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In about half-an- hour I came to a little village, consisting of three or four houses; one of them, at the door of which several carts were standing, bore the sign of a tavern. "What is the name of this place?" said I to a man who was breaking stones on the road. "Capel Gwynfa," said he.
He wished, as he passed Gwynfe, which means Paradise, or Gwynfa does; but no matter, that he had never read Tom Payne, who "thinks there's not such a place as Paradise." He lectures a poet's mistress for not staying with her hunchbacked old husband and making him comfortable: he expresses satisfaction at the poet's late repentance.
"It's possible, sir," said Doctor Jones in a tone of considerable hauteur, and tossing his head so that the end of his chin was above his comforter, "but I have no recollection of it." I held my head down for a little time, then raising it and likewise my forefinger, I looked Doctor Jones full in the face and said, "Don't you remember talking to me about Owen Pugh and Coll Gwynfa?"
"You say right, sir," said the doctor. "He was indeed our last great man Ultimus Romanorum. I have myself read his work, which he called Coll Gwynfa, the Loss of the place of Bliss an admirable translation, sir; highly poetical, and at the same time correct." "Did you know him?" said I.
"I daresay there was in the old time," said I to myself, as I went on, "in which some holy hermit prayed and told his beads, and occasionally received benighted strangers. What a poetical word that Gwynfa, place of bliss, is. Owen Pugh uses it in his translation of 'Paradise Lost' to express Paradise, for he has rendered the words Paradise Lost by Col Gwynfa the loss of the place of bliss.
Cerrig y Drudion The Landlady Doctor Jones Coll Gwynfa The Italian Men of Como Disappointment Weather Glasses Southey. THE inn at Cerrig y Drudion was called the Lion whether the white, black, red or green Lion, I do not know, though I am certain that it was a lion of some colour or other.
Departure from Llandovery A Bitter Methodist North and South The Caravan Captain Bosvile Deputy Ranger A Scrimmage The Heavenly Gwynfa Dangerous Position. ON the tenth I departed from Llandovery, which I have no hesitation in saying is about the pleasantest little town in which I have halted in the course of my wanderings.
I wonder whether the old scholar picked up the word here. Not unlikely. Strange fellow that Owen Pugh. Wish I had seen him. No hope of seeing him now, except in the heavenly Gwynfa. Wonder whether there is such a place. Tom Payne thinks there's not. Strange fellow that Tom Payne. Norfolk man. Wish I had never read him." Presently I came to a little cottage with a toll-bar.
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