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four-horse coach. Our coachman drew up to 

 give us a peep at it over the wall in a shed. The 

 horses had bolted; the coach was smashed to 

 atoms. The horses were there undergoing sur- 

 gical operations for serious injuries they had 

 received. We were told, but we cannot vouch 

 for the accuracy of the statement, that there was 

 only one lady passenger and a lapdog. The lady 

 escaped unhurt, " the dog it was that died." The 

 coachman, who it seems was an amateur, was 

 looking wofully on the wreck. Our man said, 

 with a fine contempt, that this young fellow 

 knew nothing about driving, and was too con- 

 ceited to be taught. "That little job," said he, 

 "will cost him over two hundred 'quid.'" It 

 was not an interesting sight for those of us who 

 were nervous on our fully-laden coach, but some 

 of our youngsters pretended to look on it as a 

 mere spill, something of daily occurrence, and 

 not worth even passing notice. 



" The Marble Church " at Bodelwyddan, was 

 built in 1860. Its graceful spire, 202 feet high, 

 stands up in the middle of an extensive valley, 

 and is seen for many miles. It is one of the 

 greatest attractions of all the inland places. It 

 is altogether an exquisite and most lovely ex- 

 ample of modern church architecture. The in- 

 terior columns are all of solid polished marble, 

 as the entablatures and cornices, etc., are also 

 of marble of varied colours, and the oak carving 



