service, and to all appearance as
gratifying to the patriotic fervour of the audience. That finished, the
rival thunders of the organ within and the martial band without gave
notice that the procession was on its return.

FOOTNOTES TO "CHAPTER VII.":

[Footnote 1: See Ap Howel De Lege Principal, per Forestam et Chasam
Snowd. hactenus recepta; Hist. of the Gwedir Fam. &c.]

[Footnote 2: For the legend of the Two Traitors, vid. Ap Howel, ubi
supra.]

CHAPTER VIII.

_Charmi._ Sir, I may move the court to serve your will;
But therein shall but wrong you and myself.

_Rom._ Why think you so, sir?

_Charmi._ 'Cause I am familiar
With what will be their answer: They will say
'Tis against law; and argue me of ignorance
For offering them the motion.

_Rom._ You know not, sir,
How in this case they may dispense with law;
And therefore frame not you their answer for them,
But do your parts.
_Massinger and Field_:--_Fatal Dowry._

With the hope of again seeing Miss Walladmor and her uncle, Bertram was
attempting to make his way up to the centre of the procession. So many
others however had precisely the same object in view, that he was
likely to have found it a matter of some difficulty to pierce the dense
array of foot and horse passengers. Suddenly at this moment he found
himself tapped on the shoulder by somebody who stood behind; and,
turning round, he perceived Mr. Dulberry.

"Come with me," said Dulberry; "and I will show you a short cut by the
back way: jump a hedge or two, and trespass over a few silly old
women's potato gardens, and we shall be at the inn before the
procession arrives."

"It will pass the inn then on its return?"

"I suppose so: but what need you or I care for such absurd mummeries?
Good God! to think of the money that might have been earned by all
these horses if they had been spending the day creditably and honestly
in ploughing and tilling the land; whereas now----"

"Ploughing, Mr. Dulberry! but surely it's not the season just now, with
the ground frozen as deep as it is, for rural labours of that sort."

"Well, no matter: there's work enough for horses amongst dyers,
tanners, and such people. By the way, did you ever hear of my machine
for