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hood. I have already hinted that Rhyl has a 

 pleasant reputation for innocent flirtation, and 

 really this reputation can hardly be wondered at 

 when one remembers that the immense majority 

 of the girls one meets on the parade are ex- 

 tremely pretty, fresh, and fascinating. I write, 

 of course, as an ancient philosopher, but if I 

 were young let us pass on ! 



Rhyl's great attractions are not confined to its 

 shores ; the chief attraction to many of us is to 

 get out of it, and to enable us to do this there 

 are plenty of conveniences. To say nothing of 

 the various tourist and excursion rounds that the 

 London and North-Western Railway Company 

 provides, there are numerous four-horse mail 

 coaches and three-horse chars-a-bancs that will 

 take you anywhere and any distance up to thirty 

 or forty miles a day, and into the most charming 

 scenes to be found in Wales. 



On fine days these coaches are always crowded 

 with passengers. On many occasions we availed 

 ourselves of this means of seeing the country. 



One day we had a most delightful trip, which 

 I wish I could describe adequately. We went 

 through the pretty little town of Abergele, and 

 away up over the hills, past a little cottage where 

 Oliver Cromwell once slept, and on and on over 

 hill and dale till we arrived at the quaint and 

 most picturesque little town called Llanfairtal- 

 hairarn it is a longish word, and I am not sure 



