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KEWTOWX AXD LLANLLWCHAIAEN…

IBOARDS OF GUARDIANS.

BAZAAR AT LLANFYLLIN.

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SHREWSBURY.

LLAWRYGLYN.

TREFEGLWYS.

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[ A MODERN PICKWICK.

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[ A MODERN PICKWICK. A cerrespondent writes us from a vilage in Mont- gomeryshire as follows:— When Mr Pickwick accompanied a shooting party across the fields in a wheelbarrow his astounding appetite and marvellous capacity for holding cold punch narrowly escaped bringing him into disgrace. Captain Boldwig ordered his servant to wheel the great man to the devil, but subsequently directed that he should be taken to the village pound, from which unenviable plight he was rescued by Sam Weller, who spoiled the physiognomy of the parish beadle in the feat. Why this is written is owing to an incident which occurrtd recently in this neigh- bourhood. A party of political knights and dames out for a picnic called at a picturesque spot for refreshments, and while there the spirits of one of the knights were considerably elated, to almost that extent which bordered on foolishness. His joy lei him into a friend's dogcart, where he seated himself by the side of a lady, and forthwith waxed eloquent. Finding his oratory produced no sympathetic utter- ances from his companion the modern Pickwick allowed himself to be overcome with soporific influ- ences. The owner of the vehicle, who, being a man of light and leading, abhors such infirmities as weakness for cold punch, regarded the scene with undisguised contempt, and extended a cordial itmfation to the gentleman who was reposing in his trap to alight. Provokingly lazy came the answer, What's the time?" whereupon the questioner meaningly re- marked that it was time he came off his perch. The lady descended to the ground, the usurped driver ascended the trap, and without further parley play- fully poked the sleeper in the ribs. Resenting this the arms and hands belonging to the ribs swung round, with the result that they roughly collided with the aggressor's nose. A tremendous scuffle ensued, blows were struck at intervals, each hurled carefully and deliberately thought-out oaths, with fer- vent mutual desires that each might go to a place where modern fire appliances are impracticable. Getting the worst of the fight, the trap owner dis- mounted, with the aid of a well-planted kick. The horse was unharnessed, the shafts of the conveyance placed on the ground, and surrounded by a mixed crowd of admirers, the ardent knight endeavoured to sleep the sleep of the just. However, on the infor- mation being imparted that a gentleman, who when once in his clutches sticketh closer than a brother, was in sight, the aroused sleeper essayed an attempt to come down. Whether he was suffering from diseased knees or that he saw too many steps is un- certain, but his descent to the ground was more expeditious than graceful. A brawny smith acted the part of the good Samaritan, lifted up the damaged anatomy of the fallen, and led him into a refuge, where, with a sack for a bed and chump o wood for a pillow, his exuberant spirits evaporatedf

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