194 AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



CHAPTER XXIV. 



DELIGHTFUL WALK BY THE DEE BANKS, AND THROUGH EATON PARK. WREX- 



HAM. A FAIR. MAIDS BY A FOUNTAIN. THE CHURCH. JACKDAWS. 



THE TAP-ROOM AND TAP-ROOM TALK. POLITICAL DEADNESS OF THE LABOUR 

 ING CLASS. A METHODIST BAGMAN. 



T710LLOWING Nutting s directions, we had a most delight- 

 -L ful walk along the river bank and under some noble trees, 

 then through thick woods and over a bit of low, rushy land, 

 where some Irishmen were opening drains, and out at length 

 into the private park-road ; a pleasant avenue, which we fol 

 lowed some miles. The park here was well stocked with 

 game ; rabbits were constantly leaping out before us, and we 

 frequently started partridges and pheasants from a cover of 

 laurels, holly, and hawthorn with which the road was lined. 



We came out at Pulford, when we lunched at the Post 

 Office Inn, and thence walked by an interesting road, through 

 a village of model cottages not very pretty ; over a long hill, 

 from the top of which a grand view back ; and by a park that 

 formerly belonged to Judge Jeffreys, of infamous memory, to 

 Wrexham. 



Wrexham is a queer, dirty, higglety-piggelty kind of 

 town, said to be the largest in Wales (it is about as large 

 as Northampton). It was the latter part of a fair-day, and 

 there had been a mustering of the yeomanry of the shire, so 

 that the streets were crowded as we entered. In the balcony of 

 an hotel in the market-place a military band was pjaying to a 



