A short relation of a long iourney, made round or ovall by encompassing the principalitie of Wales, from London, through and by the counties of Middlesex and Buckingham, Berks, Oxonia, Warwick, Stafford, Chester, Flint, Denbigh, Anglesey, Carnarvan, Merioneth, Cardigan, Pembrooke, Caermarden, Glamorgan, Monmouth, Glocester, &c. This painfull circuit began on Tuesday the 13 of July last, 1652. and was ended (or both ends brought together) on Tuesday the 7. of September following, being near 600. miles. Whereunto is annexed an epitome of the famous history of Wales. / Performed by the riding, going, crawling, running, and writing of John Taylor, dwelling at the sign of the Poets Head, in Phenix Alley, near the midle of Long Aker or Covent Garden.

A Short Relation of a Long Iourny, &c.

A Traveller that loves to see strange Lands, May be a man or not a man of 's hands: But yet 'tis very requisite and meet, He should be furnish'd with good brains and feet; For he that wants legs, feet, and brains, and wit, To be a Traveller is most unfit: And such am I by Age of strength bereft, With one right leg, and one lame left leg left. Beggers on their backs their brats do reare; But I my issue in my leg do beare: I dresse it often and impatiently It lies and cries not, though it make me cry; Yet I dare challenge Scottish Jock or Jackey, Or any light-heel'd nimble footed Lackey, To travell such a Jaunt as I have done, With th' right leg going, and the left leg run: Or if I please, the case I'le alter so, To make the worst leg run, the best to goe. And sure my heart was stout, men may suppose, To venture Travell with such legs as those. But there be some few that do understand, 'Tis merry walking with a horse in hand.

Such was my Lot, I had a stately Courser, None courser quality'd, and for a worser, There's neither Halifax, or Hull, nor Hell, That for good parts my horse can parallel; He was a beast, had heated been and cheated, Too much hard over rid and under meated, That he as gaunt as any Greyhound was, And for a Horses Skelliton might passe: You might have told his ribs, he was so thin, And seen his heart and guts, but for his skin; He was not pursie foggy, cloy'd with greace, And like his Rider lov'd rest, ease, and peace: Dun was, and is the Dumb beast, and was Done, E're I begun, or he with me begun. He had a black List, from the Mane to Taile, Which is a colour that doth seldome faile: To change of paces he had been inur'd, But yet not one t'endure, or be endur'd; His Trot would fling a Dagger out ot'h sheath, Or jolt a man to death, or out of breath. His Ambling was invisible to me, From such smooth easie garbs his feet were free: His common Pace in Sun-shine or in showre, Was (as he pleas'd) about two mile an houre. I never yet could put him in a sweat, For he was never free, but at his meat. Thus John upon Dun's back, were both Dun John, And thus the tedious way we wandred on. Now to proceed in order duly, truly, I London left the thirteenth day of July:

The Wayes as faire as man could well desire, 'Cause I had none to draw Dun out o'th mire: I fifteen miles (to Rislip) that day went, Baited at Edgworth, to give Dun content; There my acquaintance, of good fame and worth, Did welcome me: the next day I set forth, With Boots, Sans Spurs, with Whip, and Switch of Burch, I got on, twenty miles to Stoken Church: The fifteenth day, S. Swithin, I and Dun, Did shuffle sixteen miles to Abington; There till the Tuesday following I abode, From thence I sixteen miles to great Tue rode, There at the Swan mine Host was free and kind, He had but one eye, tother side was blinde; But surely he a right Good-fellow was, And there one night my Dun did eat good grass. On July's twenty one from Tue I went, And unto Warwick strait my course I bent, There did I find another signe o'th Swan, Mine Hostesse kind, mine Host a Gentile man, And for your love to me, good Master Venner, With humble thanks I am your praises Penner. My gratitude to Master Jacob Harmer, His Drapers shop could never make me warmer, Then high and mighty Warwick's drink did there, It made my brains to Caper and careere, It was of such invincible strong force, To knock me (in five miles) twice from my Horse: And sure I think the Drink was certainly Infused with the conqu'ring ghost of Guy.

On July's two and twentieth day I came Ʋnto an ancient house call'd Hunningham, There were two Ladies of good Worth and fame, Whom for some reasons I forbeare to name: Their Son and Grandson (John) I'le not forget, He's nobly minded as a Baronet; Foure dayes they kept me with exceeding cheere, And gave me silver because Travels deare. From thence my Journey 5 miles I pursue, To Coventry, most samous for true blew; There the faire Crosse of ancient high Renown Stands firme, though other Crosses all are down. 'Tis a dry City, and dry let it be, 'Twas not made dryer one small drop for me: Like a Camelion there I brake my fast, And thence I twenty miles to Lichfield past; There at the George I took my lodging up, I well was lodg'd, and well did sup and cup, When there by chance, I cast my wandring eyon The ruin'd Church, with griefe I thought on Sion: I sigh'd to see that sad confusion, Like th' Hebrews by the Brook of Babylon. On July's twenty seventh I rode alone Full sixteen miles unto a Town call'd Stone. Next day to Nantwich sixteen long miles more, From thence to Chester near the Cambrian shore: There was my welcome in such noble fashion, Of which in Prose I'le make some briefe Relation.

MY Lodging at Chester was in the Watergate street, at the Sign of the Feathers, I lay on a Feather-bed, and in the same house I met with two Brothers of mine acquaintance thirty years, they brought me to the Chamber of a Reverend Italian Physition, named Vincent Lancelles he was more then 80 yeares of Age, yet of a very able body, and vigorous constitution: The Yong mens Names were Thomas Morrine and Francis Morrine, the people were pleased (out of their Ignorance, or in small Wit) to call the old Gen∣tleman a Mountebank; but I am sure he was deservedly well reputed and reported of, for ma∣ny Malladies and Diseases which hee cured, whereof divers were judged incurable: He help∣ed such as were grieved for three severall consi∣derations.

First, Hee cured the Rich, for as much as hee could get.

Secondly, Hee healed the Meaner sort for what they could spare, or were willing to part withall.

Thirdly, Hee cured the Poor for Gods sake, and gave them mony and other reliefe, as I my selfe (with thankfull experience) must ever ac∣knowledge: For he looked upon my lame leg, and applyed such Medicine, as did not only ease me, but I am in hope will cure me, the griefe be∣ing nothing but a Blast of Lightning and Thun∣der, or Planet stroke, which I received nine years ••ast at Oxford.

For a further courtesie, when I was taking my leave of Chester, I demanded what I had to pay for Lodging, Dyet, and Horse-meat, mine Host sayd, that all was fully payd and satisfied by the Good old Physition. My humble thanks remembred to Captain Vincent Corbet, but more especially to Captain John Whitworth at Chester.

On Fryday the 30. of July, I rode (and footed it) ten Miles to Flint (which is the Shire Town of Flint-shire) and surely War hath made it mi∣serable, the sometimes famous Castle there, in which Richard the Second of that Name, King of England was surprised by Henry of Bullinbrook, is now almost buried in it's own Ruins, and the Town is so spoiled, that it may truely be said of it, that they never had any Market (in the me∣mory of man) they have no Sadler, Taylor, Weaver, Brewer, Baker, Botcher, or Button∣maker; they have not so much as a signe of an Ale-house, so that I was doubtfull of a Lodging, but (by good hap) I hapned into the house of one Mr. Edward Griffith, where I had good meat and lodging for me and my dumb Dun Beast, for very reasonable consideration, and this (me thinks) is a pitifull discription of a Shire Town.

Saturday, the last of July, I left Flint, and went three miles to Holy-well, of which place I must speak somewhat materially: About the length of a furlong, down a very steep Hill, is a Well (full of wonder and admiration) it comes

from a Spring not far from Rudland Castle; it is and hath been many hundred yeares knowne by the name of Holy-Well, but it is more common∣ly and of most Antiquity called Saint Winifrids Well, in memory of the pious and chaste Virgin Winifrid, who was there beheaded for refusing to yield her Chastity to the furious lust of a Pagan Prince; in that very place where her bloud was shed, this Spring sprang up; from it doth issue so forceible a stream, that within a hundred yards of it, it drives certain Mils, and some do say that nine Corn Mils and Fulling Mils are driven with the stream of that Spring: It hath a fair Chap∣pell erected over it called Saint Winifrids Chap∣pell, which is now much defaced by the injury of these late Wars: The well is compassed a∣bout with a fine Wall of Free stone, the Wall hath eight Angles or Corners, and at every An∣gle is a fair Stone Piller, whereon the West end of the Chappell is supported. In two severall places of the Wall, there are neat stone staires to go into the water that comes from the Well, for it is to be noted that the Well it selfe doth continually work and bubble with extream vio∣lence, like a boiling Cauldron or Furnace, and within the Wall, or into the Well very few do enter: The Water is Christalline, sweet, and medicinable, it is frequented daily by many peo∣ple of Rich and Poore, of all Discases, amongst which great store of folkes are cured, divers are

cased, but none made the worse. The Hill des∣cending is plentifully furnished (on both sides of the way) with Beggers of all ages, sexes, condi∣tions, sorts and sizes, many of them are impo∣tent, but all are impudent, and richly embrode∣red all over with such Hexameter poudred Er∣mins (or Vermin) as are called Lice in England.

Monday, the second of August, when the Day begun, I mounted my Dun, having hired a little Boy (to direct me in the way) that could speak no English, and for lack of an Interpreter, we travelled speachless eight miles, to Rudland, where is an old ruined winde and war-shaken Castle; from that Town, after my Horse, and the Boy, and my selfe had dined with Hay, Oats, and Barraw Causs, we hors't and footed it twelve miles further, to a fine strong walled Towne, named Aberconwy; there I lodged at the house of one Mr. Spencer (an English man) he is Post-Master there, and there my entertainment was good, and my Reckoning reasonable: There is a good defensive Castle which I would have seen, but because there was a Garrison, I was loath to give occasion of offence, or be much inquisi∣tive.

The next day when the Clock strook two and fowre, I mounted Dun, Dun mounted Penmen Mawre; And if I do not take my aime amisse, That lofty Mountain seems the Skies to kisse:

But there are other Hils accounted higher, Whose lofty tops I had no mind t' aspire: As Snowdon, and the tall Plinnillimon, Which I no stomack had to tread upon. Merioneth Mountains, and Shire Cardigan To travell over, will tire horse and man: I, to Bewmaris came that day and din'd, Where I the good Lord Buckley, thought to find. But he to speak with me had no intent, Dry I came into's house, dry out I went. I left Bewmaris, and to Bangor trac'd it, Ther's a brave Church, but Time and War defac'd it: For Love and Mony I was welcome thither, 'Tis merry meeting when they come together.

Thus having travelled from Aberconwy to Beu∣morris and to Bangor, Tuesday 3. August, which in all they are pleased to call 14 miles, but most of the Welsh miles are large London measure, not any one of them but hath a hand bredth or small cantle at each end, by which means, what they want in broadness, they have it in length; besides the ascending and descending almost im∣passable mountains, and Break-neck stony ways, doth make such Travellers as my selfe, judge that they were no Misers in measuring their miles; besides, the land is courser then it is in most parts about London, which makes them to afford the larger measure: for course Broad∣cloath is not at the rate of Velvet or Satten.

Wednesday the 4. of August I rode 8 miles from Bangor to Carnarvan, where I thought to have seen a Town and a Castle, or a Castle and a Town; but I saw both to be one, and one to be both; for indeed a man can hardly divide them in judgement or apprehension; and I have seen many gallant Fabricks and Fortifications, but for compactness and compleatness of Caer∣narvon, I never yet saw a parallell. And it is by Art and Nature so sited and seated, that it stands impregnable, & if it be well mand, victu∣alled, and ammunitioned, it is invincible, except fraud or famine do assault, or conspire against it.

I was 5. hours in Caernarvon, and when I thought that I had taken my leave for ever of it, then was I meerly deceived; for when I was a mile on my way, a Trooper came galloping af∣ter me, and enforced me back to be examined by Colonell Thomas Mason, (the Governour there) who after a few words, when hee heard my name, and knew my occasions, he used me so re∣spectively and bountifully, that (at his charge) I stayd all night, and by the means of him, and one Mr. Lloyd, (a Justice of Peace there) I was furnished with a Guide, and something else to bear charges for one weeks travaile; for which curtesies, if I were not thankfull, I were worth the hanging for being ingratefull.

The 5. of August I went 12. miles, to a place

called Climenie, where the Noble Sure John Owen did, with liberall welcome, entertain me.

The 6. day I rode to a Town called Harleck, which stands on a high barren Mountaine, very uneasie for the ascending into, by reason of the steep and uneeven stony way; this Town had neither hay, grass, oats, or any relief for a horse: there stands a strong Castle, but the Town is all spoild, and almost inhabitable by the late la∣mentable troubles.

So I left that Towne (for fear of starving my Horse) and came to a place called Bermoth, (12. miles that day, as narrow as 20.) That place was so plentifully furnished with want of provi∣sion, that it was able to famish 100. men and horses: I procured a brace of Boyes to goe two miles to cut grasse for my Dun, for which I gave them two groats; for my selfe and Guide, I pur∣chased a Hen boyld with Bacon, as yellow as the Cowslip, or Gold Noble. My course Lodging there, was at the homely House of one John Thomson, a Lancashire English man.

Saturday the 7. of August, I Horst, footed, (and crawling upon all 4.) 10. slender miles to Aberdovy, which was the last lodging that I had in Merionethshire, where was the best en∣tertainment for men, but almost as bad as the worst for horses in all Merionethshire.

August 9. I gat into Cardiganshire, to a mise∣rable Market Town called Aberistwith, where,

before the late troubles, there stood a strong Ca∣stle, which being blown up, fell down, and ma∣ny fair Houses (with a defensible thick Wall a∣bout the Town) are transformed into confused heaps of unnecessary Rubbidge: within foure miles of this Town, are the silver Mines, which were honorable and profitable, as long as my good friend Thomas Bushell Esquire, had the ma∣naging of them, who was most industrious in the work, and withall by his noble demeanour, and affable deportment, deservedly gain'd the generall love and affection of all the Countrey, of all degrees of people: but since he hath left that important imployment, the Mines are neg∣lected.

From Aberistwith, I went to the House of Sir Richard Price, Knight and Baronet, where my entertainment was freely welcome, with some expression of further curtesies at my departure, for which I humbly thank the noble Knight, not forgetting my gratefull remembrance to Mr. Thomas Evans there: that whole dayes journey being 9. miles.

Tuesday the 10. of August, having hired a Guide, for I that knew neither the intricate wayes, nor could speake any of the Language, was necessitated to have Guides from place to place, and it being Harvest time, I was forced to pay exceeding deare for Guiding; so that some dayes I payd 2s. sometimes 3. besides bearing

their charges of meat and drinke and lodging; for it is to bee understood that those kind of la∣bouring people had rather reap hard all the day for six pence, then to go ten or twelve miles easi∣ly on foot for two shillings. That day, after six∣teen miles travell, I came to the house of an ancient worthy and hospitable Gentleman, na∣med Sure Walter Lloyd, he was noble in bountifull house-keeping, and in his generositie, caused his horse to be saddled, and the next day hee rode three miles to Conway, and shewd me the way to Caermarden, which they do call 18 small miles, but I had rather ride 30 of such miles as are in many parts of England; the way continu∣ally hilly, or mountainous and stony, insomuch that I was forced to alight and walke 30 times, and when the Sun was near setting, I having foure long miles to go, and knew no part of the way, was resolved to take my lodging in a Reeke of Oats in the field, to which purpose, as I rode out of the stony way towards my field-chamber, my Horse and I found a softer bed, for we were both in a Bog, or Quagmire, and at that time I had much ado to draw myselfe out of the dirt, or my poore weary Dun out if the Mire.

I being in this hard strait, having night (of Gods sending,) Owl-light to guide me, no tongue to aske a question, the way unknown, or uneven; I held it my best course to grope in the hard sto∣ny way againe, which having found, (after a

quarter of an houres melancholy paces) a Hors∣man of Wales, that could speak English, overtook me and brought me to Caermarden, where I found good and free entertainment at the house of one Mistris Oakley.

Caermarden, the shire Town of Caermardenshire, is a good large Town, with a defencible strong Castle, and a reasonable Haven for small Barks and Boats, which formerly was for the use of good Ships, but now it is much impedimented with Shelvs, Sands, and other annoyances: It is said that Merlyn the Prophet was born there; it is one of the plentifullest Townes that ever I set foot in, for very fair Egs are cheaper then small Pears; for, as near as I can remember, I will set down at what rates victuals was there.

Butter, as good as the world affords, two pence halfe penny, or three pence the pound.

A Salmon two foot and a halfe long, twelve pence.

Biefe, three halfe pence the pound.

Oysters, a penny the hundred.

Egs, twelve for a penny.

Peares, six for a penny.

And all manner of Fish and Flesh at such low prices, that a little money will buy much, for there is nothing scarce, dear, or hard to come by, but Tobacco pipes.

My humble thanks to the Governour there, to William Guinn of Talliaris, Esquire; to Sure

Henry Vaughan; and to all the rest, with the good woman mine Hostess.

Concerning Pembrookshire, the people do speak English in it almost generally, and therefore they call it little England beyond Wales, it being the farthest South and West County in the whole Principality: The Shire Town, Pembrook, hath been in better estate, for as it is now, some hou∣ses down, some standing, and many without In∣habitants; the Castle there hath been strong, large, stately, and impregnable, able to hold out any enemy, except hunger, it being founded up∣on a lofty Rock, gives a brave prospect a far off: Tenby Towne and Castle being somewhat near, or eight miles from it, seems to be more usefull and considerable. My thanks to Mistris Powell at the Hart there.

Tenby hath a good Castle and a Haven, but in respect of Milford Haven, all the Havens under the Heavens are inconsiderable, for it is of such length, bredth, and depth, that 1000. Ships may ride safely in it in all weathers, and by reason of the hills that do inclose it, and the windings and turnings of the Haven from one poynt of land to another, it is conjectured that 1500 ships may ride there, and not scarce one of them can see another. The Haven hath in it 16 Creekes, 5 Bayes, and 13 Rodes, of large capacity, and all these are known by severall names.

The goodly Church of S. Davids hath beene

forced lately to put off the dull and heavy coat of peacefull Lead, which was metamorphosed into warlike bullets. In that Church lies inter∣red Edmund Earle of Richmond, Father to King Henry the seventh, for whose sake his Grandson (K. Henry the eight) did spare it from defacing, when hee spared not much that belonged to the Church.

Thus having gone and riden many miles, with too many turning and winding Mountains, stony turning waies, forward, backward, sidewaies, circular, and semicircular, upon the 17. of Au∣gust I rode to the house of the right Honourable, Richard Vaughan Earle of Karbery, at a place cal∣led Golden Grove; and surely that house, with the faire Fields, Woods, Walks, and pleasant scituation, may not onely be rightly called the Golden Grove, but it may without fiction be justly stiled the Cambrian Paradise, and Elizium of Wales; but that which grac'd it totally, was the nobleness, and affable presence and deportment of the Earle, with his faire and vertuous new married Countess, the beautifull Lady Alice, or Alicia, daughter to the right Honourable the late Earle of Bridgwater, deccased: I humbly thank them both, for they were pleased to Ho∣nour me so much, that I supp'd with them, at which time a Gentleman came in, who being sate, did relate a strange discourse of a violent ram which fell on the mountains in part of Rad∣norshire,

and into Glomorganshire; the story was, as near as I can remember, as followeth:

That on Saturday the 17. of July last, 1652. there fell a sudden showre of rain in the Coun∣ties aforesaid, as if an Ocean had flowed from the Clouds to overwhelm and drown the moun∣tains, it poured down with such violent impe∣tuositie, that it tumbled down divers houses of stone that stood in the way of it; it drowned many Cattell and Sheep, bore all before it as it ran, therefore a poore man with his son and daughter forsook their house, and the father and son climed up into a tree for their safety, in the mean time the merciless waters took hold of the poore maid, and most furiously bare her away, down betwen two mountains, rolling and hurling her against many great stones, till at last it threw her near the side of the stream, and her hair and hair-lace being loose, it catched hold of a stump of an old thorn bush, by which means she was stayed, being almost dead; but as she lay in this misery, she saw a sad and la∣mentable sight, for the water had fiercely un∣rooted the tree, and bore it down the streame, with her father and brother, who were both un∣fortunately drowned: the Maid, as I was cer∣tified, is like to live and recover.

My humble thanks to the good yong hopefull Lord Vaughan, and to all the rest of the Noble Olive Branches of that most Worthy Tree of

Honour, their Father, not omitting or yet for∣getting my gratitude to Mr. Steward there, with∣all the rest of the Gentlemen and servants at∣tendant, with my love to Mr. Thomas Ryve, un∣known, and so Golden Grove farewell.

The 18. of August, I hired a Guide who brought me to Swansey (16 well stretch'd Welch Mountainous Miles) where I was cordially welcome to an Ancient Worthy Gentleman, Waker Thomas Esquire, for whose Love and Li∣berality I am much obliged to him and the good Gentlewoman his Wife; he staid me till the next day after Diner, and then sent his man with me a mile to his Sons house, named William Tho∣mas Esquire: There, as soone as I had rewar∣ded my Guide he slip'd from me, leaving me to the mercy of the House, where I found neither mercy nor manners; for the good Gentleman and his Wife were both rode from home; and though there were people old enough, and big enough, yet there was not one kind enough, or good enough to do me the least kind of courte∣sie or friendship; they did not so much as bid me come into the house, or offer me a cup of drink; they all scornfully wondred at me, like so ma∣ny Buzzards and Woodcocks about an Owle, there was a shotten thin scul'd shallow brain'd simpleton fellow, that answered me, that he was a stranger there, but I believed him not, by rea∣son of his familiarity with the rest of the folks,

there was also a single-soal'd Gentlewoman, of the last Edition, who would vouchsafe me not one poor glance of her eye-beams, to whom I said as followeth.

Fair Gentlewoman, I was sent hither by the Father of the Gentleman of this House, to whom I have a Letter from a Gentleman of his fami∣liar acquaintance; I am sure that the Owner of this Place is famed and reported to be a man en∣dowed with all affability and courtesie to stran∣gers as is every way accommodating to a Gen∣tleman of Worth and Quality; and that if I were but a meer stranger to him, yet his Gene∣rosity would not suffer me to be harbourless, but by reason of his Fathers sending his servant with me, and a Friends Letter, I sayd that if Mr. Tho∣mas had been at home I should be better enter∣tained.

To which Mrs. Pumpkins looking scornfully, ascue over her shoulders, answered me with (it may be so) then most uncurteous Mistris, quoth I, I doubt I must bee necessitated to take up my lodging in the Field: To which the said ungen∣tle Gentlewoman (with her posteriors, or butt end towards me) gave me a finall Answer, that I might if I would.

Whereupon I was enraged and mounted my Dun, and in a friendly maner I tooke my leave, saying, that I would wander further and try my fortune, and that if my stay at that house, that

night, would save either Mr. Shallow-pate, or Mrs. Jullock from hanging, that I would rather lie, and venture all hazards that are incident to Horse, Man, or Traveller, then to be beholding to such unmanerly Mungrils.

Thus desperately I shaked them off, that would not take me on, and riding I knew not whither, with a wide wild Heath under me, and a wider Firmament above me. I roade at ad∣venture, betwixt light and darkness, about a mile, when luckily a Gentleman overtook mee, and after a little talk of my distresse and travail, he bad me be of good chear, for he would bring me to a lodging and entertainment; in which promise he was better then his word, for hee brought mee to a pretty Market Towne called Neath, where he spent his money upon me; for which kindness I thank him. But one Doctour (as they call him) Rice Jones, (or Doctor Merri∣man) came and supt with mee, and very kindly payd all the reckoning. That dayes journey be∣ing but 6 miles sterling.

The 19. of August I hired a Guide for 3 s. (16 miles) to a place called Penline, where somtime stood a strong Castle, which is now ruined; ad∣joyning to it, or in the place of it, is a fair house, belonging to Anthony Turberville Esquire, where although the Gentleman was from home, the good Gentlewoman, his Wife, did with hospi∣table and noble kindnesse, bid me welcome.

Fryday, the 20. of August, I rode a mile to an Ancient Town, named Coobridge, from whence I scrambled two miles further to Llanstrithyott, where the Noble Gentleman Sure John Awbrey, with his Vertuous Lady kept me three dayes, in the mean space I rode two miles to the house of the Ancient and Honorable Knight, Sir Thomas Lewis at Penmark, to whom and his good Lady, I humbly dedicate my gratitude: The same day after Dinner, I returned back to Llanstrithyott, which was to me a second Golden Grove, or Welch Paradice, for Building, Scituation, whol∣some Ayre, Pleasure and Plenty, for my free en∣tertainment there, with the Noble expression of the Gentlemans Bounty at my departure, I heartily do wish to him and his, with all the rest of my Honorable and Noble, Worshipfull and friendly Benefactors, true peace and happinesse, internall, externall, and eternall.

Monday, the 23. of August, I rode eight miles to the good Town of Cardiffe, where I was wel∣come to Mr. Aaron Price, the Town Clark there, with whom I dined, at his cost and my perrill, after Dinner he directed me two miles further, to a place called Llanrumney, where a right true bred generous Gentleman, Thomas Morgan Es∣quire, gave me such loving and liberall enter∣tainment, for which I cannot be so thankfull as the merit of it requires.

Tuesday, being both Saint Bartholomews Day,

my Birth day, the 24, of the Month, and the ve∣ry next day before Wednesday, I arose betimes, and travelled to a Town called Newport, and from thence to Carbean, and lastly to Ʋske, in all 15 well measu'd Welsh Monmouthshire miles: at Uske I lodg'd at an Inne, the house of one Master Powell.

The 25. of August I rode but 12 miles, by an unlook'd for accident, I found Bartholomew Faire at Monmouth, a hundred miles from Smithfield; there I stayed two nights upon the large reckon∣ing of Nothing to pay, for which I humbly thank my Hospitable Host, and Hostess, Master Reignald Rowse and his good Wife.

Monmouth, the Shire Town of Monmouthshire, was the last Welsh ground that I left behind me: August 27. I came to Glocester, where though I was born there, very few did know me; I was almost as ignorant as he that knew no body: my lodging there was at the signe of the George, at the house of my Namesake, Master John Tay∣lor, from whence on Saturday the 28. I rode 16. miles to Barnsley.

Of all the places in England and Wales that I have travelled to, this Village of Barnsley doth most strictly observe the Lords day, or Sunday, for little children are not suffered to walke or play: and two Women who had beene at Church both before and after Noone, did but walke into the fields for their recreation,

and they were put to their choice, either to pay sixpence apiece (for prophane walking,) or to be laid one houre in the stocks; and the pievish willfull women (though they were able enough to pay) to save their money and jest out the matter, lay both by the heeles merrily one houre.

There is no such zeale in many places and Pa∣rishes in Wales; for they have neither Service, Prayer, Sermon, Minister, or Preacher, nor any Church door opened at all, so that people do exercise and edifie in the Church-Yard, at the lawfull and laudable Games of Trap, Catt, Stool-ball, Racket, &c. on Sundayes.

From Barnsley on Monday the 30. of August, I rode 30 miles to Abington, from thence, &c. to London, where I brought both ends together on Tuesday the 7. of September.

Those that are desirous to know more of Wales, let them either travell for it as I have done, or read Mr. Camdens Brittania, or Mr. Speeds labo∣rious History, and their Geographicall Maps and Descriptions will give them more ample, or contenting satisfaction.