pride　…　that　feeling　which　the　world　agrees　to　call　so　noble。　　Oh；
  how　mean　a　thing　is　pride！　never　before　did　I　see　all　the　meanness
  of　what　is　called　pride！'
  'But　how　wilt　thou　live；　friend；'　said　Peter；　'dost　thou　not　intend
  to　eat？'　　'When　I　went　out　last　night；'　said　I；　'I　laid　in　a
  provision。'　　'Thou　hast　laid　in　a　provision！'　said　Peter；　'pray　let
  us　see　it。　　Really；　friend；'　said　he；　after　I　had　produced　it；
  'thou　must　drive　a　thriving　trade；　here　are　provisions　enough　to
  last　three　people　for　several　days。　　Here　are　butter　and　eggs；　here
  is　tea；　here　is　sugar；　and　there　is　a　flitch。　　I　hope　thou　wilt　let
  us　partake　of　some　of　thy　fare。'　　'I　should　be　very　happy　if　you
  would；'　said　I。　　'Doubt　not　but　we　shall；'　said　Peter；　'Winifred
  shall　have　some　of　thy　flitch　cooked　for　dinner。　　In　the　meantime；
  sit　down；　young　man；　and　breakfast　at　our　expense　…　we　will　dine　at
  thine。'
  On　the　evening　of　that　day；　Peter　and　myself　sat　alone　beneath　the
  oak。　　We　fell　into　conversation；　Peter　was　at　first　melancholy；　but
  he　soon　became　more　cheerful；　fluent；　and　entertaining。　　I　spoke
  but　little；　but　I　observed　that　sometimes　what　I　said　surprised　the
  good　Methodist。　　We　had　been　silent　some　time。　　At　length；　lifting
  up　my　eyes　to　the　broad　and　leafy　canopy　of　the　trees；　I　said；
  having　nothing　better　to　remark；　'What　a　noble　tree！　　I　wonder　if
  the　fairies　ever　dance　beneath　it。'
  'Fairies！'　said　Peter；　'fairies！　how　came　you；　young　man；　to　know
  anything　about　the　fair　family？'
  'I　am　an　Englishman；'　said　I；　'and　of　course　know　something　about
  fairies；　England　was　once　a　famous　place　for　them。'
  'Was　once；　I　grant　you；'　said　Peter；　'but　is　so　no　longer。　　I　have
  travelled　for　years　about　England；　and　never　heard　them　mentioned
  before；　the　belief　in　them　has　died　away；　and　even　their　name　seems
  to　be　forgotten。　　If　you　had　said　you　were　a　Welshman；　I　should　not
  have　been　surprised。　　The　Welsh　have　much　to　say　of　the　Tylwyth
  Teg；　or　fair　family；　and　many　believe　in　them。'
  'And　do　you　believe　in　them？'　said　I。
  'I　scarcely　know　what　to　say。　　Wise　and　good　men　have　been　of
  opinion　that　they　are　nothing　but　devils；　who；　under　the　form　of
  pretty　and　amiable　spirits；　would　fain　allure　poor　human　beings；　I
  see　nothing　irrational　in　the　supposition。'
  'Do　you　believe　in　devils；　then？'
  'Do　I　believe　in　devils；　young　man？'　said　Peter；　and　his　frame　was
  shaken　as　if　by　convulsions。　　'If　I　do　not　believe　in　devils；　why
  am　I　here　at　the　present　moment？'
  'You　know　best；'　said　I；　'but　I　don't　believe　that　fairies　are
  devils；　and　I　don't　wish　to　hear　them　insulted。　　What　learned　men
  have　said　they　are　devils？'
  'Many　have　said　it；　young　man；　and；　amongst　others；　Master　Ellis
  Wyn；　in　that　wonderful　book　of　his；　the　BARDD　CWSG。'
  'The　BARDD　CWSG；'　said　I；　'what　kind　of　book　is　that？　　I　have　never
  heard　of　that　book　before。'
  'Heard　of　it　before；　I　suppose　not；　how　should　you　have　heard　of　it
  before？　　By　the　bye；　can　you　read？'
  'Very　tolerably；'　said　I；　'so　there　are　fairies　in　this　book。　　What
  do　you　call　it　…　the　BARDD　CWSG？'
  'Yes；　the　BARDD　CWSG。　　You　pronounce　Welsh　very　fairly；　have　you
  ever　been　in　Wales？'
  'Never；'　said　I。
  'Not　been　in　Wales；　then；　of　course；　you　don't　understand　Welsh；
  but　we　were　talking　of　the　BARDD　CWSG　…　yes；　there　are　fairies　in
  the　BARDD　CWSG；　…　the　author　of　it；　Master　Ellis　Wyn；　was　carried
  away　in　his　sleep　by　them　over　mountains　and　valleys；　rivers　and
  great　waters；　incurring　mighty　perils　at　their　hands；　till　he　was
  rescued　from　them　by　an　angel　of　the　Most　High；　who　subsequently
  showed　him　many　wonderful　things。'
  'I　beg　your　pardon；'　said　I；　'but　what　were　those　wonderful
  things？'
  'I　see；　young　man；'　said　Peter；　smiling；　'that　you　are　not　without
  curiosity；　but　I　can　easily　pardon　any　one　for　being　curious　about
  the　wonders　contained　in　the　book　of　Master　Ellis　Wyn。　　The　angel
  showed　him　the　course　of　this　world；　its　pomps　and　vanities；　its
  cruelty　and　its　pride；　its　crimes　and　deceits。　　On　another
  occasion；　the　angel　showed　him　Death　in　his　nether　palace；
  surrounded　by　his　grisly　ministers；　and　by　those　who　are
  continually　falling　victims　to　his　power。　　And；　on　a　third
  occasion；　the　state　of　the　condemned　in　their　place　of　everlasting
  torment。'
  'But　this　was　all　in　his　sleep；'　said　I；　'was　it　not？'
  'Yes；'　said　Peter；　'in　his　sleep；　and　on　that　account　the　book　is
  called　GWELEDIGAETHAU　Y　BARDD　CWSG；　or；　VISIONS　OF　THE　SLEEPING
  BARD。'
  'I　do　not　care　for　wonders　which　occur　in　sleep；'　said　I。　　'I
  prefer　real　ones；　and　perhaps；　notwithstanding　what　he　says；　the
  man　had　no　visions　at　all　…　they　are　probably　of　his　own
  invention。'
  'They　are　substantially　true；　young　man；'　said　Peter；　'like　the
  dreams　of　Bunyan；　they　are　founded　on　three　tremendous　facts；　Sin；
  Death；　and　Hell；　and　like　his　they　have　done　incalculable　good；　at
  least　in　my　own　country；　in　the　language　of　which　they　are　written。
  Many　a　guilty　conscience　has　the　BARDD　CWSG　aroused　with　its
  dreadful　sights；　its　strong　sighs；　its　puffs　of　smoke　from　the　pit；
  and　its　showers　of　sparks　from　the　mouth　of　the　yet　lower　gulf　of　…
  Unknown　…　were　it　not　for　the　BARDD　CWSG　perhaps　I　might　not　be
  here。'
  'I　would　sooner　hear　your　own　tale；'　said　I；　'than　all　the　visions
  of　the　BARDD　CWSG。'
  Peter　shook；　bent　his　form　nearly　double；　and　covered　his　face　with
  his　hands。　　I　sat　still　and　motionless；　with　my　eyes　fixed　upon
  him。　　Presently　Winifred　descended　the　hill；　and　joined　us。　　'What
  is　the　matter？'　said　she；　looking　at　her　husband；　who　still
  remained　in　the　posture　I　have　described。　　He　made　no　answer；
  whereupon；　laying　her　hand　gently　on　his　shoulder；　she　said；　in　the
  peculiar　soft　and　tender　tone　which　I　had　heard　her　use　on　a　former
  occasion；　'Take　comfort；　Peter；　what　has　happened　now　to　afflict
  thee？'　　Peter　removed　his　hand　from　his　face。　　'The　old　pain；　the
  old　pain；'　said　he；　'I　was　talking　with　this　young　man；　and　he
  would　fain　know　what　brought　me　here；　he　would　fain　hear　my　tale；
  Winifred　…　my　sin：　　O　pechod　Ysprydd　Glan！　　O　pechod　Ysprydd　Glan！'
  and　the　poor　man　fell　into　a　more　fearful　agony　than　before。　　Tears
  trickled　down　Winifred's　face；　I　saw　them　trickling　by　the
  moonlight；　as　she　gazed　upon　the　writhing　form　of　her　afflicted
  husband。　　I　arose　from　my　seat。　　'I　am　the　cause　of　all　this；'　said
  I；　'by　my　folly　and　imprudence；　and　it　is　thus　I　have　returned　your
  kindness　and　hospitality；　I　will　depart　from　you　and　wander　my
  way。'　　I　was　retiring；　but　Peter　sprang　up　and　detained　me。　　'Go
  not；'　said　he；　'you　were　not　in　fault；　if　there　be　any　fault　in　the
  case　it　was　mine；　if　I　suffer；　I　am　but　paying　the　penalty　of　my
  own　iniquity'；　he　then　paused；　and　appeared　to　be　considering：　　at
  length　he　said；　'Many　things　which　thou　hast　seen　and　heard
  connected　with　me　require　explanation；　thou　wishest　to　know　my
  tale；　I　will　tell　it　thee；　but　not　now；　not　to…night；　I　am　too　much
  shaken。'
  Two　evenings　later；　when　we　were　again　seated　beneath　the　oak；
  Peter　took　the　hand　of　his　wife　in　his　own；　and　then；　in　tones
  broken　and　almost　inarticulate；　commenced　telling　me　his　tale　…　the
  tale　of　the　Pechod　Ysprydd　Glan。
  CHAPTER　LXXV
  Taking　a　cup　…　Getting　to　heaven　…　After　breakfast　…　　Wooden
  gallery　…　Mechanical　habit　…　Reserved　and　gloomy　…　Last　words　…　A
  long　time　…　From　the　clouds　…　Ray　of　hope　…　Momentary　chill　…
  Pleasing　anticipation。
  'I　WAS　born　in　the　heart　of　North　Wales；　the　son　of　a　respectable
  farmer；　and　am　the　youngest　of　seven　brothers。
  'My　father　was　a　member　of　the　Church　of　England；　and　was　what　is
  generally　called　a　serious　man。　　He　went　to　church　regularly；　and
  read　the　Bible　every　Sunday　evening；　in　his　moments　of　leisure　he
  was　fond　of　holding　religious　discourse　both　with　his　family　and
  his　neighbours。
  'One　autumn　afternoon；　on　a　week　day；　my　father　sat　with　one　of　his
  neighbours　taking　a　cup　of　ale　by　the　oak　table　in　our　stone
  kitchen。　　I　sat　near　them；　and　listened　to　their　discourse。　　I　was
  at　that　time　seven　years　of　age。　　They　were　talking　of　religious
  matters。　　〃It　is　a　hard　matter　to　get　to　heaven；〃　said　my　father。
  〃Exceedingly　so；〃　said　the　other。　　〃However；　I　don't　despond；　none
  need　despair　of　getting　to　heaven；　save　those　who　have　committed
  the　sin　against　the　Holy　Ghost。〃
  '〃Ah！〃　said　my　father；　〃thank　God　I　never　committed　that　…　how
  awful　must　be　the　state　of　a　person　who　has　committed　the　sin
  against　the　Holy　Ghost。　　I　can　scarcely　think　of　it　without　my　hair
  standing　on　end〃；　and　then　my　father　and　his　friend　began　talking
  of　the　nature　of　the　sin　against　the　Holy　Ghost；　and　I　heard　them
  say　what　it　was；　as　I　sat　with　greedy　ears　listening　to　their
  discours