"Andwherewouldtheybesentto？"
　　"PerhapstoIreland，"wasmyanswer，whereuponhestartedupwithanotherMynDiawl，expressingthegreatestdreadofbeingsenttoIwerddon。
　　"Yououghttorejoiceinyourchanceofgoingthere，"saidI，"Iwerddonisabeautifulcountry，andaboundswithwhisky。"
　　"AndtheIrish？"saidhe。
　　"Hearty，jollyfellows，"saidI，"ifyouknowhowtomanagethem，andallgentlemen。"
　　Herehebecameveryviolent，sayingthatIdidnotspeaktruth，forthathehadseenplentyofIrishcampingamidstthehills，thatthemenwerehalfnakedandthewomenwerethreepartsso，andthattheycarriedtheirchildrenontheirbacks。HethensaidthathehopedsomebodywouldspeedilykillNicholas，inorderthatthewarmightbeatanendandhimselfnotsenttoIwerddon。HethenaskedifIthoughtCronstadtcouldbetaken。IsaidIbelieveditcould，providedtheheartsofthosewhoweresenttotakeitwereintherightplace。
　　"Wheredoyouthinktheheartsofthosearewhoaregoneagainstit？"saidhe—speakingwithgreatvehemence。
　　Imadenootheranswerthanbytakingmyglassanddrinking。
　　HiscompanionnowlookingatourhabilimentswhichwereinratheradrippingconditionaskedJohnJonesifwehadcomefromfar。
　　"WehavebeentoPontyMeibion，"saidJones，"toseethechairofHuwMorris，"addingthattheGwrBoneddigwasagreatadmirerofthesongsoftheEosCeiriog。
　　Hehadnosoonersaidthesewordsthantheintoxicatedmilitiamanstartedup，andstrikingthetablewithhisfistsaid："Iamapoorstone—cutter—thisisarainydayandIhavecomeheretopassitinthebestwayIcan。Iamsomewhatdrunk，butthoughI
　　amapoorstone—mason，aprivateinthemilitia，andnotsosoberasIshouldbe，IcanrepeatmoreofthesongsoftheEosthananymanalive，howevergreatagentleman，howeversober—morethanSirWatkin，morethanColonelBiddulphhimself。"
　　Hethenbegantorepeatwhatappearedtobepoetry，forIcoulddistinguishtherhymesoccasionally，thoughowingtohisbrokenutteranceitwasimpossibleformetomakeoutthesenseofthewords。FeelingagreatdesiretoknowwhatversesofHuwMorristheintoxicatedyouthwouldrepeat，Itookoutmypocket—bookandrequestedJones，whowasmuchbetteracquaintedwithWelshpronunciation，underanycircumstances，thanmyself，toendeavourtowritedownfromthemouthoftheyoungfellowanyversesuppermostinhismind。Jonestookthepocket—bookandpencilandwenttothewindow，followedbytheyoungmanscarcelyabletosupporthimself。Hereacuriousscenetookplace，thedrinkerhiccupingupverses，andJonesdottingthemdown，inthebestmannerhecould，thoughhehadevidentlygreatdifficultytodistinguishwhatwassaidtohim。Atlast，methought，theyoungmansaid—"Theretheyare，theversesoftheNightingale，onhisdeath—bed。"
　　ItookthebookandreadaloudthefollowinglinesbeautifullydescriptiveoftheeagernessofaChristiansoultoleaveitsperishingtabernacle，andgettoParadiseanditsCreator：—
　　"Myn’di’rwylarredeg，I’rbydaberyichwaneg，IBeradwys，yberwiwdeg，YnEnwDuwynuniondeg。"
　　"Doyouunderstandthoseverses？"saidthemanonthesettle，adarkswarthyfellowwithanobliquekindofvision，anddressedinapepper—and—saltcoat。
　　"Iwilltranslatethem，"saidI；andforthwithputthemintoEnglish—firstintoproseandthenintorhyme，therhymedversionrunningthus：—
　　"NowtomyrestIhurryaway，Totheworldwhichlastsforeverandaye，ToParadise，thebeautifulplace，TrustingaloneintheLordofGrace"—
　　"Well，"saidheofthepepper—and—salt，"ifthatisn’tcapitalI
　　don’tknowwhatis。"
　　Asceneinapublic—house，yes！butinaWelshpublic—house。OnlythinkofaSuffolktoperrepeatingthedeath—bedversesofapoet；
　　surelythereisaconsiderabledifferencebetweentheCeltandtheSaxon。
　　CHAPTERXXII
　　LlangollenFair—BuyersandSellers—TheJockey—TheGreekCap。
　　ONthetwenty—firstwasheldLlangollenFair。Thedaywasdullwithoccasionalshowers。Iwenttoseethefairaboutnoon。Itwasheldinandnearalittlesquareinthesouth—eastquarterofthetown，ofwhichsquarethepolice—stationistheprincipalfeatureonthesideofthewest，andaninn，bearingthesignoftheGrapes，ontheeast。Thefairwasalittlebustlingfair，attendedbyplentyofpeoplefromthecountry，andfromtheEnglishborder，andbysomewhoappearedtocomefromagreaterdistancethantheborder。Adenserowofcartsextendedfromthepolice—
　　stationhalfacrossthespace，thesecartswerefilledwithpigs，andhadstoutcord—nettingsdrawnoverthem，topreventtheanimalsescaping。Bythesidesofthesecartstheprincipalbusinessofthefairappearedtobegoingon—therestoodtheownersmaleandfemale，higglingwithLlangollenmenandwomen，whocametobuy。
　　Thepigswereallsmall，andthepricegivenseemedtovaryfromeighteentotwenty—fiveshillings。Thosewhoboughtpigsgenerallycarriedthemawayintheirarms；andthentherewasnolittlediversion；direwasthescreamingoftheporkers，yetthepurchaserinvariablyappearedtoknowhowtomanagehisbargain，keepingtheleftarmroundthebodyoftheswineandwiththerighthandfastgrippingtheear—somefewwereledawaybystrings。ThereweresomeWelshcattle，smallofcourse，andthepurchasersoftheseseemedtobeEnglishmen，tallburlyfellowsingeneral，farexceedingtheWelshinheightandsize。
　　Muchbusinessinthecattle—linedidnotseem，however，tobegoingon。Nowandthenabigfellowmadeanoffer，andheldouthishandforalittlePictishgraziertogiveitaslap—acattlebargainbeingconcludedbyaslapofthehand—buttheWelshmangenerallyturnedaway，withahalfresentfulexclamation。Therewereafewhorsesandponiesinthestreetleadingintothefairfromthesouth。
　　Isawnonesold，however。Atallathleticfigurewasstridingamongstthem，evidentlyajockeyandastranger，lookingatthemandoccasionallyaskingaslightquestionofoneoranotheroftheirproprietors，buthedidnotbuy。Hemightinagebeabouteight—and—twenty，andaboutsixfeetandthree—quartersofaninchinheight；inbuildhewasperfectionitself，abetterbuiltmanI
　　neversaw。Heworeacapandabrownjockeycoat，trowsers，leggingsandhigh—lows，andsportedasinglespur。Hehadwhiskers—alljockeysshouldhavewhiskers—buthehadwhatIdidnotlike，andwhatnogenuinejockeyshouldhave，amoustache，whichlookscoxcombicalandFrenchified—butmostthingshaveterriblychangedsinceIwasyoung。Threeorfourhardy—lookingfellows，policemen，wereglidingaboutintheirbluecoatsandleatherhats，holdingtheirthinwalking—sticksbehindthem；conspicuousamongstwhomwastheleader，atalllathyNorthBritonwithakeeneyeandhardfeatures。NowifIaddtherewasmuchgabblingofWelshroundabout，andhereandtheresomeslightsawingofEnglish—thatinthestreetleadingfromthenorththereweresomestallsofgingerbreadandatableatwhichaqueer—lookingbeingwitharedGreek—lookingcaponhishead，soldrhubarb，herbs，andphialscontainingtheLordknowswhat，andwhospokealowvulgarEnglishdialect—Irepeat，ifIaddthis，IthinkIhavesaidallthatisnecessaryaboutLlangollenFair。
　　CHAPTERXXIII
　　AnExpedition—PontyPandy—TheSabbath—Glendower’sMount—
　　BurialPlaceofOld—Corwen—TheDeepGlen—TheGrandmother—
　　TheRoadsideChapel。
　　IWASnowabouttoleaveLlangollen，forashorttime，andtosetoutonanexpeditiontoBangor，Snowdon，andoneortwoplacesinAnglesea。Ihaddeterminedtomakethejourneyonfoot，inorderthatImighthaveperfectlibertyofaction，andenjoythebestopportunitiesofseeingthecountry。MywifeanddaughterweretomeetmeatBangor，towhichplacetheywouldrepairbytherailroad，andfromwhich，afterseeingsomeofthemountaindistricts，theywouldreturntoLlangollenbythewaytheycame，whereIproposedtojointhem，returning，however，byadifferentwayfromtheoneIwent，thatImighttraversenewdistricts。
　　Abouteleveno’clockofabrilliantSundaymorningIleftLlangollen，afterreadingthemorning—serviceoftheChurchtomyfamily。IsetoutonaSundaybecauseIwasanxioustoobservethegeneraldemeanourofthepeople，intheinteriorofthecountry，ontheSabbath。
　　Idirectedmycoursetowardsthewest，totheheadofthevalley。
　　Mywifeanddaughterafterwalkingwithmeaboutamilebademefarewell，andreturned。QuickeningmypaceIsoonleftLlangollenvalleybehindmeandenteredanothervale，alongwhichtheroadwhichIwasfollowing，andwhichledtoCorwenandotherplaces，mightbeseenextendingformiles。Lumpyhillswerecloseuponmyleft，theDeerunningnoisilybetweensteepbanks，fringedwithtrees，wasonmyright；beyonditrosehillswhichformpartofthewalloftheValeofClwyd；theirtopsbare，buttheirsidespleasantlycolouredwithyellowcorn—fieldsandwoodsofdarkverdure。Aboutanhour’swalking，fromthetimewhenIenteredthevalley，broughtmetoabridgeoveragorge，downwhichwaterrantotheDee。Istoppedandlookedoverthesideofthebridgenearesttothehill。Ahugerockaboutfortyfeetlongbytwentybroad，occupiedtheentirebedofthegorge，justabovethebridge，withtheexceptionofalittlegullettotheright，downwhichbetweentherockandahighbank，onwhichstoodacottage，arunofwaterpurledandbrawled。Therocklookedexactlylikeahugewhalelyingonitsside，withitsbackturnedtowardstherunnel。
　　Aboveitwasaglenoftrees。AfterIhadbeengazingalittletimeamanmakinghisappearanceatthedoorofthecottagejustbeyondthebridgeIpassedon，anddrawingnightohim，afteraslightsalutation，askedhiminEnglishthenameofthebridge。
　　"Thenameofthebridge，sir，"saidtheman，inverygoodEnglish，"isPontyPandy。"
　　"Doesnotthatmeanthebridgeofthefullingmill？"
　　"Ibelieveitdoes，sir，"saidtheman。
　　"Isthereafullingmillnear？"
　　"No，sir，therewasonesometimeago，butitisnowasawingmill。"
　　Hereawoman，comingout，lookedatmesteadfastly。
　　"Isthatgentlewomanyourwife？"
　　"Sheisnogentlewoman，sir，butsheismywife。"
　　"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"
　　"WeareCalvinistic—Methodists，sir。"
　　"Haveyoubeentochapel？"
　　"Wearejustreturned，sir。"
　　Herethewomansaidsomethingtoherhusband，whichIdidnothear，butthepurportofwhichIguessedfromthefollowingquestionwhichheimmediatelyput。
　　"Haveyoubeentochapel，sir？"
　　"Idonotgotochapel；IbelongtotheChurch。"
　　"Haveyoubeentochurch，sir？"
　　"Ihavenot—Isaidmyprayersathome，andthenwalkedout。"
　　"ItisnotrighttowalkoutontheSabbath—day，excepttogotochurchorchapel。"
　　"Whotoldyouso？"
　　"ThelawofGod，whichsaysyoushallkeepholytheSabbath—day。"
　　"Iamnotkeepingitunholy。"
　　"Youarewalkingabout，andinWaleswhenweseeapersonwalkingidlyabout，ontheSabbath—day，weareinthehabitofsaying，Sabbath—breaker，whereareyougoing？"
　　"TheSonofManwalkedthroughthefieldsontheSabbath—day，whyshouldInotwalkalongtheroads？"
　　"HewhocalledHimselftheSonofManwasGodandcoulddowhatHepleased，butyouarenotGod。"
　　"ButHecameintheshapeofamantosetanexample。HadtherebeenanythingwronginwalkingaboutontheSabbath—day，Hewouldnothavedoneit。"
　　Herethewifeexclaimed，"Howworldly—wisetheseEnglishare！"
　　"YoudonotliketheEnglish，"saidI。
　　"Wedonotdislikethem，"saidthewoman；"atpresenttheydousnoharm，whatevertheydidofold。"
　　"Butyoustillconsiderthem，"saidI，"theseedofYSarfescadwynog，thecoilingserpent。"
　　"Ishouldbelothtocallanypeopletheseedoftheserpent，"saidthewoman。
　　"Butoneofyourgreatbardsdid，"saidI。
　　"HemusthavebelongedtotheChurch，andnottothechapelthen，"
　　saidthewoman。"Nopersonwhowenttochapelwouldhaveusedsuchbadwords。"
　　"Helived，"saidI，"beforepeoplewereseparatedintothoseoftheChurchandthechapel；didyoueverhearofTaliesinBenBeirdd？"
　　"Ineverdid，"saidthewoman。
　　"ButIhave，"saidtheman；"andofOwainGlendowertoo。"
　　"DopeopletalkmuchofOwenGlendowerintheseparts？"saidI。
　　"Plenty，"saidtheman，"andnowonder，forwhenhewasalivehewasmuchabouthere—somewayfartheronthereisamount，onthebankoftheDee，calledthemountofOwenGlendower，whereitissaidheusedtostandandlookoutafterhisenemies。"
　　"Isiteasytofind？"saidI。
　　"Veryeasy，"saidtheman，"itstandsrightupontheDeeandiscoveredwithtrees；thereisnomistakingit。"
　　Ibadethemanandhiswifefarewell，andproceededonmyway。
　　Afterwalkingaboutamile，IperceivedakindofelevationwhichansweredtothedescriptionofGlendower’smount，whichthemanbythebridgehadgivenme。Itstoodontherighthand，atsomedistancefromtheroad，acrossafield。AsIwasstandinglookingatitamancameupfromthedirectioninwhichImyselfhadcome。
　　Hewasamiddle—agedman，plainlybutdecentlydressed，andhadsomethingoftheappearanceofafarmer。
　　"Whathillmaythatbe？"saidIinEnglish，pointingtotheelevation。
　　"DimSaesneg，sir，"saidtheman，lookingrathersheepish，"DimgairoSaesneg。"
　　RathersurprisedthatapersonofhisappearanceshouldnothaveawordofEnglish，IrepeatedmyquestioninWelsh。
　　"Ah，youspeakCumraeg，sir；"saidthemanevidentlysurprisedthatapersonofmyEnglishappearanceshouldspeakWelsh。"Iamgladofit！Whathillisthat，youask—DynaMontOwainGlyndwr，sir。"
　　"Isiteasytogetto？"saidI。
　　"Quiteeasy，sir，"saidtheman。"IfyoupleaseIwillgowithyou。"
　　Ithankedhim，andopeningagateheconductedmeacrossthefieldtothemountoftheWelshhero。
　　ThemountofOwenGlendowerstandscloseuponthesouthernbankoftheDee，andisnearlycoveredwithtreesofvariouskinds。Itisaboutthirtyfeethighfromtheplain，andaboutthesamediameteratthetop。Adeepblackpooloftheriverwhichhererunsfarbeneaththesurfaceofthefield，purlsandtwistsunderthenorthernside，whichisverysteep，thoughseverallargeoaksspringoutofit。Thehillisevidentlytheworkofart，andappearedtometobesomeburying—placeofold。
　　"AndthisisthehillofOwainGlyndwr？"saidI。
　　"DymaMontOwainGlyndwr，sir，lleyroeddynsefylliedrychameielvnionyndyfodoGaerLleon。ThisisthehillofOwainGlendower，sir，wherehewasinthehabitofstandingtolookoutforhisenemiescomingfromChester。"
　　"Isupposeitwasnotcoveredwithtreesthen？"saidI。
　　"No，sir；ithasnotbeenlongplantedwithtrees。Theysay，however，thattheoakswhichhangovertheriverareveryold。"
　　"Dotheysaywhoraisedthishill？"
　　"SomesaythatGodraisedit，sir；othersthatOwainGlendowerraisedit。Whodoyouthinkraisedit？"
　　"Ibelievethatitwasraisedbyman，butnotbyOwenGlendower。
　　Hemayhavestooduponit，towatchforthecomingofhisenemies，butIbelieveitwasherelongbeforehistime，andthatitwasraisedoversomeolddeadkingbythepeoplewhomhehadgoverned。"
　　"Dotheyburykingsbythesideofrivers，sir？"
　　"Intheoldtimetheydid，andonthetopsofmountains；theyburnttheirbodiestoashes，placedtheminpotsandraisedheapsofearthorstonesoverthem。Heapslikethishavefrequentlybeenopened，andfoundtocontainpotswithashesandbones。"
　　"IwishallEnglishcouldspeakWelsh，sir。"
　　"Why？"
　　"BecausethenwepoorWelshwhocanspeaknoEnglishcouldlearnmuchwhichwedonotknow。"
　　Descendingthemonticlewewalkedalongtheroadtogether。AfteralittletimeIaskedmycompanionofwhatoccupationhewasandwherehelived。
　　"Iamasmallfarmer，sir，"saidhe，"andliveatLlansanfraidGlynDyfrdwyacrosstheriver。"
　　"Howcomesit，"saidI，"thatyoudonotknowEnglish？"
　　"WhenIwasyoung，"saidhe，"andcouldhaveeasilylearntit，I
　　carednothingaboutit，andnowthatIamoldandseeitsuse，itistoolatetoacquireit。"
　　"Ofwhatreligionareyou？"saidI。
　　"IamoftheChurch，"hereplied。
　　Iwasabouttoaskhimifthereweremanypeopleofhispersuasionintheseparts；before，however，Icoulddosoheturneddownaroadtotherightwhichledtowardsasmallbridge，andsayingthatwashiswayhome，bademefarewellanddeparted。
　　IarrivedatCorwenwhichisjusttenmilesfromLlangollenandwhichstandsbeneathavastrangeofrocksattheheadofthevalleyupwhichIhadbeencoming，andwhichiscalledGlyndyfrdwy，orthevalleyoftheDeewater。Itwasnowabouttwoo’clock，andfeelingratherthirstyIwenttoaninnveryappropriatelycalledtheOwenGlendower，beingtheprincipalinnintheprincipaltownofwhatwasoncethedomainofthegreatOwen。HereIstoppedforaboutanhourrefreshingmyselfandoccasionallylookingintoanewspaperinwhichwasanexcellentarticleonthecaseofpoorLieutenantP。IthenstartedforCerrig—y—Drudion，distantabouttenmiles，whereIproposedtopassthenight。Directingmycoursetothenorth—west，IcrossedabridgeovertheDeewaterandthenproceededrapidlyalongtheroad，whichforsomewaylaybetweencorn—fields，inmanyofwhichsheaveswerepiledup，showingthattheWelshharvestwasbegun。Isoonpassedoveralittlestream，thenameofwhichIwastoldwasAlowan。"Oh，whatablessingitistobeabletospeakWelsh！"saidI，findingthatnotapersontowhomIaddressedmyselfhadawordofEnglishtobestowuponme。
　　AfterwalkingforaboutfivemilesIcametoabeautifulbutwildcountryofmountainandwoodwithhereandthereafewcottages。
　　Theroadatlengthmakinganabruptturntothenorth，Ifoundmyselfwithalowstonewallonmyleft，onthevergeofaprofoundravine，andahighbankcoveredwithtreesonmyright。Projectingoutovertheravinewasakindoflookingplace，protectedbyawall，formingahalf—circle，doubtlessmadebytheproprietorofthedomainfortheuseoftheadmirersofscenery。ThereI
　　stationedmyself，andforsometimeenjoyedoneofthewildestandmostbeautifulscenesimaginable。Belowmewasthedeepnarrowglenorravine，downwhichamountaintorrentroaredandfoamed。
　　Beyonditwasamountainrisingsteeply，itsnearerside，whichwasindeepshade，thesunhavinglongsunkbelowitstop，hirsutewithallkindsoftrees，fromthehighestpinnacledowntothetorrent’sbrink。Cutonthetopsurfaceofthewall，whichwasofslate，andthereforeeasilyimpressiblebytheknife，wereseveralnames，doubtlessthoseoftourists，whohadgazedfromthelook—outontheprospect，amongstwhichIobservedinremarkablyboldlettersthatofT……
　　"Eagerforimmortality，MrT。，"saidI；"butyouarenoH。M。，noHuwMorris。"
　　LeavingthelookingplaceIproceeded，and，afteroneortwoturnings，cametoanother，whichaffordedaviewifpossibleyetmoregrand，beautifulandwild，themostprominentobjectsofwhichwereakindofdevil’sbridgeflungoverthedeepglenanditsfoamingwater，andastrange—lookinghillbeyondit，belowwhich，withawoodoneitherside，stoodawhitefarm—house—sendingfromatallchimneyathinmistyreekuptothesky。Icrossedthebridge，which，howeverdiabolicallyfantasticalitlookedatadistance，seemedwhenonewasuponit，capableofbearinganyweight，andsoonfoundmyselfbythefarm—housepastwhichthewayled。Anagedwomansatonastoolbythedoor。
　　"Afineevening，"saidIinEnglish。
　　"DimSaesneg；"saidtheagedwoman。
　　"Oh，theblessingofbeingabletospeakWelsh，"saidI；andthenrepeatedinthatlanguagewhatIhadsaidtoherintheothertongue。
　　"Idaresay，"saidtheagedwoman，"tothosewhocansee。"
　　"Canyounotsee？"
　　"Verylittle。Iamalmostblind。"
　　"Canyounotseeme？"
　　"Icanseesomethingtallanddarkbeforeme；thatisall。"
　　"Canyoutellmethenameofthebridge？"
　　"PontyGlynbin—thebridgeoftheglenoftrouble。"
　　"Andwhatisthenameofthisplace？"
　　"Penybont—theheadofthebridge。"
　　"Whatisyourownname？"
　　"CatherineHughes。"
　　"Howoldareyou？"
　　"Fifteenafterthreetwenties。"
　　"Ihaveamotherthreeafterfourtwenties；thatiseightyearsolderthanyourself。"
　　"Canshesee？"
　　"BetterthanI—shecanreadthesmallestletters。"
　　"Mayshelongbeacomforttoyou！"
　　"Thankyou—areyouthemistressofthehouse？"
　　"Iamthegrandmother。"
　　"Arethepeopleinthehouse？"
　　"Theyarenot—theyareatthechapel。"
　　"Andtheyleftyoualone？"
　　"TheyleftmewithmyGod。"
　　"Isthechapelfarfromhere？"
　　"Aboutamile。"
　　"OntheroadtoCerrigyDrudion？"
　　"OntheroadtoCerrigyDrudion。"
　　Ibadeherfarewell，andpushedon—theroadwasgood，withhighrockybanksoneachside。Afterwalkingaboutthedistanceindicatedbytheoldlady，Ireachedabuilding，whichstoodontheright—handsideoftheroad，andwhichIhadnodoubtwasthechapel，fromahalf—groaning，half—singingnoisewhichproceededfromit。Thedoorbeingopen，Ientered，andstoodjustwithinit，bare—headed。Arathersingularscenepresenteditself。Withinalargedimly—lightedroom，anumberofpeoplewereassembled，partlyseatedinrudepews，andpartlyonbenches。Beneathakindofaltar，afewyardsfromthedoor，stoodthreemen—themiddlemostwasprayinginWelshinasingularkindofchant，withhisarmsstretchedout。Icoulddistinguishthewords，"Jesusdescendamongus！sweetJesusdescendamongus—quickly。"Hespokeveryslowly，andtowardstheendofeverysentencedroppedhisvoice，sothatwhathesaidwasanythingbutdistinct。AsIstoodwithinthedoor，amandressedincoarsegarmentscameuptomefromtheinteriorofthebuilding，andcourteously，andinexcellentWelsh，askedmetocomewithhimandtakeaseat。Withequalcourtesy，butfarinferiorWelsh，IassuredhimthatImeantnoharm，butwishedtobepermittedtoremainnearthedoor，whereuponwithalowbowheleftme。Whenthemanhadconcludedhisprayer，thewholeofthecongregationbegansingingahymn，manyofthevoicesweregruffanddiscordant，twoorthree，however，wereofgreatpower，andsomeofthefemaleonesofsurprisingsweetness。Attheconclusionofthehymn，anotherofthethreemenbythealtarbegantopray，justinthesamemannerashiscomradehaddone，andseeminglyusingmuchthesamewords。Whenhehaddone，therewasanotherhymn，afterwhich，seeingthatthecongregationwasabouttobreakup，Ibowedmyheadtowardstheinteriorofthebuilding，anddeparted。
　　Emergingfromthehollowway，Ifoundmyselfonamoor，overwhichtheroadlayinthedirectionofthenorth。Towardsthewest，atanimmensedistance，rosearangeofstupendoushills，whichI
　　subsequentlylearnedwerethoseofSnowdon—abouttenminutes’
　　walkingbroughtmetoCerrigyDrudion，asmallvillageneararockyelevation，fromwhich，nodoubt，theplacetakesitsname，whichinterpreted，istheRockofHeroes。