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He did not seem to understand my question, for getting up he came towards me and asked what I wanted: I repeated what I had said, whereupon his face became animated. "Llanfair Mathafarn eithaf!" said he. "Yes, I can tell you about it, and with good reason, for it lies not far from the place where I was born."
"That the villages have been destroyed I have no doubt, for the messengers who came in from Llanfair told me that, as they passed over the hills, they could see smoke rising from the forests in all directions; but whether the inhabitants remained, quietly awaiting the arrival of the troops, is more than doubtful.
I finished my ale, and getting up made for the door; at the door I was met by Mr Hugh Pritchard, who came out of the tap-room to thank me for my custom, and to bid me farewell. I asked him whether I should have any difficulty in finding the way to Llanfair.
A desolate place was Llanfair. The sea in the neighbourhood to the south, limekilns with their stifling smoke not far from me. I sat down on a little green knoll on the right-hand side of the road; a small house was near me, and a desolate-looking mill at about a furlong's distance, to the south. Hogs came about me grunting and sniffing. I felt quite melancholy.
John Wynne set up a fine stained-glass window at Llanfair church in memory of his illustrious ancestor. Ellis Wynne appeared at a time when his country had sore need of him, when the appointed teachers of the nation were steeped in apathy and corruption, when ignorance and immorality overspread the land the darkest hour before the dawn.
"None whatever," said he, "you have only to pass over the bridge of the Traeth, and to go due north for about four miles, and you will find yourself in Llanfair." "What kind of place is it?" said I. "A poor straggling village," said Mr Pritchard. "Shall I be able to obtain a lodging there for the night?" said I. "Scarcely one such as you would like," said Hugh.
The above was the substance of what he said, and nothing more, for he spoke in English somewhat broken. "And how far is Llanfair from here?" said I. "About ten miles," he replied. "That's nothing," said I: "I was afraid it was much farther." "Do you call ten miles nothing," said he, "in a burning day like this?
At length the celebrated Lewis Morris chancing to be at Llanfair became acquainted with the boy, and struck with his natural talents, determined that he should have all the benefit which education could bestow. He accordingly, at his own expense sent him to school at Beaumaris, where he displayed a remarkable aptitude for the acquisition of learning.
"Of course," said the man, in pepper-and-salt; "who but a pig jobber could have business at Llanfair?" "Does Llanfair produce nothing but pigs?" said I. "Nothing at all," said the man in the pepper-and-salt, "that is, nothing worth mentioning.
All these statements appear to be incorrect. To deal with them categorically: I find no record at the Diocesan Registry of his having been ordained at Bangor at all; the following entry in the parish register of Llanfair shows that he was not in holy orders in July, 1704: "Gulielmus filius Elizaei Wynne generosi de Las ynys et uxoris suis baptizatus fuit quindecimo die Julii, 1704.
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