weeping,
the beautiful lady suddenly began laughing merrily. Touching her gently
to quiet her, the husband realised that the end had come.

"The last blow has been struck; our marriage is ended," said the wife,
now in tears; and with that she started off across the hills to their
farm. There she called together her cattle and other stock, which
immediately obeyed her voice, and, led by the beautiful lady, the whole
procession moved off across the mountains back to the lake.

Among the animals was a team of four oxen which were ploughing at the
time. They followed, too, plough and all, and, they say, to this very
day you may see a well-marked furrow running right across the Myddfai
mountain to the edge of Llyn-y-Fan-Fach, which proves the truth of this
story.

The disconsolate husband never saw his lady again, but she used
sometimes to appear to her sons, and she gave them such wonderful
knowledge that all three became the most famous doctors in that part
of Wales.

Llandovery, from which place you may visit the scenes of this legend,
is a charming little town in East Carmarthenshire, situated in glorious
surroundings of mountains, vale, and moorland, where some of the finest
salmon and trout fishing in South Wales may be enjoyed. It stands in the
beautiful Towy Valley, on a branch line which runs up into the mountain
country from Llanelly. Llandovery is famous for its air, which is said
to be the purest and most bracing in the district.

[Illustration: _Landovery Castle_]

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ST. DAVID AND HIS MOTHER

St. David, everybody knows, is the patron saint of Wales, but few know
the unique little "village-city," the smallest cathedral city in the
United Kingdom, St. Davids, in the far south-west of Wales; and fewer
still the story of the holy David himself. This story really begins
with St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland. As the old legends tell,
St. Patrick sailed on his mission to Ireland from the neighbourhood of
present-day St. Davids, and he liked the look of the country so well
that many years afterwards he established there a sort of missionary
college known as "Ty Gwyn," or the "White House," and here on the slopes
of Carn Llidi some of the earliest of the old Celtic holy men and women
were educated.

Among them, some fifteen hundred years ago, was a Welsh Princess named
Non, daughter of Cynyr of Caer Gawch, a powerful chieftain of the
district. Non was as pious as she was beautif