Salisburie；　Vaughan　of　Hengwrt；　or　some　other　worthy　of　old；　deeply
  skilled　in　everything　remarkable　connected　with　wild　〃Camber's
  Lande。〃
  CHAPTER　XIX
  The　Vicar　and　his　Family　…　Evan　Evans　…　Foaming　Ale　…　Llam　y
  Lleidyr　…　Baptism　…　Joost　Van　Vondel　…　Over　to　Rome　…　The　Miller's
  Man　…　Welsh　and　English。
  WE　had　received　a　call　from　the　Vicar　of　Llangollen　and　his　lady；
  we　had　returned　it；　and　they　had　done　us　the　kindness　to　invite　us
  to　take　tea　with　them。　　On　the　appointed　evening　we　went；　myself；
  wife；　and　Henrietta；　and　took　tea　with　the　vicar　and　his　wife；
  their　sons　and　daughters；　all　delightful　and　amiable　beings　…　the
  eldest　son　a　fine　intelligent　young　man　from　Oxford；　lately
  admitted　into　the　Church；　and　now　assisting　his　father　in　his
  sacred　office。　　A　delightful　residence　was　the　vicarage；　situated
  amongst　trees　in　the　neighbourhood　of　the　Dee。　　A　large　open　window
  in　the　room；　in　which　our　party　sat；　afforded　us　a　view　of　a　green
  plat　on　the　top　of　a　bank　running　down　to　the　Dee；　part　of　the
  river；　the　steep　farther　bank　covered　with　umbrageous　trees；　and　a
  high　mountain　beyond；　even　that　of　Pen　y　Coed　clad　with　wood。
  During　tea　Mr　E。　and　I　had　a　great　deal　of　discourse。　　I　found　him
  to　be　a　first…rate　Greek　and　Latin　scholar；　and　also　a　proficient
  in　the　poetical　literature　of　his　own　country。　　In　the　course　of
  discourse　he　repeated　some　noble　lines　of　Evan　Evans；　the
  unfortunate　and　eccentric　Prydydd　Hir；　or　tall　poet；　the　friend　and
  correspondent　of　Gray；　for　whom　he　made　literal　translations　from
  the　Welsh；　which　the　great　English　genius　afterwards　wrought　into
  immortal　verse。
  〃I　have　a　great　regard　for　poor　Evan　Evans；〃　said　Mr　E。；　after　he
  had　finished　repeating　the　lines；　〃for　two　reasons：　　first；　because
  he　was　an　illustrious　genius；　and　second；　because　he　was　a　South…
  Wallian　like　myself。〃
  〃And　I；〃　I　replied；　〃because　he　was　a　great　poet；　and　like　myself
  fond　of　a　glass　of　cwrw　da。〃
  Some　time　after　tea　the　younger　Mr　E。　and　myself　took　a　walk　in　an
  eastern　direction　along　a　path　cut　in　the　bank；　just　above　the
  stream。　　After　proceeding　a　little　way　amongst　most　romantic
  scenery；　I　asked　my　companion　if　he　had　ever　heard　of　the　pool　of
  Catherine　Lingo　…　the　deep　pool；　as　the　reader　will　please　to
  remember；　of　which　John　Jones　had　spoken。
  〃Oh　yes；〃　said　young　Mr　E。：　　〃my　brothers　and　myself　are　in　the
  habit　of　bathing　there　almost　every　morning。　　We　will　go　to　it　if
  you　please。〃
  We　proceeded；　and　soon　came　to　the　pool。　　The　pool　is　a　beautiful
  sheet　of　water；　seemingly　about　one　hundred　and　fifty　yards　in
  length；　by　about　seventy　in　width。　　It　is　bounded　on　the　east　by　a
  low　ridge　of　rocks　forming　a　weir。　　The　banks　on　both　sides　are
  high　and　precipitous；　and　covered　with　trees；　some　of　which　shoot
  their　arms　for　some　way　above　the　face　of　the　pool。　　This　is　said
  to　be　the　deepest　pool　in　the　whole　course　of　the　Dee；　varying　in
  depth　from　twenty　to　thirty　feet。　　Enormous　pike；　called　in　Welsh
  penhwiaid；　or　ducks…heads；　from　the　similarity　which　the　head　of　a
  pike　bears　to　that　of　a　duck；　are　said　to　be　tenants　of　this　pool。
  We　returned　to　the　vicarage；　and　at　about　ten　we　all　sat　down　to
  supper。　　On　the　supper…table　was　a　mighty　pitcher　full　of　foaming
  ale。
  〃There；〃　said　my　excellent　host；　as　he　poured　me　out　a　glass；
  〃there　is　a　glass　of　cwrw；　which　Evan　Evans　himself　might　have
  drunk。〃
  One　evening　my　wife；　Henrietta；　and　myself；　attended　by　John　Jones；
  went　upon　the　Berwyn；　a　little　to　the　east　of　the　Geraint　or
  Barber's　Hill；　to　botanize。　　Here　we　found　a　fern　which　John　Jones
  called　Coed　llus　y　Bran；　or　the　plant　of　the　Crow's　berry。　　There
  was　a　hard　kind　of　berry　upon　it；　of　which　he　said　the　crows　were
  exceedingly　fond。　　We　also　discovered　two　or　three　other　strange
  plants；　the　Welsh　names　of　which　our　guide　told　us；　and　which　were
  curious　and　descriptive　enough。　　He　took　us　home　by　a　romantic　path
  which　we　had　never　before　seen；　and　on　our　way　pointed　out　to　us　a
  small　house　in　which　he　said　he　was　born。
  The　day　after；　finding　myself　on　the　banks　of　the　Dee　in　the　upper
  part　of　the　valley；　I　determined　to　examine　the　Llam　Lleidyr　or
  Robber's　Leap；　which　I　had　heard　spoken　of　on　a　former　occasion。　　A
  man　passing　near　me　with　a　cart　I　asked　him　where　the　Robber's　Leap
  was。　　I　spoke　in　English；　and　with　a　shake　of　his　head　he　replied
  〃Dim　Saesneg。〃　　On　my　putting　the　question　to　him　in　Welsh；
  however；　his　countenance　brightened　up。
  〃Dyna　Llam　Lleidyr；　sir！〃　said　he；　pointing　to　a　very　narrow　part
  of　the　stream　a　little　way　down。
  〃And　did　the　thief　take　it　from　this　side？〃　I　demanded。
  〃Yes；　sir；　from　this　side；〃　replied　the　man。
  I　thanked　him；　and　passing　over　the　dry　part　of　the　river's　bed；
  came　to　the　Llam　Lleidyr。　　The　whole　water　of　the　Dee　in　the　dry
  season　gurgles　here　through　a　passage　not　more　than　four　feet
  across；　which；　however；　is　evidently　profoundly　deep；　as　the　water
  is　as　dark　as　pitch。　　If　the　thief　ever　took　the　leap　he　must　have
  taken　it　in　the　dry　season；　for　in　the　wet　the　Dee　is　a　wide　and
  roaring　torrent。　　Yet　even　in　the　dry　season　it　is　difficult　to
  conceive　how　anybody　could　take　this　leap；　for　on　the　other　side　is
  a　rock　rising　high　above　the　dark　gurgling　stream。　　On　observing
  the　opposite　side；　however；　narrowly；　I　perceived　that　there　was　a
  small　hole　a　little　way　up　the　rock；　in　which　it　seemed　possible　to
  rest　one's　foot　for　a　moment。　　So　I　supposed　that　if　the　leap　was
  ever　taken；　the　individual　who　took　it　darted　the　tip　of　his　foot
  into　the　hole；　then　springing　up　seized　the　top　of　the　rock　with
  his　hands；　and　scrambled　up。　　From　either　side　the　leap　must　have
  been　a　highly　dangerous　one　…　from　the　farther　side　the　leaper
  would　incur　the　almost　certain　risk　of　breaking　his　legs　on　a　ledge
  of　hard　rock；　from　this　of　falling　back　into　the　deep　horrible
  stream；　which　would　probably　suck　him　down　in　a　moment。
  From　the　Llam　y　Lleidyr　I　went　to　the　canal　and　walked　along　it
  till　I　came　to　the　house　of　the　old　man　who　sold　coals；　and　who　had
  put　me　in　mind　of　Smollett's　Morgan；　he　was　now　standing　in　his
  little　coal…yard；　leaning　over　the　pales。　　I　had　spoken　to　him　on
  two　or　three　occasions　subsequent　to　the　one　on　which　I　made　his
  acquaintance；　and　had　been　every　time　more　and　more　struck　with　the
  resemblance　which　his　ways　and　manners　bore　to　those　of　Smollett's
  character；　on　which　account　I　shall　call　him　Morgan；　though　such
  was　not　his　name。　　He　now　told　me　that　he　expected　that　I　should
  build　a　villa　and　settle　down　in　the　neighbourhood；　as　I　seemed　so
  fond　of　it。　　After　a　little　discourse；　induced　either　by　my
  questions　or　from　a　desire　to　talk　about　himself；　he　related　to　me
  his　history；　which；　though　not　one　of　the　most　wonderful；　I　shall
  repeat。　　He　was　born　near　Aberdarron　in　Caernarvonshire；　and　in
  order　to　make　me　understand　the　position　of　the　place；　and　its
  bearing　with　regard　to　some　other　places；　he　drew　marks　in　the
  coal…dust　on　the　earth。　　His　father　was　a　Baptist　minister；　who
  when　Morgan　was　about　six　years　of　age；　went　to　live　at　Canol　Lyn；
  a　place　at　some　little　distance　from　Port　Heli。　　With　his　father　he
  continued　till　he　was　old　enough　to　gain　his　own　maintenance；　when
  he　went　to　serve　a　farmer　in　the　neighbourhood。　　Having　saved　some
  money　young　Morgan　departed　to　the　foundries　at　Cefn　Mawr；　at　which
  he　worked　thirty　years　with　an　interval　of　four；　which　he　had
  passed　partly　in　working　in　slate　quarries；　and　partly　upon　the
  canal。　　About　four　years　before　the　present　time　he　came　to　where
  he　now　lived；　where　he　commenced　selling　coals；　at　first　on　his　own
  account　and　subsequently　for　some　other　person。　　He　concluded　his
  narration　by　saying　that　he　was　now　sixty…two　years　of　age；　was
  afflicted　with　various　disorders；　and　believed　that　he　was　breaking
  up。
  Such　was　Morgan's　history；　certainly　not　a　very　remarkable　one。
  Yet　Morgan　was　a　most　remarkable　individual；　as　I　shall　presently
  make　appear。
  Rather　affected　at　the　bad　account　he　gave　me　of　his　health　I　asked
  him　if　he　felt　easy　in　his　mind？　　He　replied　perfectly　so；　and　when
  I　inquired　how　he　came　to　feel　so　comfortable；　he　said　that　his
  feeling　so　was　owing　to　his　baptism　into　the　faith　of　Christ　Jesus。
  On　my　telling　him　that　I　too　had　been　baptized；　he　asked　me　if　I
  had　been　dipped；　and　on　learning　that　I　had　not；　but　only　been
  sprinkled；　according　to　the　practice　of　my　church；　he　gave　me　to
  understand　that　my　baptism　was　not　worth　three　halfpence。　　Feeling
  rather　nettled　at　hearing　the　baptism　of　my　church　so　undervalued；
  I　stood　up　for　it；　and　we　were　soon　in　a　dispute；　in　which　I　got
  rather　the　worst；　for　though　he　spuffled　and　sputtered　in　a　most
  extraordinary　manner；　and　spoke　in　a　dialect　which　was　neither
  Welsh；　English　nor　Cheshire；　but　a　mixture　of　all　three；　he　said
  two　or　three　things　rather　difficult　to　be　got　over。　　Finding　that
  he　had　nearly　silenced　me；　he　observed　that　he　did　not　deny　that　I
  had　a　good　deal　of　book　learning；　but　that　in　matters　of　baptism　I
  was　as　ignoran