illiant Morning--Travelling with Edification--A Good Clergyman--Gybi.

I awoke about six o'clock in the morning, having passed the night much
better than I anticipated. The sun was shining bright and gloriously
into the apartment. On looking into the other bed I found that my chums,
the young farm-labourers, had deserted it. They were probably already in
the field busy at labour. After lying a little time longer I arose,
dressed myself and went down. I found my friend honest Pritchard smoking
his morning pipe at the front door, and after giving him the sele of the
day, I inquired of him the cause of the disturbance beneath my window the
night before, and learned that the man of the horse had been thrown by
the animal off its back, that the horse almost immediately after had
slipped down, and both had been led home very much hurt. We then talked
about farming and the crops, and at length got into a discourse about
Liverpool. I asked him how he liked that mighty seaport; he said very
well, but that he did not know much about it--for though he had a house
there where his family had resided, he had not lived much at Liverpool
himself, his absences from that place having been many and long.

"Have you travelled then much about England?" said I.

"No," he replied. "When I have travelled it has chiefly been across the
sea to foreign places."

"But what foreign places have you visited?" said I.

"I have visited," said Pritchard, "Constantinople, Alexandria, and some
other cities in the south latitudes."

"Dear me," said I, "you have seen some of the most celebrated places in
the world--and yet you were silent, and said nothing about your travels
whilst that fellow Bos was pluming himself at having been at such places
as Northampton and Worcester, the haunts of shoe-makers and pig-jobbers."

"Ah," said Pritchard, "but Mr Bos has travelled with edification; it is a
fine thing to have travelled when one has done so with edification, but I
have not. There is a vast deal of difference between me and him--he is
considered the 'cutest man in these parts, and is much looked up to."

"You are really," said I, "the most modest person I have ever known and
the least addicted to envy. Let me see whether you have travelled
without edification."

I then questioned him about the places which he had mentioned, and found
he knew a great deal about them, amongst other things he described
Cleopatra's needle, and the At Maidan at