ABSTRACT
In the humble dwelling of Ti-gwin, there was some di culty in nding accommodation for all this good company who had so unexpectedly met together. Mrs. Evans however contrived it some how or other, packing Edward with her husband, whom he still (and probably ever will continue to do) called his father, and to whom as he told as he went to bed, ‘that he was glad of that opportunity to introduce his new coronet to his old night-cap.’ Evans replied, ‘he was sorry his coronet should keep such bad company, but hoped soon to turn his nightcap into a mitre, when they would be tter companions for each other.’ – us did these two dearest of friends manifest how little they were to be intoxicated by any worldly advantages, and/ soon sunk into that state which, next to death, is the greatest leveller of distinctions, and which prefers a night-cap both to a coronet and a mitre.
