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  The Doom of the Griffiths
  by Elizabeth Gaskell
  CHAPTER I。
  I have always been much interested by the traditions which are
  scattered up and down North Wales relating to Owen Glendower (Owain
  Glendwr is the national spelling of the name); and I fully enter into
  the feeling which makes the Welsh peasant still look upon him as the
  hero of his country。  There was great joy among many of the
  inhabitants of the principality; when the subject of the Welsh prize
  poem at Oxford; some fifteen or sixteen years ago; was announced to
  be 〃Owain Glendwr。〃  It was the most proudly national subject that
  had been given for years。
  Perhaps; some may not be aware that this redoubted chieftain is; even
  in the present days of enlightenment; as famous among his illiterate
  countrymen for his magical powers as for his patriotism。  He says
  himselfor Shakespeare says it for him; which is much the same thing
  …
  'At my nativity
  The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes
  Of burning cressets 。 。 。
  。 。 。 I can call spirits from the vasty deep。'
  And few among the lower orders in the principality would think of
  asking Hotspur's irreverent question in reply。
  Among other traditions preserved relative to this part of the Welsh
  hero's character; is the old family prophecy which gives title to
  this tale。  When Sir David Gam; 〃as black a traitor as if he had been
  born in Builth;〃 sought to murder Owen at Machynlleth; there was one
  with him whose name Glendwr little dreamed of having associated with
  his enemies。  Rhys ap Gryfydd; his 〃old familiar friend;〃 his
  relation; his more than brother; had consented unto his blood。  Sir
  David Gam might be forgiven; but one whom he had loved; and who had
  betrayed him; could never be forgiven。  Glendwr was too deeply read
  in the human heart to kill him。  No; he let him live on; the loathing
  and scorn of his compatriots; and the victim of bitter remorse。  The
  mark of Cain was upon him。
  But before he went forthwhile he yet stood a prisoner; cowering
  beneath his conscience before Owain Glendwrthat chieftain passed a
  doom upon him and his race:
  〃I doom thee to live; because I know thou wilt pray for death。  Thou
  shalt live on beyond the natural term of the life of man; the scorn
  of all good men。  The very children shall point to thee with hissing
  tongue; and say; 'There goes one who would have shed a brother's
  blood!'  For I loved thee more than a brother; oh Rhys ap Gryfydd!
  Thou shalt live on to see all of thy house; except the weakling in
  arms; perish by the sword。  Thy race shall be accursed。  Each
  generation shall see their lands melt away like snow; yea their
  wealth shall vanish; though they may labour night and day to heap up
  gold。  And when nine generations have passed from the face of the
  earth; thy blood shall no longer flow in the veins of any human
  being。  In those days the last male of thy race shall avenge me。  The
  son shall slay the father。〃
  Such was the traditionary account of Owain Glendwr's speech to his
  once…trusted friend。  And it was declared that the doom had been
  fulfilled in all things; that live in as miserly a manner as they
  would; the Griffiths never were wealthy and prosperousindeed that
  their worldly stock diminished without any visible cause。
  But the lapse of many years had almost deadened the wonder…inspiring
  power of the whole curse。  It was only brought forth from the hoards
  of Memory when some untoward event happened to the Griffiths family;
  and in the eighth generation the faith in the prophecy was nearly
  destroyed; by the marriage of the Griffiths of that day; to a Miss
  Owen; who; unexpectedly; by the death of a brother; became an
  heiressto no considerable amount; to be sure; but enough to make
  the prophecy appear reversed。  The heiress and her husband removed
  from his small patrimonial estate in Merionethshire; to her heritage
  in Caernarvonshire; and for a time the prophecy lay dormant。
  If you go from Tremadoc to Criccaeth; you pass by the parochial
  church of Ynysynhanarn; situated in a boggy valley running from the
  mountains; which shoulder up to the Rivals; down to Cardigan Bay。
  This tract of land has every appearance of having been redeemed at no
  distant period of time from the sea; and has all the desolate
  rankness often attendant upon such marshes。  But the valley beyond;
  similar in character; had yet more of gloom at the time of which I
  write。  In the higher part there were large plantations of firs; set
  too closely to attain any size; and remaining stunted in height and
  scrubby in appearance。  Indeed; many of the smaller and more weakly
  had died; and the bark had fallen down on the brown soil neglected
  and unnoticed。  These trees had a ghastly appearance; with their
  white trunks; seen by the dim light which struggled through the thick
  boughs above。  Nearer to the sea; the valley assumed a more open;
  though hardly a more cheerful character; it looked dark and overhung
  by sea…fog through the greater part of the year; and even a farm…
  house; which usually imparts something of cheerfulness to a
  landscape; failed to do so here。  This valley formed the greater part
  of the estate to which Owen Griffiths became entitled by right of his
  wife。  In the higher part of the valley was situated the family
  mansion; or rather dwelling…house; for 〃mansion〃 is too grand a word
  to apply to the clumsy; but substantially…built Bodowen。  It was
  square and heavy…looking; with just that much pretension to ornament
  necessary to distinguish it from the mere farm…house。
  In this dwelling Mrs。 Owen Griffiths bore her husband two sons
  Llewellyn; the future Squire; and Robert; who was early destined for
  the Church。  The only difference in their situation; up to the time
  when Robert was entered at Jesus College; was; that the elder was
  invariably indulged by all around him; while Robert was thwarted and
  indulged by turns; that Llewellyn never learned anything from the
  poor Welsh parson; who was nominally his private tutor; while
  occasionally Squire Griffiths made a great point of enforcing
  Robert's diligence; telling him that; as he had his bread to earn; he
  must pay attention to his learning。  There is no knowing how far the
  very irregular education he had received would have carried Robert
  through his college examinations; but; luckily for him in this
  respect; before such a trial of his learning came round; he heard of
  the death of his elder brother; after a short illness; brought on by
  a hard drinking…bout。  Of course; Robert was summoned home; and it
  seemed quite as much of course; now that there was no necessity for
  him to 〃earn his bread by his learning;〃 that he should not return to
  Oxford。  So the half…educated; but not unintelligent; young man
  continued at home; during the short remainder of his parent's
  lifetime。
  His was not an uncommon character。  In general he was mild; indolent;
  and easily managed; but once thoroughly roused; his passions were
  vehement and fearful。  He seemed; indeed; almost afraid of himself;
  and in common hardly dared to give way to justifiable angerso much
  did he dread losing his self…control。  Had he been judiciously
  educated; he would; probably; have distinguished himself in those
  branches of literature which call for taste and imagination; rather
  than any exertion of reflection or judgment。  As it was; his literary
  taste showed itself in making collections of Cambrian antiquities of
  every description; till his stock of Welsh MSS。 would have excited
  the envy of Dr。 Pugh himself; had he been alive at the time of which
  I write。
  There is one characteristic of Robert Griffiths which I have omitted
  to note; and which was peculiar among his class。  He was no hard
  drinker; whether it was that his head was easily affected; or that
  his partially…refined taste led him to dislike intoxication and its
  attendant circumstances; I cannot say; but at five…and…twenty Robert
  Griffiths was habitually sobera thing so rare in Llyn; that he was
  almost shunned as a churlish; unsociable being; and paused much of
  his time in solitude。
  About this time; he had to appear in some case that was tried at the
  Caernarvon assizes; and while there; was a guest at the house of his
  agent; a shrewd; sensible Welsh attorney; with one daughter; who had
  charms enough to captivate Robert Griffiths。  Though he remained only
  a few days at her father's house; they were sufficient to decide his
  affections; and short was the period allowed to elapse before he
  brought home a mistress to Bodowen。  The new Mrs。 Griffiths was a
  gentle; yielding person; full of love toward her husband; of whom;
  nevertheless; she stood something in awe; partly arising from the
  difference in their ages; partly from his devoting much time to
  studies of which she could understand nothing。
  She soon made him the father of a blooming little daughter; called
  Au