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After we had retraced our steps some way, we came to some stepping-stones on the side of a wall, and the miller pointing to them said: "The nearest way to the house of Gronwy will be over the llamfa." I was now become ashamed of keeping the worthy fellow from his business, and begged him to return to his mill.
"I shouldn't be at all surprised," said I, "if he was a certain ancient gentleman, from whom I obtained information yesterday, with respect to the birth-place of Gronwy Owen." "Very likely," said the man in grey; "well, if you have seen him consider yourself fortunate, for he is a genuine bard, and a genuine son of Anglesey, notwithstanding he lives across the water."
When I saw the name of Ellen I had no doubt that the children were related to the illustrious Gronwy. Ellen is a very uncommon Welsh name, but it seems to have been a family name of the Owens; it was borne by an infant daughter of the poet whom he tenderly loved, and who died whilst he was toiling at Walton in Cheshire, "Ellen, my darling, Who liest in the Churchyard at Walton."
"A strange errand," I replied, "to look at the birth-place of a man who has long been dead." "Do you come to seek for an inheritance?" said the man. "No," said I. "Besides the man whose birth-place I came to see, died poor, leaving nothing behind him but immortality." "Who was he?" said the miller. "Did you ever hear a sound of Gronwy Owen?" said I.
I asked in what relationship they stood to Gronwy. She said she could hardly tell, that tri priodas, three marriages stood between, and that the relationship was on the mother's side. I gathered from her that the children had lost their mother, that their name was Jones, and that their father was her son.
Truly in this world the full shall be crammed, and those who have little, shall have the little which they have taken away from them. Unable to obtain employment in Wales Gronwy sought for it in England, and after some time procured the curacy of Oswestry in Shropshire, where he married a respectable young woman, who eventually brought him two sons and a daughter.
He refused to leave me, at first, but on my pressing him to do so, and on my telling him that I could find the way to the house of Gronwy very well by myself, he consented. We shook hands, the miller wished me luck, and betook himself to his mill, whilst I crossed the llamfa. I soon, however, repented having left the path by which I had come.
"A bard of Anglesey," said I, interrupting her, "such a person as Gronwy Owen describes in the following lines, which by-the-bye were written upon himself: "'Where'er he goes he's sure to find Respectful looks and greetings kind. "I tell you that it was out of respect to that man that I came to this house.
That ever Saxon should ask me about Gronwy Owen, and his birth-place! I scarcely believe you to be a Saxon, but whether you be or not, I repeat farewell." Coming to the Menai Bridge I asked the man who took the penny toll at the entrance, the way to Pentraeth Coch.
"Two of the name of Hughes have been poets," said I "one was Huw Hughes, generally termed the Bardd Coch, or red bard; he was an Anglesea man, and the friend of Lewis Morris and Gronwy Owen the other was Jonathan Hughes, where he lived I know not." "He lived here, in this very house," said the man. "Jonathan Hughes was my grandfather!" and as he spoke his eyes flashed fire.
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