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Two evenings later, when we were again seated beneath the oak, Peter took the hand of his wife in his own, and then, in tones broken and almost inarticulate, commenced telling me his tale—the tale of the Pechod Ysprydd Glan. ‘I was born in the heart of North Wales, the son of a respectable farmer, and am the youngest of seven brothers.
Two evenings later, when we were again seated beneath the oak, Peter took the hand of his wife in his own, and then, in tones broken and almost inarticulate, commenced telling me his tale the tale of the Pechod Ysprydd Glan. "I was born in the heart of North Wales, the son of a respectable farmer, and am the youngest of seven brothers.
I did not understand all she said she spoke in her native language, and I was some way apart; she appeared to endeavour to console her husband, but he seemed to refuse all comfort, and, with many groans, repeated "Pechod Ysprydd Glan O pechod Ysprydd Glan!" I felt I had no right to pry into their afflictions, and retired. Now, "pechod Ysprydd Glan," interpreted, is the sin against the Holy Ghost.
Two evenings later, when we were again seated beneath the oak, Peter took the hand of his wife in his own, and then, in tones broken and almost inarticulate, commenced telling me his tale the tale of the Pechod Ysprydd Glan.
"The old pain, the old pain," said he; "I was talking with this young man, and he would fain know what brought me here, he would fain hear my tale, Winifred my sin: O pechod Ysprydd Glan! O pechod Ysprydd Glan!" and the poor man fell into a more fearful agony than before.
Morning hymn Much alone John Bunyan Beholden to nobody Sixty-five Sober greeting Early Sabbaths Finny brood The porch No fortune-telling The master's niece Doing good Two or three things Groans and voices Pechod Ysprydd Glan. I slept soundly during that night, partly owing to the influence of the opiate.
In a moment I had issued from my tent—all was silent—but the next moment I again heard groans and voices; they proceeded from the tilted cart where Peter and his wife lay; I drew near, again there was a pause, and then I heard the voice of Peter, in an accent of extreme anguish, exclaim, ‘Pechod Ysprydd Glan—O pechod Ysprydd Glan!’ and then he uttered a deep groan.
I did not understand all she said—she spoke in her native language, and I was some way apart; she appeared to endeavour to console her husband, but he seemed to refuse all comfort, and, with many groans, repeated—‘Pechod Ysprydd Glan—O pechod Ysprydd Glan!’ I felt I had no right to pry into their afflictions, and retired. Now ‘pechod Ysprydd Glan,’ interpreted, is the sin against the Holy Ghost.
In a moment I had issued from my tent all was silent but the next moment I again heard groans and voices; they proceeded from the tilted cart where Peter and his wife lay; I drew near, again there was a pause, and then I heard the voice of Peter, in an accent of extreme anguish, exclaim: "Pechod Ysprydd Glan O pechod Ysprydd Glan!" and then he uttered a deep groan.
'The old pain, the old pain, said he; 'I was talking with this young man, and he would fain know what brought me here, he would fain hear my tale, Winifred my sin: O pechod Ysprydd Glan! O pechod Ysprydd Glan! and the poor man fell into a more fearful agony than before.
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