suddenlystartedupinthebedbroadawake。TherewasagreatnoisebelowthewindowofplungingandstrugglinginterspersedwithWelshoaths。Thentherewasasoundasifofaheavyfall，andpresentlyagroan。"Ishouldn’twonder，"saidI，"ifthatfellowwiththehorsehasverifiedmywords，andhaseitherbrokenhishorse’sneckorhisown。However，ifhehas，hehasnoonetoblamebuthimself。Igavehimfairwarning，andshallgivemyselfnofurthertroubleaboutthematter，butgotosleep，"andsoI
　　did。
　　CHAPTERXXXV
　　BrilliantMorning—TravellingwithEdification—AGoodClergyman—Gybi。
　　IAWOKEaboutsixo’clockinthemorning，havingpassedthenightmuchbetterthanIanticipated。Thesunwasshiningbrightandgloriouslyintotheapartment。OnlookingintotheotherbedI
　　foundthatmychums，theyoungfarm—labourers，haddesertedit。
　　Theywereprobablyalreadyinthefieldbusyatlabour。AfterlyingalittletimelongerIarose，dressedmyselfandwentdown。
　　IfoundmyfriendhonestPritchardsmokinghismorningpipeatthefrontdoor，andaftergivinghimtheseleoftheday，Iinquiredofhimthecauseofthedisturbancebeneathmywindowthenightbefore，andlearnedthatthemanofthehorsehadbeenthrownbytheanimaloffitsback，thatthehorsealmostimmediatelyafterhadslippeddown，andbothhadbeenledhomeverymuchhurt。Wethentalkedaboutfarmingandthecrops，andatlengthgotintoadiscourseaboutLiverpool。Iaskedhimhowhelikedthatmightyseaport；hesaidverywell，butthathedidnotknowmuchaboutit—forthoughhehadahousetherewherehisfamilyhadresided，hehadnotlivedmuchatLiverpoolhimself，hisabsencesfromthatplacehavingbeenmanyandlong。
　　"HaveyoutravelledthenmuchaboutEngland？"saidI。
　　"No，"hereplied。"WhenIhavetravelledithaschieflybeenacrosstheseatoforeignplaces。"
　　"Butwhatforeignplaceshaveyouvisited？"saidI。
　　"Ihavevisited，"saidPritchard，"Constantinople，Alexandria，andsomeothercitiesinthesouthlatitudes。"
　　"Dearme，"saidI，"youhaveseensomeofthemostcelebratedplacesintheworld—andyetyouweresilent，andsaidnothingaboutyourtravelswhilstthatfellowBoswaspluminghimselfathavingbeenatsuchplacesasNorthamptonandWorcester，thehauntsofshoe—makersandpig—jobbers。"
　　"Ah，"saidPritchard，"butMrBoshastravelledwithedification；
　　itisafinethingtohavetravelledwhenonehasdonesowithedification，butIhavenot。Thereisavastdealofdifferencebetweenmeandhim—heisconsideredthe’cutestmanintheseparts，andismuchlookedupto。"
　　"Youarereally，"saidI，"themostmodestpersonIhaveeverknownandtheleastaddictedtoenvy。Letmeseewhetheryouhavetravelledwithoutedification。"
　　Ithenquestionedhimabouttheplaceswhichhehadmentioned，andfoundheknewagreatdealaboutthem，amongstotherthingshedescribedCleopatra’sneedle，andtheAtMaidanatConstantinoplewithsurprisingexactness。
　　"Youputmeout，"saidI；"youconsideryourselfinferiortothatdrovingfellowBos，andtohavetravelledwithoutedification，whereasyouknowathousandtimesmorethanhe，andindeedmuchmorethanmanyapersonwhomakeshisfivehundredayearbygoingaboutlecturingonforeignplaces，butasIamnoflattererIwilltellyouthatyouhaveafaultwhichwillalwayspreventyourrisinginthisworld，youhavemodesty；thosewhohavemodestyshallhavenoadvancement，whilstthosewhocanblowtheirownhornlustily，shallbemadegovernors。Butallowmetoaskyouinwhatcapacityyouwentabroad？"
　　"Asengineertovarioussteamships，"saidPritchard。
　　"Adirectorofthepowerofsteam，"saidI，"andanexplorerofthewondersofIscander’scitywillingtoholdthecandletoMrBos。I
　　willtellyouwhat，youaretoogoodforthisworld，letushopeyouwillhaveyourrewardinthenext。"
　　Ibreakfastedandaskedformybill；thebillamountedtolittleornothing—half—a—crownIthinkfortea—dinner，sundryjugsofale，bedandbreakfast。Idefrayedit，andtheninquiredwhetheritwouldbepossibleformetoseetheinsideofthechurch。
　　"Ohyes，"saidPritchard。"Icanletyouin，forIamchurchwardenandhavethekey。"
　　Thechurchwasalittleedificeofsomeantiquity，withalittlewingandwithoutaspire；itwassituatedamidstagroveoftrees。
　　Aswestoodwithourhatsoffinthesacrededifice，IaskedPritchardifthereweremanyMethodistsinthoseparts。
　　"Notsomanyastherewere，"saidPritchard，"theyarerapidlydecreasing，andindeeddissentersingeneral。Thecauseoftheirdecreaseisthatagoodclergymanhaslatelycomehere，whovisitsthesickandpreachesChrist，andinfactdoeshisduty。IfallourclergymenwerelikehimtherewouldnotbemanydissentersinYnisFon。"
　　Outsidethechurch，inthewall，IobservedatabletwiththefollowinginscriptioninEnglish。
　　HereliethinterredthebodyofAnn，wifeofRobertPaston，whodeceasedthesixthdayofOctober，AnnoDomini。
　　1671。
　　P。
　　R。A。
　　"Youseemstruckwiththatwriting？"saidPritchard，observingthatIstoodmotionless，staringatthetablet。
　　"ThenameofPaston，"saidI，"struckme；itisthenameofavillageinmyownnativedistrict，fromwhichanoldfamily，nowalmostextinct，deriveditsname。HowcameaPastonintoYnysFon？
　　Arethereanypeoplebearingthatnameatpresentintheseparts？"
　　"NotthatIamaware，"saidPritchard，"IwonderwhohiswifeAnnwas？"saidI，"fromthestyleofthattabletshemusthavebeenaconsiderableperson。"
　　"PerhapsshewasthedaughteroftheLewisfamilyofLlanDyfnant，"
　　saidPritchard；"that’sanoldfamilyandarichone。PerhapshecamefromadistanceandsawandmarriedadaughteroftheLewisofDyfnant—morethanonestrangerhasdoneso。LordViviancamefromadistanceandsawandmarriedadaughteroftherichLewisofDyfnant。"
　　IshookhonestPritchardbythehand，thankedhimforhiskindnessandwishedhimfarewell，whereuponhegavemineaheartysqueeze，thankingmeformycustom。
　　"Whichismyway，"saidI，"toPenCaerGybi？"
　　"YoumustgoaboutamileontheBangorroad，andthenturningtotherightpassthroughPenmynnydd，butwhattakesyoutoHolyhead？"
　　"Iwishtosee，"saidI，"theplacewhereCybithetawnysaintpreachedandworshipped。Hewascalledtawnybecausefromhisfrequentwalksintheblazeofthesunhisfacehadbecomemuchsun—burnt。Thisisafuriouslyhotday，andperhapsbythetimeI
　　gettoHolyhead，Imaybesosun—burntastobeabletopassforCybihimself。"
　　CHAPTERXXXVI
　　Moelfre—OwainGwynedd—ChurchofPenmynnydd—TheRoseofMona。
　　LEAVINGPentraethCochIretracedmywayalongtheBangorroadtillIcametotheturningontheright。HereIdivergedfromtheaforesaidroad，andproceededalongonewhichlednearlyduewest；
　　aftertravellingaboutamileIstopped，onthetopofalittlehill；cornfieldswereoneitherside，andinoneanagedmanwasreapingclosetotheroad；Ilookedsouth，west，northandeast；tothesouthwastheSnowdonrangefaraway，withtheWyddfajustdiscernible；tothewestandnorthwasnothingveryremarkable，buttotheeastorrathernorth—east，wasmountainLidiartandthetallhillconfrontingitacrossthebay。
　　"Canyoutellme，"saidItotheoldreaper，"thenameofthatbaldhill，whichlookstowardsLidiart？"
　　"WecallthathillMoelfre，"saidtheoldmandesistingfromhislabour，andtouchinghishat。
　　"Dearme，"saidI；"Moelfre，Moelfre！"
　　"Isthereanythingwonderfulinthename，sir？"saidtheoldmansmiling。
　　"Thereisnothingwonderfulinthename，"saidI，"whichmerelymeansthebaldhill，butitbringswonderfulrecollectionstomymind。IlittlethoughtwhenIwaslookingfromtheroadnearPentraethCochyesterdayonthathill，andthebayandstrandbelowit，andadmiringthetranquillitywhichreignedoverall，thatI
　　wasgazinguponthesceneofoneofthemosttremendousconflictsrecordedinhistoryorpoetry。"
　　"Dearme，"saidtheoldreaper；"andwhommayithavebeenbetween？
　　theFrenchandEnglish，Isuppose。"
　　"No，"saidI；"itwasfoughtbetweenoneofyourWelshkings，thegreatOwainGwynedd，andcertainnorthernandIrishenemiesofhis。"
　　"Onlythink，"saidtheoldman，"anditwasafiercebattle，sir？"
　　"Itwas，indeed，"saidI；"accordingtothewordsofapoet，whodescribedit，theMenaicouldnotebbonaccountofthetorrentofbloodwhichflowedintoit，slaughterwasheapeduponslaughter，shoutfollowedshout，andaroundMoelfreathousandwarflagswaved。"
　　"Well，sir，"saidtheoldman，"Ineverbeforeheardanythingaboutit，indeedIdon’ttroublemyheadwithhistories，unlesstheybeBiblehistories。"
　　"AreyouaChurchman？"saidI。
　　"No，"saidtheoldman，shortly；"IamaMethodist。"
　　"IbelongtotheChurch，"saidI。
　　"SoIshouldhaveguessed，sir，byyourbeingsowellacquaintedwithpennillionandhistories。Ah，theChurch……"
　　"Thisisdreadfullyhotweather，saidI，"andIshouldliketoofferyousixpenceforale，butasIamaChurchmanIsupposeyouwouldnotacceptitfrommyhands。"
　　"TheLordforbid，sir，"saidtheoldman，"thatIshouldbesouncharitable！Ifyourhonourchoosestogivemesixpence，Iwillreceiveitwillingly。Thankyourhonour！Well，IhaveoftensaidthereisagreatdealofgoodintheChurchofEngland。"
　　IoncemorelookedatthehillwhichoverlookedthesceneofOwenGwynedd’striumphovertheunitedforcesoftheIrishLochlandersandNormans，andthenafterinquiringoftheoldmanwhetherIwasintherightdirectionforPenmynnydd，andfindingthatIwas，I
　　setoffatagreatpace，singingoccasionallysnatchesofBlackRobin’sodeinpraiseofAnglesey，amongstothersthefollowingstanza：—
　　"BreadofthewholesomestisfoundInmymother—landofAnglesey；
　　FriendlybounteousmenaboundInPenmynnyddofAnglesey。"
　　IreachedPenmynnydd，asmallvillageconsistingofafewwhitehousesandamill。ThemeaningofPenmynnyddisliterallythetopofahill。Thevillagedoesnotstandonahill，butthechurchwhichisatsomedistance，standsonone，orratheronahillock。
　　Anditisprobablefromthecircumstanceofthechurchstandingonahillock，thattheparishderivesitsname。Towardsthechurchafteraslightglanceatthevillage，Iproceededwithhastysteps，andwassoonatthefootofthehillock。Ahouse，thatoftheclergyman，standsnearthechurch，onthetopofthehill。I
　　openedagate，andenteredalanewhichseemedtoleaduptothechurch。
　　AsIwaspassingsomelowbuildings，probablyofficespertainingtothehouse，aheadwasthrustfromadoorway，whichstaredatme。
　　Itwasastrangehirsutehead，andprobablylookedmorestrangeandhirsutethanitnaturallywas，owingtoitshavingahairycapuponit。
　　"Goodday，"saidI。
　　"Goodday，sar，"saidthehead，andinamomentmoreamanofmiddlestature，aboutfifty，inhairycap，shirt—sleeves，andgreenapronroundhiswaist，stoodbeforeme。Helookedthebeau—idealofaservantofallwork。
　　"CanIseethechurch？"saidI。
　　"Ah，youwanttoseethechurch，"saidhonestScrub。"Yes，sar！
　　youshallseethechurch。Yougouproadtherepastchurch—cometohouse，knockatdoor—saywhatyouwant—andnicelittlegirlshowyouchurch。Ah，youquiterighttocomeandseechurch—finetombthereandclebbermansleepinginitwithhiswife，clebbermanthat—OwenTiddir；marriedgreatqueen—dynclebberiawn。"
　　FollowingthesuggestionsofthemanofthehairycapIwentroundthechurchandknockedatthedoorofthehouse，ahandsomeparsonage。Anicelittleservant—girlpresentlymadeherappearanceatthedoor，ofwhomIinquiredwhetherIcouldseethechurch。
　　"Certainly，sir，"saidshe；"Iwillgoforthekeyandaccompanyyou。"
　　Shefetchedthekeyandawaywewenttothechurch。Itisavenerablechapel—likeedifice，withabelfrytowardsthewest；theroofsinkingbytwogradations，islowerattheeasternoraltarend，thanattheother。Thegirl，unlockingthedoor，usheredmeintotheinterior。
　　"WhichisthetombofTudor？"saidItotheprettydamsel。
　　"Thereitis，sir，"saidshe，pointingtothenorthsideofthechurch；"thereisthetombofOwenTudor。"
　　Beneathalow—roofedarchlaysculpturedinstoneonanaltartomb，thefiguresofamanandwoman；thatofthemaninarmour；thatofthewomaningracefuldrapery。Themalefigurelaynextthewall。
　　"Andyouthink，"saidItothegirl；"thatyonderfigureisthatofOwenTudor？"
　　"Yes，sir，"saidthegirl；"yonfigureisthatofOwenTudor；theotheristhatofhiswife，thegreatqueen；boththeirbodiesrestbelow。"
　　IforboretosaythatthefigureswerenotthoseofOwenTudorandthegreatqueen，hiswife；andIforboretosaythattheirbodiesdidnotrestinthatchurch，noranywhereintheneighbourhood，forIwasunwillingtodispelapleasingdelusion。ThetombisdoubtlessatombofoneoftheTudorrace，andofagentlepartnerofhis，butnotoftheRoseofMonaandCatherineofFrance。HerbonesrestinsomecornerofWestminster’snobleabbey；hismoulderamongstthoseofthousandsofothers，YorkistsandLancastrians，underthesurfaceoftheplain，whereMortimer’sCrossoncestood，thatplainontheeasternsideofwhichmeandersthemurmuringLug；
　　thatnobleplain，whereoneofthehardestbattleswhicheverbloodedEnglishsoilwasfought；wherebeautifulyoungEdwardgainedacrown，andoldOwenlostahead，whichwhenyounghadbeenthemostbeautifulofheads，whichhadgainedforhimtheappellationoftheRoseofAnglesey，andwhichhadcaptivatedtheglancesofthefairdaughterofFrance，thewidowofMonmouth’sHarry，theimmortalvictorofAgincourt。
　　Nevertheless，longdidIstareatthattombwhichthoughnotthatoftheRoseofMonaandhisqueen，iscertainlythetombofsomemightyoneofthemightyraceofTheodore。ThensayingsomethinginWelshtotheprettydamsel，atwhichshestarted，andputtingsomethingintoherhand，atwhichshecurtseyed，Ihurriedoutofthechurch。
　　CHAPTERXXXVII
　　MentalExcitation—LandofPoets—TheManinGrey—DrinkingHealths—TheGreatestPrydydd—Envy—WelshmennotHogs—
　　GentlemanlyFeeling—WhatPursuit？—TellhimtoWalkUp—EditoroftheTIMES—CarefulWife—Departure。
　　IREGAINEDthehighroadbyashortcut，whichIdiscovered，acrossafield。Iproceededrapidlyalongforsometime。Mymindwasverymuchexcited：IwasinthebirthplaceofthemightyTudors—
　　Ihadjustseenthetombofoneofthem；Iwasalsointhelandofthebard；acountrywhichhadproducedGwalchmaiwhosangthetriumphsofOwain，andhimwhohadsungtheCowyddofJudgment，GronwyOwen。SonowonderIwasexcited。OnIwentrecitingbardicsnatchesconnectedwithAnglesey。AtlengthIbeganrepeatingBlackRobin’sodeinpraiseoftheisland，orrathermyowntranslationofit，executedmorethanthirtyyearsbefore，whichamongstothers，containsthefollowinglines：—
　　"Twelvesobermenthemuseswoo，TwelvesobermeninAnglesey，Dwellingathome，likepatriotstrue，InreverenceforAnglesey。"
　　"Oh，"saidI，afterIhadrecitedthatstanza，"whatwouldInotgivetoseeoneofthosesoberpatrioticbards，oratleastoneoftheirlegitimatesuccessors，forbythistimenodoubt，thesoberpoets，mentionedbyBlackRobin，aredead。Thattheyleftlegitimatesuccessorswhocandoubt？forAngleseyisnevertobewithoutbards。Havewenotthewords，notofRobintheBlack，butHuwtheRedtothateffect？
　　"’Brodir，gnawdynddiprydydd；
　　Hebganunibunibydd。’
　　"Thatis：ahospitablecountry，inwhichapoetisathingofcourse。Ithasneverbeenandwillneverbewithoutsong。"
　　HereIbecamesilent，andpresentlyarrivedatthesideofalittledellorravine，downwhichtheroadled，fromeasttowest。Thenorthernandsouthernsidesofthisdellwereprecipitous。Beneaththesouthernonestoodasmallcottage。JustasIbegantodescendtheeasternside，twomenbegantodescendtheoppositeone，anditsohappenedthatwemetatthebottomofthedingle，justbeforethehouse，whichboreasign，andoverthedoorofwhichwasaninscriptiontotheeffectthatalewassoldwithin。Theysalutedme；Ireturnedtheirsalutation，andthenweallthreestoodstill，lookingatoneanother。Oneofthemenwasratheratallfigure，aboutforty，dressedingrey，orpepper—and—salt，withacapofsomekindonhishead，hisfacewaslongandrathergood—looking，thoughslightlypock—broken。Therewasapeculiargravityuponit。
　　Theotherpersonwassomewhataboutsixty—hewasmuchshorterthanhiscompanion，andmuchworsedressed—heworeahatthathadseveralholesinit，adustyrustyblackcoat，muchtoolargeforhim；raggedyellowvelveteenbreeches，indifferentfustiangaiters，andshoes，cobbledhereandthere，oneofwhichhadratheranuglybulgebythesidenearthetoes。Hismouthwasexceedinglywide，andhisnoseremarkablylong；itsextremityofadeeppurple；uponhisfeatureswasahalf—simplesmileorleer；inhishandwasalongstick。AfterwehadalltakenafullviewofoneanotherI
　　saidinWelsh，addressingmyselftothemaningrey，"PraymayI
　　takethelibertyofaskingthenameofthisplace。"
　　"IbelieveyouareanEnglishman，sir，"saidthemaningrey，speakingEnglish，"IwillthereforetakethelibertyofansweringyourquestionintheEnglishtongue。ThenameofthisplaceisDyffrynGaint。"
　　"Thankyou，"saidI；"youarequiterightwithregardtomybeinganEnglishman，perhapsyouareoneyourself？"
　　"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Ihavenotthehonourtobeso。Iamanativeofthesmallislandinwhichweare。"
　　"Small，"saidI，"butfamous，particularlyforproducingillustriousmen。"
　　"That’sverytrueindeed，sir，"saidthemaningrey，drawinghimselfup；"itisparticularlyfamousforproducingillustriousmen。"
　　"TherewasOwenTudor？"saidI。
　　"Verytrue，"saidthemaningrey，"histombisinthechurchalittlewayfromhence。"
　　"Then，"saidI，"therewasGronwyOwen，oneofthegreatestbardsthateverlived。OutofreverencetohisgeniusIwentyesterdaytoseetheplaceofhisbirth。"
　　"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Ishouldbesorrytoleaveyouwithoutenjoyingyourconversationatsomelength。Inyonderhousetheysellgoodale，perhapsyouwillnotbeoffendedifIaskyoutodrinksomewithmeandmyfriend？"
　　"Youareverykind，"saidI，"Iamfondofgoodaleandfonderstillofgoodcompany—supposewegoin？"
　　Wewentintothecottage，whichwaskeptbyamanandhiswife，bothofwhomseemedtobeperfectlywellacquaintedwithmytwonewfriends。Wesatdownonstools，byacleanwhitetableinalittleapartmentwithaclayfloor—notwithstandingtheheatoftheweather，thelittleroomwasverycoolandpleasantowingtothecottagebeingmuchprotectedfromthesunbyitssituation。Themaningreycalledforajugofale，whichwaspresentlyplacedbeforeusalongwiththreeglasses。Themaningreyhavingfilledtheglassesfromthejugwhichmightcontainthreepints，handedonetome，anothertohiscompanion，andthentakingthethirddranktomyhealth。Idranktohisandthatofhiscompanion；thelatter，afternoddingtousboth，emptiedhisatadraught，andthenwithakindofhalf—fatuousleer，exclaimed，"Daiawn，verygood。"
　　Theale，thoughnotverygood，wascoolandneithersournorbitter；wethensatforamomentortwoinsilence，mycompanionsononesideofthetable，andIontheother。Afteralittletimethemaningreylookingatmesaid：
　　"TravellingIsupposeinAngleseyforpleasure？"
　　"Toacertainextent，"saidI；"butmychiefobjectinvisitingAngleseywastoviewthebirth—placeofGronwyOwen；Isawityesterday，andamnowgoingtoHolyheadchieflywithaviewtoseethecountry。"
　　"Andhowcameyou，anEnglishman，toknowanythingofGronwyOwen？"
　　"IstudiedWelshliteraturewhenyoung，"saidI，"andwasmuchstruckwiththeversesofGronwy：hewasoneofthegreatbardsofWales，andcertainlythemostillustriousgeniusthatAngleseyeverproduced。"
　　"Agreatgenius，Iadmit，"saidthemaningrey，"butpardonme，notexactlythegreatestYnisFonhasproduced。Theraceofthebardsisnotquiteextinctintheisland，sir。Icouldnameoneortwo—however，Ileaveotherstodoso—butIassureyoutheraceofbardsisnotquiteextincthere。"
　　"Iamdelightedtohearyousayso，"saidI，"andmakenodoubtthatyouspeakcorrectly，fortheRedBardhassaidthatMonaisnevertobewithoutapoet—butwhereamItofindone？justbeforeIsawyouIwaswishingtoseeapoet；IwouldwillinglygiveaquartofaletoseeagenuineAngleseypoet。"
　　"Youwould，sir，wouldyou？"saidthemaningrey，liftinghisheadonhigh，andcurlinghisupperlip。
　　"Iwould，indeed，"saidI，"mygreatestdesireatpresentistoseeanAngleseypoet，butwhereamItofindone？"
　　"Whereishetofindone？"saidheofthetatteredhat；"where’sthegwrboneddigtofindaprydydd？Nooccasiontogofar，he，he，he。"
　　"Well"saidI，"butwhereishe？"
　　"Whereishe？why，there，"saidhe，pointingtothemaningrey—
　　"thegreatestprydyddintirFonorthewholeworld。"
　　"Tut，tut，holdyourtongue，"saidthemaningrey。
　　"Holdmytongue，mynDiawl，notI—Ispeakthetruth，"thenfillinghisglassheemptieditexclaiming，"I’llnothold，mytongue。Thegreatestprydyddinthewholeworld。"
　　"ThenIhavethehonourtobeseatedwithabardofAnglesey？"saidI，addressingthemaningrey。
　　"Tut，tut，"saidheofthegreysuit。
　　"Thegreatestprydyddinthewholeworld，"iteratedheofthebulgedshoe，withaslighthiccup，asheagainfilledhisglass。
　　"Then，"saidI，"Iamtrulyfortunate。"
　　"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Ihadnointentionofdiscoveringmyself，butasmyfriendherehasbetrayedmysecret，IconfessthatIamabardofAnglesey—myfriendisanexcellentindividualbutindiscreet，highlyindiscreet，asIhavefrequentlytoldhim，"
　　andherehelookedmostbenignantlyreproachfulathimofthetatteredhat。
　　"Thegreatestprydydd，"saidthelatter，"thegreatestprydyddthat—"andleavinghissentenceincompletehedrankoffthealewhichhehadpouredintohisglass。
　　"Well，"saidI，"IcannotsufficientlycongratulatemyselfforhavingmetanAngleseybard—nodoubtagraduateone。Anglesey，wasalwaysfamousforgraduatebards，forwhatsaysBlackRobin？
　　"’ThoughArvongraduatebardscanboast，Yetmorecanstthou，OAnglesey。’"
　　"Isupposebygraduatebardyoumeanonewhohasgainedthechairataneisteddfod？"saidthemaningrey。"No，Ihavenevergainedthesilverchair—Ihaveneverhadanopportunity。Ihavebeenkeptoutoftheeisteddfodau。Thereissuchathingasenvy，sir—
　　butthereisonecomfort，thatenvywillnotalwaysprevail。"
　　"No，"saidI；"envywillnotalwaysprevail—enviousscoundrelsmaychuckleforatimeattheseeminglycompletesuccessofthedastardlyartstowhichtheyhaverecourse，inordertocrushmerit—butProvidenceisnotasleep。Allofasuddentheyseetheirsupposedvictimonapinnaclefarabovetheirreach。Thenthereisweeping，andgnashingofteethwithavengeance，andthelong，melancholyhowl。Oh，thereisnothinginthisworldwhichgivesonesoperfectanideaofretributionasthelongmelancholyhowlofthedisappointedenviousscoundrelwhenheseeshissupposedvictimsmilingonanaltitudefarabovehisreach。"
　　"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Iamdelightedtohearyou。Givemeyourhand，yourhonourablehand。Sir，youhavenowfeltthehand—
　　graspofaWelshman，tosaynothingofanAngleseybard，andIhavefeltthatofaBriton，perhapsabard，abrother，sir？Oh，whenI
　　firstsawyourfaceoutthereinthedyffryn，Iatoncerecognisedinitthatofakindredspirit，andIfeltcompelledtoaskyoutodrink。Drink，sir！buthowisthis？thejugisempty—howisthis？—Oh，Isee—myfriendsir，thoughanexcellentindividual，isindiscreet，sir—veryindiscreet。Landlord，bringthismomentanotherjugofale！"
　　"Thegreatestprydydd，"stutteredheofbulgedshoe—"thegreatestprydydd—Oh—"