the cheers of the great audience, that he had given up
smoking because one of his people complained to him that her son had come
home the worse for liquor, which he had taken while smoking, and he
thought there could be no harm in smoking, because he had seen Mr. Bevan
smoking. "From that hour," said Mr. Bevan, amidst prolonged applause, "I
resolved to give up smoking," and the deacons looked at me to see if I
was not ashamed of my indulgence in a habit which in the case alluded to
had produced