ascertained about
my great ancestor. I should say that two of his brothers,
Richard and William, were eminent Welsh scholars.

With apologies for addressing you so unceremoniously, and with
renewed thanks, I remain, Sir, your obedient servant,

LEWIS MORRIS.

An interesting letter to Borrow from another once popular writer belongs
to this period:

To George Borrow, Esq.

THE 'PRESS' OFFICE, STRAND, WESTMINSTER, _Thursday._

One who has read and delighted in everything Mr. Borrow has
yet published ventures to say how great has been his delight in
reading _Wild Wales_. No philologist or linguist, I am yet an
untiring walker and versifier: and really I think that few
things are pleasanter than to walk and to versify. Also, well
do I love good ale, natural drink of the English. If I could
envy anything, it is your linguistic faculty, which unlocks to
you the hearts of the unknown races of these islands--unknown,
I mean, as to their real feelings and habits, to ordinary
Englishmen--and your still higher faculty of describing your
adventures in the purest and raciest English of the day. I send
you a Danish daily journal, which you may not have seen. Once a
week it issues articles in English. How beautiful (but of
course not new to you) is the legend of Queen Dagmar, given in
this number! A noble race, the Danes: glad am I to see their
blood about to refresh that which runs in the royal veins of
England. Sorry and ashamed to see a Russell bullying and
insulting them.

MORTIMER COLLINS.[226]

How greatly Borrow was disappointed at the comparative failure of _Wild
Wales_ may be gathered from a curt message to his publisher which I find
among his papers:

Mr. Borrow has been applied to by a country bookseller, who is
desirous of knowing why there is not another edition of _Wild
Wales_, as he cannot procure a copy of the book, for which he
receives frequent orders. That it was not published in a cheap
form as soon as the edition of 1862 was exhausted has caused
much surprise.

Borrow, it will be remembered, left Wales at Chepstow, as recorded in
the hundred and ninth and final chapter of _Wild Wales_, 'where I
purchased a first class ticket, and ensconcing myself in a comfortable
carriage, was soon on my way to London, where I arr