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'I daresay it began with Llan, broke in Owen. 'I am almost sure it did, said Gladys; 'but mother never liked to talk of the place, 'What do you say, mother, to writing to the Rev. David Jones, Llan., etc., Carmarthenshire? Netta laughed aloud; she could not help it; whilst Gladys again looked upon the ground.
The quiet scene from the bridge, however, produced a sedative effect on my mind, and when I resumed my journey I had forgotten Huw, his verses, and all about Roundheads and Cavaliers. I reached Llanarmon, another small village, situated in a valley through which the Ceiriog or a river very similar to it flows. It is half-way between Llangollen and Llan Rhyadr, being ten miles from each.
After crossing the bridge I had one or two ascents and descents. At last I saw lights before me which proved to be those of Llan Rhyadr. I soon found myself in a dirty little street, and, inquiring for the inn, was kindly shown by a man to one which he said was the best, and which was called the Wynstay Arms. Inn at Llan Rhyadr A low Englishman Enquiries The Cook A Precious Couple.
"Allsopp's ale," said I, "will do for July and August, but scarcely for the end of October. However, bring me a pint; I prefer it at all times to porter." My dinner concluded, I trifled away my time till about ten o'clock, and then went to bed. Breakfast The Freckled Maid Llan uwch Llyn The Landlady Llewarch Hen Conversions to the Church.
Llywelyn extended his welcome to the friar, and he was given a home at Llan Vaes in Anglesey, on the shores of the Menai. The friar brought a higher ideal than that of the monk; his aim was salvation, not by prayer in the solitude of a mountain glen, but by service where men were thickest together even in streets made foul by vice, and haunted by leprosy.
I'll give you an example: A man returning from market from Llan Eglos to Llan Curig, not far from Plynlimmon, was struck down dead as a horse not long ago by a corpse-candle. It was a rainy, windy night, and the wind and rain were blowing in his face, so that he could not see it, or get out of its way. And yet the candle was not abroad on purpose to kill the man.
"You must turn to the left," said he, "before you come to yon great house, follow the path which you will find behind it, and you will soon be in Sychnant." "And to whom does the great house belong?" "To whom? why, to Sir Watkin." "Does he reside there?" "Not often. He has plenty of other houses, but he sometimes comes there to hunt." "What is the place's name?" "Llan Gedwin."
"No," said he: "I was born at Llan Silin, a place some way off across the Berwyn." "Llan Silin?" said I, "I have a great desire to visit it some day or other." "Why so?" said he, "it offers nothing interesting." "I beg your pardon," said I; "unless I am much mistaken, the tomb of the great poet Huw Morris is in Llan Silin churchyard." "Is it possible that you have ever heard of Huw Morris?"
He can also be precise and connoisseur-like, as when he describes the cataract at Llan Rhaiadr: "What shall I liken it to? I scarcely know, unless to an immense skein of silk agitated and disturbed by tempestuous blasts, or to the long tail of a grey courser at furious speed.
He said it was; and that it was over the mountains not far from Llan Sanfraid. I asked whether it was not called Pont y Meibion. He answered in the affirmative, and added that he had himself been there, and had sat in Huw Morris's stone chair which was still to be seen by the road's side. I told him that I hoped to visit the place in a few days.
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