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Chester, the old Roman camp, thence to Holyhead, 

 being intent on getting a glimpse of Wales and the 

 Welsh, and may be taking a tramp up Snowdon or 

 some of his congeners, for my legs literally ached for 

 a mountain climb, a certain set of muscles being so 

 long unused. In the course of my journey ings I tried 

 each class or compartment of the cars, first, second, 

 and third, and found but little choice. The difference 

 is simply in the upholstering, and if you are provided 

 with a good shawl or wrap-up, you need not be par- 

 ticular about that. In the first, the floor is carpeted 

 and the seats substantially upholstered, usually in 

 blue woolen cloth ; in the second, the seat alone is 

 cushioned ; and in the third, you sit on a bare bench. 

 But all classes go by the same train, and often in the 

 same car, or carriage, as they say here. In the first 

 class, travel the real and the shoddy nobility and 

 Americans ; in the second, commercial and profes- 

 sional men ; and in the third, the same, with such of 

 the peasantry and humbler classes as travel by rail. 

 The only annoyance I experienced in the third class 

 arose from the freedom with which the smokers, 

 always largely in the majority, indulged in their 

 favorite pastime. (I perceive there is one advantage 

 in being a smoker : you are never at a loss for some- 

 thing to do you can smoke.) 



At Chester I stopped over night, selecting my 

 hotel for its name, the " Green Dragon." It was 

 Sunday night, and the only street scene my rambles 

 afforded was quite a large gathering of persons on a 



