86 BEGGARS ON HORSEBACK. 



sense of fitness probably adhering since the days 

 when they buried their pet rabbits in the back- 

 garden, and, with guileless convention, they have 

 erected the tomb of Gelert under a tree, a healthy 

 one in the prime of life, standing discreetly and 

 yet conveniently in a roadside field. The senti- 

 ment of the back-garden has been added at a touch 

 by the railing, and the result suffices to the tourist. 

 Forth to it, in duteous pilgrimage, go the brides 

 and bridegrooms, seeking in the long vague fore- 

 noons of holiday for some occupation that shall 

 savour of the compulsory, and at all events make 

 them glad to get home again for luncheon. The 

 mile of road between Gelert's grave and his village 

 was punctuated with the newly married ; and, even 

 at the risk of supporting another conventionality, 

 it must be recorded that the distance that separated 

 each bride from her groom was noticeable, and 

 seemed to indicate a desire to economise con- 

 versation. 



Do the brides and bridegrooms support the 

 venerable fraud who sits outside the Goat Hotel 



