wild wales-第17章

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call　Holy　Head；　and　to　Beth　Gelert；　sir。〃

〃What　took　you　to　those　places？〃

〃I　was　sent　to　those　places　on　business；　sir；　as　I　told　you　before；　
sir；　I　sometimes　execute　commissions。　　At　Beth　Gelert　I　stayed　some　
time。　　It　was　there　I　married；　sir；　my　wife　comes　from　a　place　
called　Dol　Gellyn　near　Beth　Gelert。〃

〃What　was　her　name？〃

〃Her　name　was　Jones；　sir。〃

〃What；　before　she　married？〃

〃Yes；　sir；　before　she　married。　　You　need　not　be　surprised；　sir；　
there　are　plenty　of　the　name　of　Jones　in　Wales。　　The　name　of　my　
brother's　wife；　before　she　married；　was　also　Jones。〃

〃Your　brother　is　a　clever　man；〃　said　I。

〃Yes；　sir；　for　a　Cumro　he　is　clebber　enough。〃

〃For　a　Cumro？〃

〃Yes；　sir；　he　is　not　a　Saxon；　you　know。〃

〃Are　Saxons　then　so　very　clever？〃

〃Oh　yes；　sir；　who　so　clebber？　　The　clebberest　people　in　Llangollen　
are　Saxons；　that　is；　at　carnal　things　…　for　at　spiritual　things　I　
do　not　think　them　at　all　clebber。　　Look　at　Mr　A。；　sir。〃

〃Who　is　he？〃

〃Do　you　not　know　him；　sir？　　I　thought　everybody　knew　Mr　A。　　He　is　a　
Saxon；　sir；　and　keeps　the　inn　on　the　road　a　little　way　below　where　
you　live。　　He　is　the　clebberest　man　in　Llangollen；　sir。　　He　can　do　
everything。　　He　is　a　great　cook；　and　can　wash　clothes　better　than　
any　woman。　　Oh；　sir；　for　carnal　things；　who　so　clebber　as　your　
countrymen！〃

After　walking　about　four　miles　by　the　side　of　the　canal　we　left　it；　
and　bearing　to　the　right　presently　came　to　the　aqueduct；　which　
strode　over　a　deep　and　narrow　valley；　at　the　bottom　of　which　ran　
the　Dee。　　〃This　is　the　Pont　y　Cysswllt；　sir；〃　said　my　guide；　〃it's　
the　finest　bridge　in　the　world；　and　no　wonder；　if　what　the　common　
people　say　be　true；　namely　that　every　stone　cost　a　golden　
sovereign。〃

We　went　along　it；　the　height　was　awful。　　My　guide；　though　he　had　
been　a　mountain　shepherd；　confessed　that　he　was　somewhat　afraid。　　
〃It　gives　me　the　pendro；　sir；〃　said　he；　〃to　look　down。〃　　I　too　felt　
somewhat　dizzy；　as　I　looked　over　the　parapet　into　the　glen。　　The　
canal　which　this　mighty　bridge　carries　across　the　gulf　is　about　
nine　feet　wide；　and　occupies　about　two…thirds　of　the　width　of　the　
bridge　and　the　entire　western　side。　　The　footway　is　towards　the　
east。　　From　about　the　middle　of　the　bridge　there　is　a　fine　view　of　
the　forges　on　the　Cefn　Bach　and　also　of　a　huge　hill　near　it　called　
the　Cefn　Mawr。　　We　reached　the　termination；　and　presently　crossing　
the　canal　by　a　little　wooden　bridge　we　came　to　a　village。　　My　guide　
then　said；　〃If　you　please；　sir；　we　will　return　by　the　old　bridge；　
which　leads　across　the　Dee　in　the　bottom　of　the　vale。〃　　He　then　led　
me　by　a　romantic　road　to　a　bridge　on　the　west　of　the　aqueduct；　and　
far　below。　　It　seemed　very　ancient。　　〃This　is　the　old　bridge；　sir；〃　
said　my　guide；　〃it　was　built　a　hundred　years　before　the　Pont　y　
Cysswllt　was　dreamt　of。〃　　We　now　walked　to　the　west；　in　the　
direction　of　Llangollen；　along　the　bank　of　the　river。　　Presently　we　
arrived　where　the　river；　after　making　a　bend；　formed　a　pool。　　It　
was　shaded　by　lofty　trees；　and　to　all　appearance　was　exceedingly　
deep。　　I　stopped　to　look　at　it；　for　I　was　struck　with　its　gloomy　
horror。　　〃That　pool；　sir；〃　said　John　Jones；　〃is　called　Llyn　y　
Meddwyn；　the　drunkard's　pool。　　It　is　called　so；　sir；　because　a　
drunken　man　once　fell　into　it；　and　was　drowned。　　There　is　no　deeper　
pool　in　the　Dee；　sir；　save　one；　a　little　below　Llangollen；　which　is　
called　the　pool　of　Catherine　Lingo。　　A　girl　of　that　name　fell　into　
it；　whilst　gathering　sticks　on　the　high　bank　above　it。　　She　was　
drowned；　and　the　pool　was　named　after　her。　　I　never　look　at　either　
without　shuddering；　thinking　how　certainly　I　should　be　drowned　if　I　
fell　in；　for　I　cannot　swim；　sir。〃

〃You　should　have　learnt　to　swim　when　you　were　young；〃　said　I；　〃and　
to　dive　too。　　I　know　one　who　has　brought　up　stones　from　the　bottom；　
I　daresay；　of　deeper　pools　than　either；　but　he　was　a　Saxon；　and　at　
carnal　things；　you　know；　none　so　clebber　as　the　Saxons。〃

I　found　my　guide　a　first…rate　walker　and　a　good　botanist；　knowing　
the　names　of　all　the　plants　and　trees　in　Welsh。　　By　the　time　we　
returned　to　Llangollen　I　had　formed　a　very　high　opinion　of　him；　in　
which　I　was　subsequently　confirmed　by　what　I　saw　of　him　during　the　
period　of　our　acquaintance；　which　was　of　some　duration。　　He　was　
very　honest；　disinterested；　and　exceedingly　good…humoured。　　It　is　
true；　he　had　his　little　skits　occasionally　at　the　Church；　and　
showed　some　marks　of　hostility　to　the　church　cat；　more　especially　
when　he　saw　it　mounted　on　my　shoulders；　for　the　creature　soon　began　
to　take　liberties；　and　in　less　than　a　week　after　my　arrival　at　the　
cottage；　generally　mounted　on　my　back；　when　it　saw　me　reading　or　
writing；　for　the　sake　of　the　warmth。　　But　setting　aside　those　same　
skits　at　the　Church；　and　that　dislike　of　the　church　cat；　venial　
trifles　after　all；　and　easily　to　be　accounted　for；　on　the　score　of　
his　religious　education；　I　found　nothing　to　blame；　and　much　to　
admire；　in　John　Jones；　the　Calvinistic　Methodist　of　Llangollen。



CHAPTER　XIII



Divine　Service　…　Llangollen　Bells　…　Iolo　Goch　…　The　Abbey　…　Twm　o'r　
Nant　…　Holy　Well　…　Thomas　Edwards


SUNDAY　arrived　…　a　Sunday　of　unclouded　sunshine。　　We　attended　
Divine　service　at　church　in　the　morning。　　The　congregation　was　very　
numerous；　but　to　all　appearance　consisted　almost　entirely　of　
English　visitors；　like　ourselves。　　There　were　two　officiating　
clergymen；　father　and　son。　　They　both　sat　in　a　kind　of　oblong　
pulpit　on　the　southern　side　of　the　church；　at　a　little　distance　
below　the　altar。　　The　service　was　in　English；　and　the　elder　
gentleman　preached；　there　was　good　singing　and　chanting。

After　dinner　I　sat　in　an　arbour　in　the　perllan；　thinking　of　many　
things；　amongst　others；　spiritual。　　Whilst　thus　engaged；　the　sound　
of　the　church　bells　calling　people　to　afternoon　service　came　upon　
my　ears。　　I　listened；　and　thought　I　had　never　heard　bells　with　so　
sweet　a　sound。　　I　had　heard　them　in　the　morning；　but　without　paying　
much　attention　to　them；　but　as　I　now　sat　in　the　umbrageous　arbour；　
I　was　particularly　struck　with　them。　　Oh　how　sweetly　their　voice　
mingled　with　the　low　rush　of　the　river；　at　the　bottom　of　the　
perllan。　　I　subsequently　found　that　the　bells　of　Llangollen　were　
celebrated　for　their　sweetness。　　Their　merit　indeed　has　even　been　
admitted　by　an　enemy；　for　a　poet　of　the　Calvinistic　Methodist　
persuasion；　one　who　calls　himself　Einion　Du；　in　a　very　beautiful　
ode；　commencing　with　…


〃Tangnefedd　i　Llangollen；〃


says　that　in　no　part　of　the　world　do　bells　call　people　so　sweetly　
to　church　as　those　of　Llangollen　town。

In　the　evening；　at　about　half…past　six；　I　attended　service　again；　
but　without　my　family。　　This　time　the　congregation　was　not　
numerous；　and　was　composed　principally　of　poor　people。　　The　service　
and　sermon　were　now　in　Welsh；　the　sermon　was　preached　by　the　
younger　gentleman；　and　was　on　the　building　of　the　second　temple；　
and；　as　far　as　I　understood　it；　appeared　to　me　to　be　exceedingly　
good。

On　the　Monday　evening；　myself　and　family　took　a　walk　to　the　abbey。　　
My　wife　and　daughter；　who　are　fond　of　architecture　and　ruins；　were　
very　anxious　to　see　the　old　place。　　I　too　was　anxious　enough　to　see　
it；　less　from　love　of　ruins　and　ancient　architecture；　than　from　
knowing　that　a　certain　illustrious　bard　was　buried　in　its　
precincts；　of　whom　perhaps　a　short　account　will　not　be　unacceptable　
to　the　reader。

This　man；　whose　poetical　appellation　was　Iolo　Goch；　but　whose　real　
name　was　Llwyd；　was　of　a　distinguished　family；　and　Lord　of　
Llechryd。　　He　was　born　and　generally　resided　at　a　place　called　Coed　
y　Pantwn；　in　the　upper　part　of　the　Vale　of　Clwyd。　　He　was　a　warm　
friend　and　partisan　of　Owen　Glendower；　with　whom　he　lived；　at　
Sycharth；　for　some　years　before　the　great　Welsh　insurrection；　and　
whom　he　survived；　dying　at　an　extreme　old　age　beneath　his　own　roof…
tree　at　Coed　y　Pantwn。　　He　composed　pieces　of　great　excellence　on　
various　subjects；　but　the　most　remarkable　of　his　compositions　are　
decidedly　certain　ones　connected　with　Owen　Glendower。　　Amongst　
these　is　one　in　which　he　describes　the　Welsh　ch