第18章
suddenlystartedupinthebedbroadawake。TherewasagreatnoisebelowthewindowofplungingandstrugglinginterspersedwithWelshoaths。Thentherewasasoundasifofaheavyfall，andpresentlyagroan。"Ishouldn’twonder，"saidI，"ifthatfellowwiththehorsehasverifiedmywords，andhaseitherbrokenhishorse’sneckorhisown。However，ifhehas，hehasnoonetoblamebuthimself。Igavehimfairwarning，andshallgivemyselfnofurthertroubleaboutthematter，butgotosleep，"andsoI
did。
CHAPTERXXXV
BrilliantMorning—TravellingwithEdification—AGoodClergyman—Gybi。
IAWOKEaboutsixo’clockinthemorning，havingpassedthenightmuchbetterthanIanticipated。Thesunwasshiningbrightandgloriouslyintotheapartment。OnlookingintotheotherbedI
foundthatmychums，theyoungfarm—labourers，haddesertedit。
Theywereprobablyalreadyinthefieldbusyatlabour。AfterlyingalittletimelongerIarose，dressedmyselfandwentdown。
IfoundmyfriendhonestPritchardsmokinghismorningpipeatthefrontdoor，andaftergivinghimtheseleoftheday，Iinquiredofhimthecauseofthedisturbancebeneathmywindowthenightbefore，andlearnedthatthemanofthehorsehadbeenthrownbytheanimaloffitsback，thatthehorsealmostimmediatelyafterhadslippeddown，andbothhadbeenledhomeverymuchhurt。Wethentalkedaboutfarmingandthecrops，andatlengthgotintoadiscourseaboutLiverpool。Iaskedhimhowhelikedthatmightyseaport；hesaidverywell，butthathedidnotknowmuchaboutit—forthoughhehadahousetherewherehisfamilyhadresided，hehadnotlivedmuchatLiverpoolhimself，hisabsencesfromthatplacehavingbeenmanyandlong。
"HaveyoutravelledthenmuchaboutEngland？"saidI。
"No，"hereplied。"WhenIhavetravelledithaschieflybeenacrosstheseatoforeignplaces。"
"Butwhatforeignplaceshaveyouvisited？"saidI。
"Ihavevisited，"saidPritchard，"Constantinople，Alexandria，andsomeothercitiesinthesouthlatitudes。"
"Dearme，"saidI，"youhaveseensomeofthemostcelebratedplacesintheworld—andyetyouweresilent，andsaidnothingaboutyourtravelswhilstthatfellowBoswaspluminghimselfathavingbeenatsuchplacesasNorthamptonandWorcester，thehauntsofshoe—makersandpig—jobbers。"
"Ah，"saidPritchard，"butMrBoshastravelledwithedification；
itisafinethingtohavetravelledwhenonehasdonesowithedification，butIhavenot。Thereisavastdealofdifferencebetweenmeandhim—heisconsideredthe’cutestmanintheseparts，andismuchlookedupto。"
"Youarereally，"saidI，"themostmodestpersonIhaveeverknownandtheleastaddictedtoenvy。Letmeseewhetheryouhavetravelledwithoutedification。"
Ithenquestionedhimabouttheplaceswhichhehadmentioned，andfoundheknewagreatdealaboutthem，amongstotherthingshedescribedCleopatra’sneedle，andtheAtMaidanatConstantinoplewithsurprisingexactness。
"Youputmeout，"saidI；"youconsideryourselfinferiortothatdrovingfellowBos，andtohavetravelledwithoutedification，whereasyouknowathousandtimesmorethanhe，andindeedmuchmorethanmanyapersonwhomakeshisfivehundredayearbygoingaboutlecturingonforeignplaces，butasIamnoflattererIwilltellyouthatyouhaveafaultwhichwillalwayspreventyourrisinginthisworld，youhavemodesty；thosewhohavemodestyshallhavenoadvancement，whilstthosewhocanblowtheirownhornlustily，shallbemadegovernors。Butallowmetoaskyouinwhatcapacityyouwentabroad？"
"Asengineertovarioussteamships，"saidPritchard。
"Adirectorofthepowerofsteam，"saidI，"andanexplorerofthewondersofIscander’scitywillingtoholdthecandletoMrBos。I
willtellyouwhat，youaretoogoodforthisworld，letushopeyouwillhaveyourrewardinthenext。"
Ibreakfastedandaskedformybill；thebillamountedtolittleornothing—half—a—crownIthinkfortea—dinner，sundryjugsofale，bedandbreakfast。Idefrayedit，andtheninquiredwhetheritwouldbepossibleformetoseetheinsideofthechurch。
"Ohyes，"saidPritchard。"Icanletyouin，forIamchurchwardenandhavethekey。"
Thechurchwasalittleedificeofsomeantiquity，withalittlewingandwithoutaspire；itwassituatedamidstagroveoftrees。
Aswestoodwithourhatsoffinthesacrededifice，IaskedPritchardifthereweremanyMethodistsinthoseparts。
"Notsomanyastherewere，"saidPritchard，"theyarerapidlydecreasing，andindeeddissentersingeneral。Thecauseoftheirdecreaseisthatagoodclergymanhaslatelycomehere，whovisitsthesickandpreachesChrist，andinfactdoeshisduty。IfallourclergymenwerelikehimtherewouldnotbemanydissentersinYnisFon。"
Outsidethechurch，inthewall，IobservedatabletwiththefollowinginscriptioninEnglish。
HereliethinterredthebodyofAnn，wifeofRobertPaston，whodeceasedthesixthdayofOctober，AnnoDomini。
1671。
P。
R。A。
"Youseemstruckwiththatwriting？"saidPritchard，observingthatIstoodmotionless，staringatthetablet。
"ThenameofPaston，"saidI，"struckme；itisthenameofavillageinmyownnativedistrict，fromwhichanoldfamily，nowalmostextinct，deriveditsname。HowcameaPastonintoYnysFon？
Arethereanypeoplebearingthatnameatpresentintheseparts？"
"NotthatIamaware，"saidPritchard，"IwonderwhohiswifeAnnwas？"saidI，"fromthestyleofthattabletshemusthavebeenaconsiderableperson。"
"PerhapsshewasthedaughteroftheLewisfamilyofLlanDyfnant，"
saidPritchard；"that’sanoldfamilyandarichone。PerhapshecamefromadistanceandsawandmarriedadaughteroftheLewisofDyfnant—morethanonestrangerhasdoneso。LordViviancamefromadistanceandsawandmarriedadaughteroftherichLewisofDyfnant。"
IshookhonestPritchardbythehand，thankedhimforhiskindnessandwishedhimfarewell，whereuponhegavemineaheartysqueeze，thankingmeformycustom。
"Whichismyway，"saidI，"toPenCaerGybi？"
"YoumustgoaboutamileontheBangorroad，andthenturningtotherightpassthroughPenmynnydd，butwhattakesyoutoHolyhead？"
"Iwishtosee，"saidI，"theplacewhereCybithetawnysaintpreachedandworshipped。Hewascalledtawnybecausefromhisfrequentwalksintheblazeofthesunhisfacehadbecomemuchsun—burnt。Thisisafuriouslyhotday，andperhapsbythetimeI
gettoHolyhead，Imaybesosun—burntastobeabletopassforCybihimself。"
CHAPTERXXXVI
Moelfre—OwainGwynedd—ChurchofPenmynnydd—TheRoseofMona。
LEAVINGPentraethCochIretracedmywayalongtheBangorroadtillIcametotheturningontheright。HereIdivergedfromtheaforesaidroad，andproceededalongonewhichlednearlyduewest；
aftertravellingaboutamileIstopped，onthetopofalittlehill；cornfieldswereoneitherside，andinoneanagedmanwasreapingclosetotheroad；Ilookedsouth，west，northandeast；tothesouthwastheSnowdonrangefaraway，withtheWyddfajustdiscernible；tothewestandnorthwasnothingveryremarkable，buttotheeastorrathernorth—east，wasmountainLidiartandthetallhillconfrontingitacrossthebay。
"Canyoutellme，"saidItotheoldreaper，"thenameofthatbaldhill，whichlookstowardsLidiart？"
"WecallthathillMoelfre，"saidtheoldmandesistingfromhislabour，andtouchinghishat。
"Dearme，"saidI；"Moelfre，Moelfre！"
"Isthereanythingwonderfulinthename，sir？"saidtheoldmansmiling。
"Thereisnothingwonderfulinthename，"saidI，"whichmerelymeansthebaldhill，butitbringswonderfulrecollectionstomymind。IlittlethoughtwhenIwaslookingfromtheroadnearPentraethCochyesterdayonthathill，andthebayandstrandbelowit，andadmiringthetranquillitywhichreignedoverall，thatI
wasgazinguponthesceneofoneofthemosttremendousconflictsrecordedinhistoryorpoetry。"
"Dearme，"saidtheoldreaper；"andwhommayithavebeenbetween？
theFrenchandEnglish，Isuppose。"
"No，"saidI；"itwasfoughtbetweenoneofyourWelshkings，thegreatOwainGwynedd，andcertainnorthernandIrishenemiesofhis。"
"Onlythink，"saidtheoldman，"anditwasafiercebattle，sir？"
"Itwas，indeed，"saidI；"accordingtothewordsofapoet，whodescribedit，theMenaicouldnotebbonaccountofthetorrentofbloodwhichflowedintoit，slaughterwasheapeduponslaughter，shoutfollowedshout，andaroundMoelfreathousandwarflagswaved。"
"Well，sir，"saidtheoldman，"Ineverbeforeheardanythingaboutit，indeedIdon’ttroublemyheadwithhistories，unlesstheybeBiblehistories。"
"AreyouaChurchman？"saidI。
"No，"saidtheoldman，shortly；"IamaMethodist。"
"IbelongtotheChurch，"saidI。
"SoIshouldhaveguessed，sir，byyourbeingsowellacquaintedwithpennillionandhistories。Ah，theChurch……"
"Thisisdreadfullyhotweather，saidI，"andIshouldliketoofferyousixpenceforale，butasIamaChurchmanIsupposeyouwouldnotacceptitfrommyhands。"
"TheLordforbid，sir，"saidtheoldman，"thatIshouldbesouncharitable！Ifyourhonourchoosestogivemesixpence，Iwillreceiveitwillingly。Thankyourhonour！Well，IhaveoftensaidthereisagreatdealofgoodintheChurchofEngland。"
IoncemorelookedatthehillwhichoverlookedthesceneofOwenGwynedd’striumphovertheunitedforcesoftheIrishLochlandersandNormans，andthenafterinquiringoftheoldmanwhetherIwasintherightdirectionforPenmynnydd，andfindingthatIwas，I
setoffatagreatpace，singingoccasionallysnatchesofBlackRobin’sodeinpraiseofAnglesey，amongstothersthefollowingstanza：—
"BreadofthewholesomestisfoundInmymother—landofAnglesey；
FriendlybounteousmenaboundInPenmynnyddofAnglesey。"
IreachedPenmynnydd，asmallvillageconsistingofafewwhitehousesandamill。ThemeaningofPenmynnyddisliterallythetopofahill。Thevillagedoesnotstandonahill，butthechurchwhichisatsomedistance，standsonone，orratheronahillock。
Anditisprobablefromthecircumstanceofthechurchstandingonahillock，thattheparishderivesitsname。Towardsthechurchafteraslightglanceatthevillage，Iproceededwithhastysteps，andwassoonatthefootofthehillock。Ahouse，thatoftheclergyman，standsnearthechurch，onthetopofthehill。I
openedagate，andenteredalanewhichseemedtoleaduptothechurch。
AsIwaspassingsomelowbuildings，probablyofficespertainingtothehouse，aheadwasthrustfromadoorway，whichstaredatme。
Itwasastrangehirsutehead，andprobablylookedmorestrangeandhirsutethanitnaturallywas，owingtoitshavingahairycapuponit。
"Goodday，"saidI。
"Goodday，sar，"saidthehead，andinamomentmoreamanofmiddlestature，aboutfifty，inhairycap，shirt—sleeves，andgreenapronroundhiswaist，stoodbeforeme。Helookedthebeau—idealofaservantofallwork。
"CanIseethechurch？"saidI。
"Ah，youwanttoseethechurch，"saidhonestScrub。"Yes，sar！
youshallseethechurch。Yougouproadtherepastchurch—cometohouse，knockatdoor—saywhatyouwant—andnicelittlegirlshowyouchurch。Ah，youquiterighttocomeandseechurch—finetombthereandclebbermansleepinginitwithhiswife，clebbermanthat—OwenTiddir；marriedgreatqueen—dynclebberiawn。"
FollowingthesuggestionsofthemanofthehairycapIwentroundthechurchandknockedatthedoorofthehouse，ahandsomeparsonage。Anicelittleservant—girlpresentlymadeherappearanceatthedoor，ofwhomIinquiredwhetherIcouldseethechurch。
"Certainly，sir，"saidshe；"Iwillgoforthekeyandaccompanyyou。"
Shefetchedthekeyandawaywewenttothechurch。Itisavenerablechapel—likeedifice，withabelfrytowardsthewest；theroofsinkingbytwogradations，islowerattheeasternoraltarend，thanattheother。Thegirl，unlockingthedoor，usheredmeintotheinterior。
"WhichisthetombofTudor？"saidItotheprettydamsel。
"Thereitis，sir，"saidshe，pointingtothenorthsideofthechurch；"thereisthetombofOwenTudor。"
Beneathalow—roofedarchlaysculpturedinstoneonanaltartomb，thefiguresofamanandwoman；thatofthemaninarmour；thatofthewomaningracefuldrapery。Themalefigurelaynextthewall。
"Andyouthink，"saidItothegirl；"thatyonderfigureisthatofOwenTudor？"
"Yes，sir，"saidthegirl；"yonfigureisthatofOwenTudor；theotheristhatofhiswife，thegreatqueen；boththeirbodiesrestbelow。"
IforboretosaythatthefigureswerenotthoseofOwenTudorandthegreatqueen，hiswife；andIforboretosaythattheirbodiesdidnotrestinthatchurch，noranywhereintheneighbourhood，forIwasunwillingtodispelapleasingdelusion。ThetombisdoubtlessatombofoneoftheTudorrace，andofagentlepartnerofhis，butnotoftheRoseofMonaandCatherineofFrance。HerbonesrestinsomecornerofWestminster’snobleabbey；hismoulderamongstthoseofthousandsofothers，YorkistsandLancastrians，underthesurfaceoftheplain，whereMortimer’sCrossoncestood，thatplainontheeasternsideofwhichmeandersthemurmuringLug；
thatnobleplain，whereoneofthehardestbattleswhicheverbloodedEnglishsoilwasfought；wherebeautifulyoungEdwardgainedacrown，andoldOwenlostahead，whichwhenyounghadbeenthemostbeautifulofheads，whichhadgainedforhimtheappellationoftheRoseofAnglesey，andwhichhadcaptivatedtheglancesofthefairdaughterofFrance，thewidowofMonmouth’sHarry，theimmortalvictorofAgincourt。
Nevertheless，longdidIstareatthattombwhichthoughnotthatoftheRoseofMonaandhisqueen，iscertainlythetombofsomemightyoneofthemightyraceofTheodore。ThensayingsomethinginWelshtotheprettydamsel，atwhichshestarted，andputtingsomethingintoherhand，atwhichshecurtseyed，Ihurriedoutofthechurch。
CHAPTERXXXVII
MentalExcitation—LandofPoets—TheManinGrey—DrinkingHealths—TheGreatestPrydydd—Envy—WelshmennotHogs—
GentlemanlyFeeling—WhatPursuit？—TellhimtoWalkUp—EditoroftheTIMES—CarefulWife—Departure。
IREGAINEDthehighroadbyashortcut，whichIdiscovered，acrossafield。Iproceededrapidlyalongforsometime。Mymindwasverymuchexcited：IwasinthebirthplaceofthemightyTudors—
Ihadjustseenthetombofoneofthem；Iwasalsointhelandofthebard；acountrywhichhadproducedGwalchmaiwhosangthetriumphsofOwain，andhimwhohadsungtheCowyddofJudgment，GronwyOwen。SonowonderIwasexcited。OnIwentrecitingbardicsnatchesconnectedwithAnglesey。AtlengthIbeganrepeatingBlackRobin’sodeinpraiseoftheisland，orrathermyowntranslationofit，executedmorethanthirtyyearsbefore，whichamongstothers，containsthefollowinglines：—
"Twelvesobermenthemuseswoo，TwelvesobermeninAnglesey，Dwellingathome，likepatriotstrue，InreverenceforAnglesey。"
"Oh，"saidI，afterIhadrecitedthatstanza，"whatwouldInotgivetoseeoneofthosesoberpatrioticbards，oratleastoneoftheirlegitimatesuccessors，forbythistimenodoubt，thesoberpoets，mentionedbyBlackRobin，aredead。Thattheyleftlegitimatesuccessorswhocandoubt？forAngleseyisnevertobewithoutbards。Havewenotthewords，notofRobintheBlack，butHuwtheRedtothateffect？
"’Brodir，gnawdynddiprydydd；
Hebganunibunibydd。’
"Thatis：ahospitablecountry，inwhichapoetisathingofcourse。Ithasneverbeenandwillneverbewithoutsong。"
HereIbecamesilent，andpresentlyarrivedatthesideofalittledellorravine，downwhichtheroadled，fromeasttowest。Thenorthernandsouthernsidesofthisdellwereprecipitous。Beneaththesouthernonestoodasmallcottage。JustasIbegantodescendtheeasternside，twomenbegantodescendtheoppositeone，anditsohappenedthatwemetatthebottomofthedingle，justbeforethehouse，whichboreasign，andoverthedoorofwhichwasaninscriptiontotheeffectthatalewassoldwithin。Theysalutedme；Ireturnedtheirsalutation，andthenweallthreestoodstill，lookingatoneanother。Oneofthemenwasratheratallfigure，aboutforty，dressedingrey，orpepper—and—salt，withacapofsomekindonhishead，hisfacewaslongandrathergood—looking，thoughslightlypock—broken。Therewasapeculiargravityuponit。
Theotherpersonwassomewhataboutsixty—hewasmuchshorterthanhiscompanion，andmuchworsedressed—heworeahatthathadseveralholesinit，adustyrustyblackcoat，muchtoolargeforhim；raggedyellowvelveteenbreeches，indifferentfustiangaiters，andshoes，cobbledhereandthere，oneofwhichhadratheranuglybulgebythesidenearthetoes。Hismouthwasexceedinglywide，andhisnoseremarkablylong；itsextremityofadeeppurple；uponhisfeatureswasahalf—simplesmileorleer；inhishandwasalongstick。AfterwehadalltakenafullviewofoneanotherI
saidinWelsh，addressingmyselftothemaningrey，"PraymayI
takethelibertyofaskingthenameofthisplace。"
"IbelieveyouareanEnglishman，sir，"saidthemaningrey，speakingEnglish，"IwillthereforetakethelibertyofansweringyourquestionintheEnglishtongue。ThenameofthisplaceisDyffrynGaint。"
"Thankyou，"saidI；"youarequiterightwithregardtomybeinganEnglishman，perhapsyouareoneyourself？"
"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Ihavenotthehonourtobeso。Iamanativeofthesmallislandinwhichweare。"
"Small，"saidI，"butfamous，particularlyforproducingillustriousmen。"
"That’sverytrueindeed，sir，"saidthemaningrey，drawinghimselfup；"itisparticularlyfamousforproducingillustriousmen。"
"TherewasOwenTudor？"saidI。
"Verytrue，"saidthemaningrey，"histombisinthechurchalittlewayfromhence。"
"Then，"saidI，"therewasGronwyOwen，oneofthegreatestbardsthateverlived。OutofreverencetohisgeniusIwentyesterdaytoseetheplaceofhisbirth。"
"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Ishouldbesorrytoleaveyouwithoutenjoyingyourconversationatsomelength。Inyonderhousetheysellgoodale，perhapsyouwillnotbeoffendedifIaskyoutodrinksomewithmeandmyfriend？"
"Youareverykind，"saidI，"Iamfondofgoodaleandfonderstillofgoodcompany—supposewegoin？"
Wewentintothecottage，whichwaskeptbyamanandhiswife，bothofwhomseemedtobeperfectlywellacquaintedwithmytwonewfriends。Wesatdownonstools，byacleanwhitetableinalittleapartmentwithaclayfloor—notwithstandingtheheatoftheweather，thelittleroomwasverycoolandpleasantowingtothecottagebeingmuchprotectedfromthesunbyitssituation。Themaningreycalledforajugofale，whichwaspresentlyplacedbeforeusalongwiththreeglasses。Themaningreyhavingfilledtheglassesfromthejugwhichmightcontainthreepints，handedonetome，anothertohiscompanion，andthentakingthethirddranktomyhealth。Idranktohisandthatofhiscompanion；thelatter，afternoddingtousboth，emptiedhisatadraught，andthenwithakindofhalf—fatuousleer，exclaimed，"Daiawn，verygood。"
Theale，thoughnotverygood，wascoolandneithersournorbitter；wethensatforamomentortwoinsilence，mycompanionsononesideofthetable，andIontheother。Afteralittletimethemaningreylookingatmesaid：
"TravellingIsupposeinAngleseyforpleasure？"
"Toacertainextent，"saidI；"butmychiefobjectinvisitingAngleseywastoviewthebirth—placeofGronwyOwen；Isawityesterday，andamnowgoingtoHolyheadchieflywithaviewtoseethecountry。"
"Andhowcameyou，anEnglishman，toknowanythingofGronwyOwen？"
"IstudiedWelshliteraturewhenyoung，"saidI，"andwasmuchstruckwiththeversesofGronwy：hewasoneofthegreatbardsofWales，andcertainlythemostillustriousgeniusthatAngleseyeverproduced。"
"Agreatgenius，Iadmit，"saidthemaningrey，"butpardonme，notexactlythegreatestYnisFonhasproduced。Theraceofthebardsisnotquiteextinctintheisland，sir。Icouldnameoneortwo—however，Ileaveotherstodoso—butIassureyoutheraceofbardsisnotquiteextincthere。"
"Iamdelightedtohearyousayso，"saidI，"andmakenodoubtthatyouspeakcorrectly，fortheRedBardhassaidthatMonaisnevertobewithoutapoet—butwhereamItofindone？justbeforeIsawyouIwaswishingtoseeapoet；IwouldwillinglygiveaquartofaletoseeagenuineAngleseypoet。"
"Youwould，sir，wouldyou？"saidthemaningrey，liftinghisheadonhigh，andcurlinghisupperlip。
"Iwould，indeed，"saidI，"mygreatestdesireatpresentistoseeanAngleseypoet，butwhereamItofindone？"
"Whereishetofindone？"saidheofthetatteredhat；"where’sthegwrboneddigtofindaprydydd？Nooccasiontogofar，he，he，he。"
"Well"saidI，"butwhereishe？"
"Whereishe？why，there，"saidhe，pointingtothemaningrey—
"thegreatestprydyddintirFonorthewholeworld。"
"Tut，tut，holdyourtongue，"saidthemaningrey。
"Holdmytongue，mynDiawl，notI—Ispeakthetruth，"thenfillinghisglassheemptieditexclaiming，"I’llnothold，mytongue。Thegreatestprydyddinthewholeworld。"
"ThenIhavethehonourtobeseatedwithabardofAnglesey？"saidI，addressingthemaningrey。
"Tut，tut，"saidheofthegreysuit。
"Thegreatestprydyddinthewholeworld，"iteratedheofthebulgedshoe，withaslighthiccup，asheagainfilledhisglass。
"Then，"saidI，"Iamtrulyfortunate。"
"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Ihadnointentionofdiscoveringmyself，butasmyfriendherehasbetrayedmysecret，IconfessthatIamabardofAnglesey—myfriendisanexcellentindividualbutindiscreet，highlyindiscreet，asIhavefrequentlytoldhim，"
andherehelookedmostbenignantlyreproachfulathimofthetatteredhat。
"Thegreatestprydydd，"saidthelatter，"thegreatestprydyddthat—"andleavinghissentenceincompletehedrankoffthealewhichhehadpouredintohisglass。
"Well，"saidI，"IcannotsufficientlycongratulatemyselfforhavingmetanAngleseybard—nodoubtagraduateone。Anglesey，wasalwaysfamousforgraduatebards，forwhatsaysBlackRobin？
"’ThoughArvongraduatebardscanboast，Yetmorecanstthou，OAnglesey。’"
"Isupposebygraduatebardyoumeanonewhohasgainedthechairataneisteddfod？"saidthemaningrey。"No，Ihavenevergainedthesilverchair—Ihaveneverhadanopportunity。Ihavebeenkeptoutoftheeisteddfodau。Thereissuchathingasenvy，sir—
butthereisonecomfort，thatenvywillnotalwaysprevail。"
"No，"saidI；"envywillnotalwaysprevail—enviousscoundrelsmaychuckleforatimeattheseeminglycompletesuccessofthedastardlyartstowhichtheyhaverecourse，inordertocrushmerit—butProvidenceisnotasleep。Allofasuddentheyseetheirsupposedvictimonapinnaclefarabovetheirreach。Thenthereisweeping，andgnashingofteethwithavengeance，andthelong，melancholyhowl。Oh，thereisnothinginthisworldwhichgivesonesoperfectanideaofretributionasthelongmelancholyhowlofthedisappointedenviousscoundrelwhenheseeshissupposedvictimsmilingonanaltitudefarabovehisreach。"
"Sir，"saidthemaningrey，"Iamdelightedtohearyou。Givemeyourhand，yourhonourablehand。Sir，youhavenowfeltthehand—
graspofaWelshman，tosaynothingofanAngleseybard，andIhavefeltthatofaBriton，perhapsabard，abrother，sir？Oh，whenI
firstsawyourfaceoutthereinthedyffryn，Iatoncerecognisedinitthatofakindredspirit，andIfeltcompelledtoaskyoutodrink。Drink，sir！buthowisthis？thejugisempty—howisthis？—Oh，Isee—myfriendsir，thoughanexcellentindividual，isindiscreet，sir—veryindiscreet。Landlord，bringthismomentanotherjugofale！"
"Thegreatestprydydd，"stutteredheofbulgedshoe—"thegreatestprydydd—Oh—"