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Cas the son of Saidi, Gwrvan Gwallt Avwyn, and Gwyllennhin the king of France, and Gwittart the son of Oedd king of Ireland. Sol, and Gwadyn Ossol, and Gwadyn Odyeith. Gwadyn Ossol, if he stood upon the top of the highest mountain in the world, it would become a level plain under his feet.

Therefore in the third Line, I would read, not, wyf, "I am," but wych, "bold," "Courageous;" &c. and in the fifth Line, I would read not f' enaid oedd, "my Soul or Ambition was," but ei enaid oedd, "His Soul, or Ambition was."

A Gentleman who is possessed of Sir Meredyth ab Rhys's, "Cywydd i ddiolch am Rwyd bysgota; i lfan ab Tudor;" "An Ode to thank Evan ab Tudor, for a Fishing Net;" obligingly favored me with the following copy of the above Lines. Mewu Awr dda, Minnau ar Ddwr o fodd hael a fydd Heliwr. Madog wych, mwyedig Wedd Jawn Genau, Owen Gwynedd Ni fynnai Dir', f' enaid oedd, Na Da mawr ond y Moroedd.

A Gentleman, who, upon the whole, approved of these Alterations, observed that in the fifth Line, alteration was not necessary; for f'naid oedd, literally, "he was my Soul," was an apostrophe; in other Words, "I revere his Memory." The four last of the above Lines were sent to me above 30 Years ago, by my late learned and excellent Friend, Dr.

We started on our expedition at about seven o'clock of a brilliant morning. We passed by the abbey and presently came to a small fountain with a little stone edifice, with a sharp top above it. "That is the holy well," said my guide: "Llawer iawn o barch yn yr amser yr Pabyddion yr oedd i'r fynnon hwn much respect in the times of the Papists there was to this fountain."

"Madog wyf, mwyedie Wedd Jawn Genau, Owen Gwynedd, Ni fynnwn Dir', f y awydd oedd, Nid Da mawr ond y Moroedd." These Lines were communicated to our Author he says by the celebrated William Camden.

"And this is the hill of Owain Glyndwr?" said I. "Dyma Mont Owain Glyndwr, sir, lle yr oedd yn sefyll i edrych am ei elvnion yn dyfod o Gaer Lleon. This is the hill of Owain Glendower, sir, where he was in the habit of standing to look out for his enemies coming from Chester." "I suppose it was not covered with trees then?" said I. "No, sir; it has not been long planted with trees.