The three sweetest scenes in North Wales: Beddgelert, Tan-y-Bwlch, and the Banks of the Menai. The three beautiful lakes: Llyn Gwynant, Llyn Peris, and Llyn Tegid. Three vales that every body ought to see: the Vale of Ffestiniog, the Vale of Llanrwst, and the Vale of Dolgelly. The three rich vales: the Vale of the Clwyd, the Vale of the Dee, and the Vale of the Severn. Three passes that every body ought to go through: the Pass of Llanberis, the Pass of Pont Aberglaslyn, and the Pass of Nantfrancon. Three good pools for anglers: Llyn Tegid, Lyn Ogwen, and Llyn Cwlid. Three good rivers for fishermen: the Dee, the Conwy, and the Vyrniw. The three finest abbeys of North Wales: Valle Crucis, Cymmer, and Basingwerk. The three finest churches in North Wales: Wrexham, Gresford, and Mold. The three bridges of North Wales: Conwy Bridge, Menai Bridge, and Llanrwst Bridge. Three out-of-the-way places that people should go to: Aberdaron, Amlwch, and Dinas Mowddwy. Three islands that are worth visiting; Puffin Island, Bardsey Island, and the South Stack. Three places that no man dares go to the end of; Twll Du in the Llidr, Cilan Point in Llyn, and Sarn Badric off Barmouth. Three things that nobody knows the end of; a Welchman’s pedigree, a Welchwoman’s tongue, and the landlord’s bill at ——. Three things, without which no pedestrian should adventure into Wales; a stout pair of shoes, a light wallet, and a waterproof cape. (Some learned travellers have proposed to substitute “stick” for “wallet” in this Triad, but the fact is that, when you go to Wales, you may cut your stick.) The three companions of the Welsh tourist; a telescope, a sketch book, and a fishing rod. The three luxuries of travelling in Wales; a stout pony, a pleasant companion, and plenty of money. Three things which, who ever visits Wales, is sure to take away with him; worn-out shoes, a shocking bad hat, and a delightful recollection of the country. Three things without which no man can enjoy travelling in Wales; good health, good spirits, and good humour. The three nastiest things in Wales; buttermilk, cwrw dda, and bacon and eggs. Three things that the tourist should. _not_ do; travel in the dark—wait in doors because it may be a rainy day—and try and keep his feet dry. The three qualifications for properly pronouncing the Welsh language; a cold in the head, a knot in the tongue, and a husk of barley in the throat. The three languages which a man may speak in Wales when he does not know Welsh: that of the Chinese, that of the Cherokees, and that of the Houhnyhms. The three languages which will carry a man all over Wales without knowing a word of Welsh; that of the arms, that of the eyes, and that of the pocket—Farewell! dear reader, _nos-dda-wch_! LIFE AND TIMES OF LORD HARDWICKE.[20]