"Whatlanguagedotheyspeak？"
"English，sir；theypridethemselvesonspeakinggoodEnglish，thatistotheWelsh。AmongstthemselvestheydiscourseintheirownPaddyGwyddel。"
"HavetheynoWelsh？"
"Onlyafewwords，sir；IneverheardoneofthemspeakingWelsh，saveayounggirl—shefellsickbytheroadsideasshewaswanderingbyherself—somepeopleatafarmhousetookherin，andtendedhertillshewaswell。Duringhersicknessshetookafancytotheirquietwayoflife，andwhenshewasrecoveredshebeggedtostaywiththemandservethem。Theyconsented；shebecameaverygoodservant，andhearingnothingbutWelshspoken，soonpickedupthetongue。"
"Doyouknowwhatbecameofher？"
"Ido，sir；herownpeoplefoundherout，andwishedtotakeherawaywiththem，butsherefusedtoletthem，forbythattimeshewasperfectlyreclaimed，hadbeentochapel，renouncedherheathencrefydd，andformedanacquaintancewithayoungMethodistwhohadagreatgiftofprayer，whomsheafterwardsmarried—sheandherhusbandliveatpresentnotfarfromMineira。"
"Ialmostwonderthatherownpeopledidnotkillher。"
"Theythreatenedtodoso，sir，andwoulddoubtlesshaveputtheirthreatintoexecution，hadtheynotbeenpreventedbytheManonHigh。"
Andheremyguidepointedwithhisfingerreverentlyupward。
"IsitalongtimesinceyouhaveseenanyoftheseGwyddeliaid？"
"Abouttwomonths，sir，andthenaterriblefrighttheycausedme。"
"Howwasthat？"
"Iwilltellyou，sir；IhadbeenacrosstheBerwyntocarryhomeapieceofweavingworktoapersonwhoemploysme。ItwasnightasIreturned，andwhenIwasabouthalfwaydownthehill，ataplacewhichiscalledAlltPaddy，becausetheGwyddelodareinthehabitoftakinguptheirquartersthere，Icameuponagangofthem，whohadcomethereandcampedandlightedtheirfire，whilstIwasontheothersideofthehill。Therewerenearlytwentyofthem，menandwomen，andamongsttherestwasamanstandingnakedinatubofwaterwithtwowomenstrokinghimdownwithclouts。Hewasalargefierce—lookingfellowandhisbody，onwhichtheflameofthefireglittered，wasnearlycoveredwithredhair。Ineversawsuchasight。AsIpassedtheyglaredatmeandtalkedviolentlyintheirPaddyGwyddel，butdidnotoffertomolestme。Ihasteneddownthehill，andrightgladIwaswhenIfoundmyselfsafeandsoundatmyhouseinLlangollen，withmymoneyinmypocket，forI
hadseveralshillingsthere，whichthemanacrossthehillhadpaidmefortheworkwhichIhaddone。"
CHAPTERXV
TheTurfTavern—Don’tUnderstand—TheBestWelsh—TheMaidsofMerion—OldandNew—Ruthyn—TheAshYggdrasill。
WEnowemergedfromtheroughandnarrowwaywhichwehadfollowedforsomemiles，upononemuchwider，andmorecommodious，whichmyguidetoldmewasthecoachroadfromWrexhamtoRuthyn，andgoingonalittlefartherwecametoanavenueoftreeswhichshadedtheroad。Itwaschieflycomposedofash，sycamoreandbirch，andlookeddelightfullycoolandshady。Iaskedmyguideifitbelongedtoanygentleman’shouse。Hetoldmethatitdidnot，buttoapublic—house，calledTafarnTywarch，whichstoodneartheend，alittlewayofftheroad。"WhyisitcalledTafarnTywarch？"
saidI，struckbythenamewhichsignifies"thetavernofturf。"
"Itwascalledso，sir，"saidJohn，"becauseitwasoriginallymerelyaturfhovel，thoughatpresentitconsistsofgoodbrickandmortar。"
"Canwebreakfastthere，"saidI，"forIfeelbothhungryandthirsty？"
"Ohyes，sir，"saidJohn，"Ihaveheardthereisgoodcheeseandcwrwthere。"
Weturnedofftothe"tafarn，"whichwasadecentpublic—houseofratheranantiquatedappearance。Weenteredasandedkitchen，andsatdownbyalargeoakentable。"Pleasetobringussomebread，cheeseandale，"saidIinWelshtoanelderlywoman，whowasmovingabout。
"Sar？"saidshe。
"Bringussomebread，cheeseandale，"IrepeatedinWelsh。
"Idonotunderstandyou，sar，"saidsheinEnglish。
"AreyouWelsh？"saidIinEnglish。
"Yes，IamWelsh！"
"AndcanyouspeakWelsh？"
"Ohyes，andthebest。"
"ThenwhydidyounotbringwhatIaskedfor？"
"BecauseIdidnotunderstandyou。"
"Tellher，"saidItoJohnJones，"tobringussomebread，cheeseandale。"
"Come，aunt，"saidJohn，"bringusbreadandcheeseandaquartofthebestale。"
Thewomanlookedasifshewasgoingtoreplyinthetongueinwhichheaddressedher，thenfaltered，andatlastsaidinEnglishthatshedidnotunderstand。
"Now，"saidI，"youarefairlycaught：thismanisaWelshman，andmoreoverunderstandsnolanguagebutWelsh。"
"Thenhowcanheunderstandyou？"saidshe。
"BecauseIspeakWelsh，"saidI。
"ThenyouareaWelshman？"saidshe。
"NoIamnot，"saidI，"IamEnglish。"
"SoIthought，"saidshe，"andonthataccountIcouldnotunderstandyou。"
"Youmeanthatyouwouldnot，"saidI。"Nowdoyouchoosetobringwhatyouarebidden？"
"Come，aunt，"saidJohn，"don’tbesillyandcenfigenus，butbringthebreakfast。"
Thewomanstoodstillforamomentortwo，andthenbitingherlipswentaway。
"Whatmadethewomanbehaveinthismanner？"saidItomycompanion。
"Oh，shewascenfigenus，sir，"hereplied；"shedidnotlikethatanEnglishgentlemanshouldunderstandWelsh；shewasenvious；youwillfindadozenortwolikeherinWales；butletushopenotmore。"
Presentlythewomanreturnedwiththebread，cheeseandale，whichsheplacedonthetable。
"Oh，"saidI，"youhavebroughtwhatwasbidden，thoughitwasnevermentionedtoyouinEnglish，whichshowsthatyourpretendingnottounderstandwasallasham。Whatmadeyoubehaveso？"
"WhyIthought，"saidthewoman，"thatnoEnglishmancouldspeakWelsh，thathistonguewastooshort。"
"Yourhavingthoughtso，"saidI，"shouldnothavemadeyoutellafalsehood，sayingthatyoudidnotunderstand，whenyouknewthatyouunderstoodverywell。Seewhatadisgracefulfigureyoucut。"
"Icutnodisgracedfigure，"saidthewoman："afterall，whatrighthavetheEnglishtocomeherespeakingWelsh，whichbelongstotheWelshalone，whoinfactaretheonlypeoplethatunderstandit。"
"AreyousurethatyouunderstandWelsh？"saidI。
"Ishouldthinkso，"saidthewoman，"forIcomefromtheValeofClwyd，wheretheyspeakthebestWelshintheworld，theWelshoftheBible。"
"WhatdotheycallasalmonintheValeofClwyd？"saidI。
"Whatdotheycallasalmon？"saidthewoman。"Yes，"saidI，"whentheyspeakWelsh。"
"Theycallit—theycallit—whyasalmon。"
"PrettyWelsh！"saidI。"IthoughtyoudidnotunderstandWelsh。"
"Well，whatdoyoucallit？"saidthewoman。
"Eawg，"saidI，"thatisthewordforasalmoningeneral—buttherearewordsalsotoshowthesex—whenyouspeakofamalesalmonyoushouldsaycemyw，whenofafemalehwyfell。"
"Ineverheardthewordsbefore，"saidthewoman，"nordoIbelievethemtobeWelsh。"
"Yousayso，"saidI，"becauseyoudonotunderstandWelsh。"
"InotunderstandWelsh！"saidshe。"I’llsoonshowyouthatIdo。
Come，youhaveaskedmethewordforsalmoninWelsh，Iwillnowaskyouthewordforsalmon—trout。Nowtellmethat，andIwillsayyouknowsomethingofthematter。"
"Atinkerofmycountrycantellyouthat，"saidI。"Thewordforsalmon—troutisgleisiad。"
Thecountenanceofthewomanfell。
"Iseeyouknowsomethingaboutthematter，"saidshe；"thereareveryfewhereabouts，thoughsoneartotheValeofClwyd，whoknowthewordforsalmon—troutinWelsh，Ishouldn’thaveknownthewordmyself，butforthesongwhichsays：
Glanyw’rgleisiadynyllyn。"
"Andwhowrotethatsong？"saidI。
"Idon’tknow，"saidthewoman。
"ButIdo，"saidI；"oneLewisMorriswroteit。’
"Oh，"saidshe，"IhaveheardallaboutHuwMorris。"
"IwasnottalkingofHuwMorris，"saidI，"butLewisMorris，wholivedlongafterHuwMorris。HewasanativeofAnglesea，butresidedforsometimeinMerionethshire，andwhilsttherecomposedasongabouttheMorwynionbroMeirionyddorthelassesofCountyMerionofagreatmanystanzas，inoneofwhichthegleisiadismentioned。HereitisinEnglish：
"’Fullfairthegleisiadintheflood，Whichsparkles’neaththesummer’ssun，AndfairthethrushingreenabodeSpreadinghiswingsinsportivefun，Butfairerlookiftruthbespoke，ThemaidsofCountyMerion。’"
Thewomanwasabouttoreply，butIinterruptedher。
"There，"saidI，"prayleaveustoourbreakfast，andthenexttimeyoufeelinclinedtotalknonsenseaboutnoEnglishman’sunderstandingWelsh，orknowinganythingofWelshmatters，rememberthatitwasanEnglishmanwhotoldyoutheWelshwordforsalmon，andlikewisethenameoftheWelshmanwhowrotethesonginwhichthegleisiadismentioned。"
Thealewasverygoodandsowerethebreadandcheese。ThealeindeedwassogoodthatIorderedasecondjug。Observingalargeantiqueportraitoverthemantel—pieceIgotuptoexamineit。Itwasthatofagentlemaninalongwig，andunderneathitwaspaintedinredletters"SirWatkinWynn：1742。"ItwasdoubtlesstheportraitoftheSirWatkinwho，in1745wascommittedtothetowerundersuspicionofbeingsuspectedofholdingJacobiteopinions，andfavouringthePretender。Theportraitwasaverypoordaub，butIlookedatitlongandattentivelyasamemorialofWalesatacriticalandlongpasttime。
Whenwehaddispatchedthesecondjugofale，andIhadpaidthereckoning，wedepartedandsooncametowherestoodaturnpikehouseatajunctionoftworoads，toeachofwhichwasagate。
"Now，sir，"saidJohnJones，"thewaystraightforwardisthefforddnewydd，andtheoneonourrighthandisthehenffordd。
Whichshallwefollow，thenewortheold？"
"ThereisaproverbintheGerniweg，"saidI，"whichwasthelanguageofmyforefathers，saying，’ne’erleavetheoldwayforthenew，’wewillthereforegobythehenffordd。"
"Verygood，sir，"saidmyguide，"thatisthepathIalwaysgo，foritistheshortest。"Soweturnedtotherightandfollowedtheoldroad。Perhaps，however，itwouldhavebeenwellhadwegonebythenew，forthehenfforddwasaverydullanduninterestingroad，whereasthefforddnewydd，asIlongsubsequentlyfound，isoneofthegrandestpassesinWales。Afterwehadwalkedashortdistancemyguidesaid，"Now，sir，ifyouwillturnalittlewaytothelefthandIwillshowyouahouse，builtintheoldstyle，suchahouse，sir，asIdaresaytheoriginalturftavernwas。"Thenleadingmealittlewayfromtheroadheshowedme，underahollowbank，asmallcottagecoveredwithflags。
"Thatisahouse，sir，builtynyrhendullintheoldfashion，ofearth，flagsandwattlesandinonenight。Itwasthecustomofoldwhenahousewastobebuilt，forthepeopletoassemble，andtobuilditinonenightofcommonmaterials，closeathand。Thecustomisnotquitedead。Iwasatthebuildingofthismyself，andamerrybuildingitwas。Thecwrwdapassedquicklyaboutamongthebuilders，Iassureyou。"Wereturnedtotheroad，andwhenwehadascendedahill，mycompaniontoldmethatifIlookedtotheleftIshouldseetheValeofClwyd。
Ilookedandperceivedanextensivevalleypleasantlydottedwithtreesandfarm—houses，andboundedonthewestbyarangeofhills。
"Itisafinevalley，sir，"saidmyguide，"fourmileswideandtwentylong，andcontainstherichestlandinallWales。Cheesemadeinthatvalley，sir，fetchesapennyapoundmorethancheesemadeinanyothervalley。"
"Andwhoownsit？"saidI。
"Variousarethepeoplewhoownit，sir，butSirWatkinownsthegreaterpart。"
Wewenton，passedbyavillagecalledCraigVychan，wherewesawanumberofwomenwashingatafountain，andbyagentledescentsoonreachedtheValeofClwyd。
Afterwalkingaboutamilewelefttheroadandproceededbyafootpathacrosssomemeadows。Themeadowsweregreenanddelightfulandwereintersectedbyabeautifulstream。Treesinabundanceweregrowingabout，someofwhichwereoaks。Wepassedbyalittlewhitechapelwithasmallgraveyardbeforeit，whichmyguidetoldmebelongedtotheBaptists，andshortlyafterwardsreachedRuthyn。
WewenttoaninncalledtheCrossedFoxes，wherewerefreshedourselveswithale。Wethensalliedforthtolookabout，afterI
hadorderedaducktobegotreadyfordinner，atthreeo’clock。
RuthynstandsonahillabovetheClwyd，whichinthesummerisamerebrook，butinthewinteraconsiderablestream，beingthenfedwiththewaterytributeofahundredhills。Aboutthreemilestothenorthisarangeofloftymountains，dividingtheshireofDenbighfromthatofFlint，amongstwhich，almostparallelwiththetown，andliftingitsheadhighabovetherest，isthemightyMoelVamagh，themotherheap，whichIhadseenfromChester。Ruthynisadulltown，butitpossessedplentyofinteresttome，forasI
strolledwithmyguideaboutthestreetsIrememberedthatIwastreadingthegroundwhichthewildbandsofGlendowerhadtrod，andwherethegreatstrugglecommenced，whichforfourteenyearsconvulsedWales，andforsometimeshookEnglandtoitscentre。
AfterIhadsatisfiedmyselfwithwanderingaboutthetownweproceededtothecastle。
Theoriginalcastlesufferedterriblyinthecivilwars；itwasheldforwretchedCharles，andwasnearlydemolishedbythecannonofCromwell，whichwereplantedonahillabouthalfamiledistant。Thepresentcastleispartlymodernandpartlyancient。
ItbelongstoafamilyofthenameofW—whoresideinthemodernpart，andwhohavethecharacterofbeingkind，hospitableandintellectualpeople。Weonlyvisitedtheancientpart，overwhichwewereshownbyawoman，whohearingusspeakingWelsh，spokeWelshherselfduringthewholetimeshewasshowingusabout。Sheshowedusdarkpassages，agloomyapartmentinwhichWelshkingsandgreatpeoplehadbeenoccasionallyconfined，thatstrangememorialofthegoodoldtimes，adrowningpit，andalargeprisonroom，inthemiddleofwhichstoodasingular—lookingcolumn，scrawledwithoddcharacters，whichhadofyorebeenusedforawhipping—post，anothermemorialofthegoodoldbaronialtimes，sodeartoromancereadersandmindsofsensibility。Amongstotherthingswhichourconductorshoweduswasanimmenseonenorash；itstoodinoneofthecourtsandmeasured，asshesaid，pedwaryhaneroladdyneigwmpas，orfouryardsandahalfingirth。AsI
gazedonthemightytreeIthoughtoftheAshYggdrasillmentionedintheVoluspa，orprophecyofVola，thatvenerablepoemwhichcontainssomuchrelatingtothemythologyoftheancientNorse。
Wereturnedtotheinnanddined。Theduckwascapital，andI
askedJohnJonesifhehadevertastedabetter。"Never，sir，"
saidhe，"fortotellyouthetruth，Inevertastedaduckbefore。"
"Rathersingular，"saidI。"What，thatIshouldnothavetastedduck？Oh，sir，thesingularityis，thatIshouldnowbetastingduck。DuckinWales，sir，isnotfareforpoorweavers。ThisisthefirstduckIevertasted，andthoughInevertasteanother，asIprobablynevershall，Imayconsidermyselfafortunateweaver，forIcannowsayIhavetastedduckonceinmylife。FewweaversinWalesareeverabletosayasmuch。"
CHAPTERXVI
BaptistTomb—Stone—TheToll—Bar—Rebecca—TheGuitar。
THEsunwasfastdecliningasweleftRuthyn。Weretracedourstepsacrossthefields。WhenwecametotheBaptistChapelIgotoverthewallofthelittleyardtolookatthegrave—stones。
Therewereonlythree。TheinscriptionsuponthemwereallinWelsh。ThefollowingstanzawasonthestoneofJane，thedaughterofElizabethWilliams，whodiedonthesecondofMay，1843：
"Ermyn’di’roerllydanneddDrosdymherhiriorwedd，Cwydi’rlano’rgwelybriddAchyfrydfyddeihagwedd。"
whichis"ThoughthouartgonetodwellingcoldTolieinmouldformanyayear，Thoushalt，atlength，fromearthybed，Upliftthyheadtoblissfulsphere。"
AswewentalongIstoppedtogazeatasingular—lookinghillformingpartofthemountainrangeontheeast。IaskedJohnJoneswhatitsnamewas，buthedidnotknow。Aswewerestandingtalkingaboutit，aladycameupfromthedirectioninwhichourcourselay。JohnJones，touchinghishattoher，said：
"Madam，thisgwrboneddigwishestoknowthenameofthatmoel，perhapsyoucantellhim。"
"ItsnameisMoelAgrik，"saidthelady，addressingmeinEnglish。
"DoesthatmeanAgricola’shill？"saidI。
"Itdoes，"saidshe，"andthereisatraditionthattheRomanGeneralAgricola，whenheinvadedtheseparts，pitchedhiscamponthatmoel。ThehillisspokenofbyPennant。"
"Thankyou，madam，"saidI；"perhapsyoucantellmethenameofthedelightfulgroundsinwhichwestand，supposingtheyhaveaname？"
"TheyarecalledOaklands，"saidthelady。
"Averypropername，"saidI，"forthereisplentyofoaksgrowingabout。ButwhyaretheycalledbyaSaxonname，forOaklandsisSaxon？"
"Because，"saidthelady，"whenthegroundswerefirstplantedwithtreestheybelongedtoanEnglishfamily。"
"Thankyou，"saidI，and，takingoffmyhat，Idepartedwithmyguide。Iaskedhimhername，buthecouldnottellme。Beforeshewasoutofsight，however，wemetalabourerofwhomJohnJonesenquiredhername。
"HernameisW—s，"saidtheman，"andagoodladysheis。"
"IssheWelsh？"saidI。
"PureWelsh，master，"saidtheman。"PurerWelshfleshandbloodneednotbe。"
Nothingfartherworthrelatingoccurredtillwereachedthetoll—
barattheheadofthehenffordd，bywhichtimethesunwasalmostgonedown。Wefoundthemasterofthegate，hiswifeandsonseatedonabenchbeforethedoor。Thewomanhadalargebookonherlap，inwhichshewasreadingbythelastlightofthedepartingorb。IgavethegrouptheseleoftheeveninginEnglish，whichtheyallreturned，thewomanlookingupfromherbook。
"IsthatvolumetheBible？"saidI。
"Itis，sir，"saidthewoman。
"MayIlookatit？"saidI。
"Certainly，"saidthewoman，andplacedthebookinmyhand。ItwasamagnificentWelshBible，butwithoutthetitle—page。
"Thatbookmustbeagreatcomforttoyou，"saidItoher。
"Verygreat，"saidshe。"Iknownotwhatweshoulddowithoutitinthelongwinterevenings。"
"Ofwhatfaithareyou？"saidI。
"WeareMethodists，"shereplied。
"Thenyouareofthesamefaithasmyfriendhere，"saidI。
"Yes，yes，"saidshe，"weareawareofthat。WeallknowhonestJohnJones。"
AfterwehadleftthegateIaskedJohnJoneswhetherhehadeverheardofRebeccaofthetoll—gates。
"Oh，yes，"saidhe；"Ihaveheardofthatchieftainess。"
"Andwhowasshe？"saidI。
"Icannotsay，sir；Ineversawher，noranyonewhohadseenher。
SomesaythattherewereahundredRebeccas，andallofthemmendressedinwomen’sclothes，whowentaboutatnight，attheheadofbandstobreakthegates。Ah，sir，somethingofthekindwasalmostnecessaryatthattime。Iamafriendofpeace，sir，nohead—breaker，house—breaker，norgate—breaker，butIcanhardlyblamewhatwasdoneatthattime，underthenameofRebecca。YouhavenoideahowthepoorWelshwereoppressedbythosegates，aye，andtherichtoo。Thelittlepeopleandfarmerscouldnotcarrytheirproducetomarketowingtotheexactionsatthegates，whichdevouredalltheprofitandsometimesmore。Sothatthemarketswerenothalfsupplied，andpeoplewithmoneycouldfrequentlynotgetwhattheywanted。Complaintsweremadetogovernment，whichnotbeingattendedto，Rebeccaandherbyddinionmadetheirappearanceatnight，andbrokethegatestopieceswithsledge—
hammers，andeverybodysaiditwasgallantwork，everybodysavethekeepersofthegatesandtheproprietors。Notonlythepoorbuttherich，saidso。Aye，andIhaveheardthatmanyafineyounggentlemanhadahandinthework，andwentaboutatnightattheheadofabanddressedasRebecca。Well，sir，thosebreakingswereactsofviolence，Idon’tdeny，buttheydidgood，forthesystemisaltered；suchimpositionsarenolongerpractisedatgatesaswerebeforethetimeofRebecca。"
"Wereanypeopleevertakenupandpunishedforthosenocturnalbreakings？"saidI。
"No，sir；andIhaveheardsaythatnobody’sbeingtakenupwasaproofthattherichapprovedoftheworkandhadahandinit。"
Nighthadcomeonbythetimewereachedthefootofthehugehillswehadcrossedinthemorning。Wetoileduptheascent，andaftercrossingthelevelgroundonthetop，plungeddownthebwlchbetweenwalkingandrunning，occasionallystumbling，forwewerenearlyincompletedarkness，andthebwlchwassteepandstony。Wemorethanoncepassedpeoplewhogaveusthen’sda，thehissingnightsalutationoftheWelsh。AtlengthIsawtheAbbeyloomingamidstthedarkness，andJohnJonessaidthat，wewerejustabovethefountain。Wedescended，andputtingmyheaddownIdrankgreedilyofthedwrsantaidd，myguidefollowingmyexample。Wethenproceededonourway，andinabouthalf—an—hourreachedLlangollen。ItookJohnJoneshomewithme。Wehadacheerfulcupoftea。Henriettaplayedontheguitar，andsangaSpanishsong，tothegreatdelightofJohnJones，whoataboutteno’clockdepartedcontentedandhappytohisowndwelling。
CHAPTERXVII
JohnJonesandhisBundle—AGoodLady—TheIrishman’sDingle—
AbGwilymandtheMist—TheKitchen—TheTwoIndividuals—TheHorse—Dealer—Icanmanagehim—TheMistAgain。
THEfollowingdaywasgloomy。IntheeveningJohnJonesmadehisappearancewithabundleunderhisarm，andanumbrellainhishand。
"Sir，"saidhe，"Iamgoingacrossthemountainwithitpieceofweavingwork，forthemanontheotherside，whoemploysme。
Perhapsyouwouldliketogowithme，asyouarefondofwalking。"
"Isuppose，"saidI，"youwishtohavemycompanyforfearofmeetingGwyddeliansonthehill。"
Johnsmiled。
"Well，sir，"saidhe，"ifIdomeetthemIwouldsoonerbewithcompanythanwithout。ButIdareventurebymyself，trustingintheManonHigh，andperhapsIdowrongtoaskyoutogo，asyoumustbetiredwithyourwalkofyesterday。"
"Hardlymorethanyourself，"saidI。"Come；Ishallbegladtogo。
WhatIsaidabouttheGwyddelianswasonlyinjest。"
AswewereabouttodepartJohnsaid：
"Itdoesnotrainatpresent，sir，butIthinkitwill。Youhadbettertakeanumbrella。"
Ididso，andawaywewent。Wepassedoverthebridge，andturningtotherightwentbythebackofthetownthroughafield。AswepassedbythePlasNewyddJohnJonessaid：
"Noonelivestherenow，sir；alldarkanddreary；verydifferentfromthestateofthingswhentheladieslivedthere—allgaythenandcheerful。Iremembertheladies，sir，particularlythelast，wholivedbyherselfafterhercompaniondied。Shewasagoodlady，andverykindtothepoor；whentheycametohergatetheywereneversentawaywithoutsomethingtocheerthem。Shewasagrandladytoo—keptgrandcompany，andusedtobedrawnaboutinacoachbyfourhorses。Butshetooisgone，andthehouseiscoldandempty；nofireinit，sir；nofurniture。Therewasanauctionafterherdeath；andagrandauctionitwasandlastedfourdays。
Oh，whatathrongofpeopletherewas，someofwhomcamefromagreatdistancetobuythecuriousthings，ofwhichtherewereplenty。"