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Updated: May 11, 2025
From London the first of September, the yeere of our Lord God 1600. Your Honours most humble to be commanded, RICHARD HAKLVYT, Preacher. Nauigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoueries The most ancient Discovery of the West Indies by Madoc the sonne of Owen Guyneth Prince of North-wales, in the yeere 1170: taken out of the history of Wales, lately published by M. Dauid Powel Doctor of Diuinity.
In 1295 a playful North Walian, named Madoc, who was an illegitimate son of Prince David, took the rising stronghold by surprise upon a fair day, massacred the entire garrison, and hanged the constable from his own half-finished walls.
While comfortable folks were praising her, at their leisure, as a heroine, Grace Harvey was learning, so she opined, by fearful lessons, how much of the unheroic element was still left in her. The first lesson had come just a week after the yacht sailed for Port Madoc, when the cholera had all but subsided; and it came in this wise.
The recollection among the Welsh of the life and exploits of the great chieftain of former times, Madoc, is held very dear in Caernarvonshire, and is preserved not only in many legends, but also in the thriving and pleasant little seaport known as Port Madoc, which has grown up out of the slate-trade.
'Merciful God! how horrible is night! There the shout Of battle, the barbarian yell, the bray Of dissonant instruments, the clang of arms, The shriek of agony, the groan of death, In one wild uproar and continuous din, Shake the still air; while overhead, the moon, Regardless of the stir of this low world, Holds on her heavenly way. MADOC.
When, therefore, he and his host had reached his castle, he ordered the dead knight to be buried, but Sir Geraint he commanded to be laid in his shield on a litter-couch in front of the high table in the hall. So that Sir Geraint should die, he commanded that no leech should be sent for. While his knights and men-at-arms sat down to dine, Earl Madoc came to Enid and begged her to make good cheer.
The hospitable Madoc brought some dried fruits and a few roots from his cell, and spread them before his guest. "Such," said he, "is my humble fare; partake it with a contented heart, and it shall be more grateful to thy taste, than the high flavoured viands of a monarch."
We jog on easily together, and I advance with sufficient rapidity in Blackstone, and 'Madoc. I hope to finish my poem, and to begin my practice in about two years. God bless you. Yours affectionately, Robert Southey." "... I am running a race with the printers again: translating a work from the French: 'Necker on the French Revolution, vol. II. Dr. Aikin and his son translate the 1st volume.
'Nay, I will not, said Enid, 'and never more will I eat or be joyful in life. 'But, by Heaven, thou shalt, said Madoc, furious at her resistance to his will. And he drew her from beside the litter, and forced her to come to the table where his knights sat eating, and commanded her to eat.
I repeated all the Bardic lines I could remember connected with Madoc's expedition, and likewise many from the Madoc of Southey, not the least of Britain's four great latter poets, decidedly her best prose writer, and probably the purest and most noble character to which she has ever given birth; and then, after a long, lingering look, descended from my altitude, and returned, not by the ferry, but by the suspension bridge to the mainland.
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