her.

"Oes genoch tad?"

"No," said she; "but I have a mam." Tad in mam; blessed sounds; in all
languages expressing the same blessed things.

After walking for some hours I saw a tall blue hill in the far distance
before me. "What is the name of that hill?" said I to a woman whom I
met.

"Pen Caer Gybi," she replied.

Soon after I came to a village near to a rocky gully. On inquiring the
name of the village, I was told it was Llan yr Afon, or the church of the
river. I passed on; the country was neither grand nor pretty--it
exhibited a kind of wildness, however, which did not fail to interest
me--there were stones, rocks and furze in abundance. Turning round the
corner of a hill, I observed through the mists of evening, which began to
gather about me, what seemed to be rather a genteel house on the
roadside; on my left, and a little way behind it a strange kind of
monticle, on which I thought I observed tall upright stones. Quickening
my pace, I soon came parallel with the house, which as I drew nigh,
ceased to look like a genteel house, and exhibited an appearance of great
desolation. It was a white, or rather grey structure of some antiquity.
It was evidently used as a farm-house, for there was a yard adjoining to
it, in which were stacks and agricultural implements. Observing two men
in the yard, I went in. They were respectable, farm-looking men, between
forty and fifty; one had on a coat and hat, the other a cap and jacket.
"Good evening," I said in Welsh.

"Good evening," they replied in the same language, looking inquiringly at
me.

"What is the name of this place?" said I.

"It is called Ty gwyn," said the man of the hat.

"On account of its colour, I suppose?" said I.

"Just so," said the man of the hat.

"It looks old," said I.

"And it is old," he replied. "In the time of the Papists it was one of
their chapels."

"Does it belong to you?" I demanded.

"Oh no, it belongs to one Mr Sparrow from Liverpool. I am his bailiff,
and this man is a carpenter who is here doing a job for him."

Here ensued a pause, which was broken by the man of the hat saying in
English, to the man of the cap:

"Who can this strange fellow be? he has not a word of English, and though
he speaks Welsh his Welsh sounds very different from ours. Who can he
be?"

"I am sure I don't know," said the other.

"I know who he is," said the first, "he comes from Llydaw, or Armorica,
which was peopled from Brita