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〃I beg your pardon；〃 said I； 〃unless I am much mistaken； the tomb
of the great poet Huw Morris is in Llan Silin churchyard。〃
〃Is it possible that you have ever heard of Huw Morris？〃
〃Oh yes；〃 said I； 〃and I have not only heard of him but am
acquainted with his writings； I read them when a boy。〃
〃How very extraordinary；〃 said he； 〃well； you are quite right about
his tomb； when a boy I have played dozens of times on the flat
stone with my schoolfellows。〃
We talked of Welsh poetry； he said he had not dipped much into it；
owing to its difficulty； that he was master of the colloquial
language of Wales； but understood very little of the language of
Welsh poetry； which was a widely different thing。 I asked him
whether he had seen Owen Pugh's translation of Paradise Lost。 He
said he had； but could only partially understand it； adding；
however； that those parts which he could make out appeared to him
to be admirably executed； that amongst these there was one which
had particularly struck him namely：
〃Ar eu col o rygnu croch
Daranau。〃
The rendering of Milton's
〃And on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder。〃
which； grand as it was； was certainly equalled by the Welsh
version； and perhaps surpassed； for that he was disposed to think
that there was something more terrible in 〃croch daranau；〃 than in
〃harsh thunder。〃
〃I am disposed to think so too；〃 said I。 〃Now can you tell me
where Owen Pugh is buried？〃
〃I cannot；〃 said he； 〃but I suppose you can tell me； you； who know
the burying…place of Huw Morris are probably acquainted with the
burying…place of Owen Pugh。〃
〃No；〃 said I； 〃I am not。 Unlike Huw Morris； Owen Pugh has never
had his history written； though perhaps quite as interesting a
history might be made out of the life of the quiet student as out
of that of the popular poet。 As soon as ever I learn where his
grave is I shall assuredly make a pilgrimage to it。〃 Mr R… then
asked me a good many questions about Spain； and a certain singular
race of people about whom I have written a good deal。 Before going
away he told me that a friend of his； of the name of J…； would call
upon me； provided he thought I should not consider his doing so an
intrusion。 〃Let him come by all means；〃 said I； 〃I shall never
look upon a visit from a friend of yours in the light of an
intrusion。〃
In a few days came his friend； a fine tall athletic man of about
forty。 〃You are no Welshman；〃 said I； as I looked at him。
〃No；〃 said he； 〃I am a native of Lincolnshire； but I have resided
in Llangollen for thirteen years。〃
〃In what capacity？〃 said I。
〃In the wine…trade；〃 said he。
〃Instead of coming to Llangollen；〃 said I； 〃and entering into the
wine…trade； you should have gone to London； and enlisted into the
Life Guards。〃
〃Well；〃 said he； with a smile； 〃I had once or twice thought of
doing so。 However； fate brought me to Llangollen； and I am not
sorry that she did； for I have done very well here。〃
I soon found out that he was a well…read and indeed highly
accomplished man。 Like his friend R…； Mr J… asked me a great many
questions about Spain。 By degrees we got on the subject of Spanish
literature。 I said that the literature of Spain was a first…rate
literature； but that it was not very extensive。 He asked me
whether I did not think that Lope de Vega was much overrated。
〃Not a bit；〃 said I； 〃Lope de Vega was one of the greatest geniuses
that ever lived。 He was not only a great dramatist and lyric poet；
but a prose writer of marvellous ability； as he proved by several
admirable tales； amongst which is the best ghost story in the
world。〃
Another remarkable person whom I got acquainted with about this
time was A…； the innkeeper； who lived a little way down the road；
of whom John Jones had spoken so highly； saying； amongst other
things； that he was the clebberest man in Llangollen。 One day as I
was looking in at his gate； he came forth； took off his hat； and
asked me to do him the honour to come in and look at his grounds。
I complied； and as he showed me about he told me his history in
nearly the following words：…
〃I am a Devonian by birth。 For many years I served a travelling
gentleman； whom I accompanied in all his wanderings。 I have been
five times across the Alps； and in every capital of Europe。 My
master at length dying left me in his will something handsome；
whereupon I determined to be a servant no longer； but married； and
came to Llangollen； which I had visited long before with my master；
and had been much pleased with。 After a little time these premises
becoming vacant； I took them； and set up in the public line； more
to have something to do； than for the sake of gain； about which；
indeed； I need not trouble myself much； my poor； dear master； as I
said before； having done very handsomely by me at his death。 Here
I have lived for several years； receiving strangers； and improving
my house and grounds。 I am tolerably comfortable； but confess I
sometimes look back to my former roving life rather wistfully； for
there is no life so merry as the traveller's。〃
He was about the middle age and somewhat under the middle size。 I
had a good deal of conversation with him； and was much struck with
his frank； straightforward manner。 He enjoyed a high character at
Llangollen for probity and likewise for cleverness； being reckoned
an excellent gardener； and an almost unequalled cook。 His master；
the travelling gentleman； might well leave him a handsome
remembrance in his will； for he had not only been an excellent and
trusty servant to him； but had once saved his life at the hazard of
his own； amongst the frightful precipices of the Alps。 Such
retired gentlemen's servants； or such publicans either； as honest
A…； are not every day to be found。 His grounds； principally laid
out by his own hands； exhibited an infinity of taste； and his
house； into which I looked； was a perfect picture of neatness。 Any
tourist visiting Llangollen for a short period could do no better
than take up his abode at the hostelry of honest A…。
CHAPTER LVI
Ringing of Bells … Battle of Alma … The Brown Jug … Ale of
Llangollen … Reverses。
ON the third of October … I think that was the date … as my family
and myself； attended by trusty John Jones； were returning on foot
from visiting a park not far from Rhiwabon we heard； when about a
mile from Llangollen； a sudden ringing of the bells of the place；
and a loud shouting。 Presently we observed a postman hurrying in a
cart from the direction of the town。 〃Peth yw y matter？〃 said John
Jones。 〃Y matter； y matter！〃 said the postman in a tone of
exultation； 〃Sebastopol wedi cymmeryd。 Hurrah！〃
〃What does he say？〃 said my wife anxiously to me。
〃Why； that Sebastopol is taken；〃 said I。
〃Then you have been mistaken；〃 said my wife smiling； 〃for you
always said that the place would either not be taken at all or
would cost the allies to take it a deal of time and an immense
quantity of blood and treasure； and here it is taken at once； for
the allies only landed the other day