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It is true that he was told that he might go to Llanfair, his native place, and officiate there at a time when the curacy happened to be vacant, and thither he went, glad at heart to get back amongst his old friends, who enthusiastically welcomed him; yet scarcely had he been there three weeks when he received notice from the Chaplain of the Bishop of Bangor that he must vacate Llanfair in order to make room for a Mr John Ellis, a young clergyman of large independent fortune, who was wishing for a curacy under the Bishop of Bangor, Doctor Hutton so poor Gronwy the eloquent, the learned, the meek, was obliged to vacate the pulpit of his native place to make room for the rich young clergyman, who wished to be within dining distance of the palace of Bangor.

I knew that he was born in Anglesey in a parish called Llanfair Mathafarn eithaf, that is St Mary's of farther Mathafarn but as to where this Mathafarn lay, north or south, near or far, I knew positively nothing.

The mill may be seen from a considerable distance; so may some of the scattered houses, and also the wood which surrounds the house of the illustrious Gronwy. Prosperity to Llanfair! and may many a pilgrimage be made to it of the same character as my own. Boxing Harry Mr Bos Black Robin Drovers Commercial Travellers.

A Welshman of his description always averting his look when he sees a stranger who he thinks has "no Welsh," lest the stranger should ask him a question and he be obliged to confess that he has "no English." "Is this the way to Llanfair?" said I to the man. The man made a kind of rush in order to get past me. "Have you any Welsh?" I shouted as loud as I could bawl.

By this time I had verified in part the prediction of the old Welsh poet of the post-office. Though I was not yet arrived at Llanfair, I was, if not tired, very thirsty, owing to the burning heat of the weather, so I determined to go in and have some ale.

Mr Pritchard thus appealed to took the pipe out of his mouth, and with some hesitations said that he believed the gentleman neither went to Llanfair for pigs nor black cattle but upon some particular business. "Well," said Mr Bos, "it may be so, but I can't conceive how any person, either gentle or simple, could have any business in Anglesey save that business was pigs or cattle."

You might get as far as Llanidloes, or Llanfair, whichever route you might choose, though I think not that you would do so; but beyond that, it would be hopeless for any force, of less than five hundred good fighting men, to attempt to make their way through. "From what I hear, there are at least fifteen thousand Welshmen in arms. Many, doubtless, are with Glendower himself.

"You must go first," said he, "to Traeth Coch which in Saxon is called the 'Red Sand. In the village called the Pentraeth which lies above that sand, I was born; through the village and over the bridge you must pass, and after walking four miles due north you will find yourself in Llanfair eithaf, at the northern extremity of Mon. Farewell!

The man stopped, and turning a dark sullen countenance half upon me said, "Yes, I have Welsh." "Which is the way to Llanfair?" said I. "Llanfair, Llanfair?" said the man, "what do you mean?" "I want to get there," said I. "Are you not there already?" said the fellow stamping on the ground, "are you not in Llanfair? "Yes, but I want to get to the town." "Town, town!

A flash of proud fire, methought, illumined his features as he pronounced these last words. "I am most happy to have met you," said I; "but tell me how am I to get to Llanfair?"