minister　of　the　Church　in　the　year　1745。　　The　next　seven　years　of
  his　life　were　a　series　of　cruel　disappointments　and　pecuniary
  embarrassments。　　The　grand　wish　of　his　heart　was　to　obtain　a　curacy
  and　to　settle　down　in　Wales。　　Certainly　a　very　reasonable　wish。　　To
  say　nothing　of　his　being　a　great　genius；　he　was　eloquent；　highly
  learned；　modest；　meek　and　of　irreproachable　morals；　yet　Gronwy　Owen
  could　obtain　no　Welsh　curacy；　nor　could　his　friend　Lewis　Morris；
  though　he　exerted　himself　to　the　utmost；　procure　one　for　him。　　It
  is　true　that　he　was　told　that　he　might　go　to　Llanfair；　his　native
  place；　and　officiate　there　at　a　time　when　the　curacy　happened　to　be
  vacant；　and　thither　he　went；　glad　at　heart　to　get　back　amongst　his
  old　friends；　who　enthusiastically　welcomed　him；　yet　scarcely　had　he
  been　there　three　weeks　when　he　received　notice　from　the　Chaplain　of
  the　Bishop　of　Bangor　that　he　must　vacate　Llanfair　in　order　to　make
  room　for　a　Mr　John　Ellis；　a　young　clergyman　of　large　independent
  fortune；　who　was　wishing　for　a　curacy　under　the　Bishop　of　Bangor；
  Doctor　Hutton　…　so　poor　Gronwy　the　eloquent；　the　learned；　the　meek；
  was　obliged　to　vacate　the　pulpit　of　his　native　place　to　make　room
  for　the　rich　young　clergyman；　who　wished　to　be　within　dining
  distance　of　the　palace　of　Bangor。　　Truly　in　this　world　the　full
  shall　be　crammed；　and　those　who　have　little；　shall　have　the　little
  which　they　have　taken　away　from　them。　　Unable　to　obtain　employment
  in　Wales　Gronwy　sought　for　it　in　England；　and　after　some　time
  procured　the　curacy　of　Oswestry　in　Shropshire；　where　he　married　a
  respectable　young　woman；　who　eventually　brought　him　two　sons　and　a
  daughter。
  From　Oswestry　he　went　to　Donnington　near　Shrewsbury；　where　under　a
  certain　Scotchman　named　Douglas；　who　was　an　absentee；　and　who　died
  Bishop　of　Salisbury；　he　officiated　as　curate　and　master　of　a
  grammar　school　for　a　stipend　…　always　grudgingly　and　contumeliously
  paid　…　of　three…and…twenty　pounds　a　year。　　From　Donnington　he
  removed　to　Walton　in　Cheshire；　where　he　lost　his　daughter　who　was
  carried　off　by　a　fever。　　His　next　removal　was　to　Northolt；　a
  pleasant　village　in　the　neighbourhood　of　London。
  He　held　none　of　his　curacies　long；　either　losing　them　from　the
  caprice　of　his　principals；　or　being　compelled　to　resign　them　from
  the　parsimony　which　they　practised　towards　him。　　In　the　year　1756
  he　was　living　in　a　garret　in　London　vainly　soliciting　employment　in
  his　sacred　calling；　and　undergoing　with　his　family　the　greatest
  privations。　　At　length　his　friend　Lewis　Morris；　who　had　always
  assisted　him　to　the　utmost　of　his　ability；　procured　him　the
  mastership　of　a　government　school　at　New　Brunswick　in　North　America
  with　a　salary　of　three　hundred　pounds　a　year。　　Thither　he　went　with
  his　wife　and　family；　and　there　he　died　sometime　about　the　year
  1780。
  He　was　the　last　of　the　great　poets　of　Cambria　and；　with　the
  exception　of　Ab　Gwilym；　the　greatest　which　she　has　produced。　　His
  poems　which　for　a　long　time　had　circulated　through　Wales　in
  manuscript　were　first　printed　in　the　year　1819。　　They　are　composed
  in　the　ancient　Bardic　measures；　and　were　with　one　exception；　namely
  an　elegy　on　the　death　of　his　benefactor　Lewis　Morris；　which　was
  transmitted　from　the　New　World；　written　before　he　had　attained　the
  age　of　thirty…five。　　All　his　pieces　are　excellent；　but　his
  masterwork　is　decidedly　the　Cywydd　y　Farn　or　〃Day　of　Judgment。〃
  This　poem　which　is　generally　considered　by　the　Welsh　as　the
  brightest　ornament　of　their　ancient　language；　was　composed　at
  Donnington；　a　small　hamlet　in　Shropshire　on　the　north…west　spur　of
  the　Wrekin；　at　which　place；　as　has　been　already　said；　Gronwy　toiled
  as　schoolmaster　and　curate　under　Douglas　the　Scot；　for　a　stipend　of
  three…and…twenty　pounds　a　year。
  CHAPTER　XXXI
  Start　for　Anglesey　…　The　Post…Master　…　Asking　Questions　…　Mynydd
  Lydiart　…　Mr　Pritchard　…　Way　to　Llanfair。
  WHEN　I　started　from　Bangor；　to　visit　the　birth…place　of　Gronwy
  Owen；　I　by　no　means　saw　my　way　clearly　before　me。　　I　knew　that　he
  was　born　in　Anglesey　in　a　parish　called　Llanfair　Mathafarn　eithaf；
  that　is　St　Mary's　of　farther　Mathafarn　…　but　as　to　where　this
  Mathafarn　lay；　north　or　south；　near　or　far；　I　knew　positively
  nothing。　　Passing　through　the　northern　suburb　of　Bangor　I　saw　a
  small　house　in　front　of　which　was　written　〃post…office〃　in　white
  letters；　before　this　house　underneath　a　shrub　in　a　little　garden
  sat　an　old　man　reading。　　Thinking　that　from　this　person；　whom　I
  judged　to　be　the　post…master；　I　was　as　likely　to　obtain　information
  with　respect　to　the　place　of　my　destination　as　from　any　one；　I
  stopped；　and　taking　off　my　hat　for　a　moment；　inquired　whether　he
  could　tell　me　anything　about　the　direction　of　a　place　called
  Llanfair　Mathafarn　eithaf。　　He　did　not　seem　to　understand　my
  question；　for　getting　up　he　came　towards　me　and　asked　what　I
  wanted：　　I　repeated　what　I　had　said；　whereupon　his　face　became
  animated。
  〃Llanfair　Mathafarn　eithaf！〃　said　he。　　〃Yes；　I　can　tell　you　about
  it；　and　with　good　reason；　for　it　lies　not　far　from　the　place　where
  I　was　born。〃
  The　above　was　the　substance　of　what　he　said；　and　nothing　more；　for
  he　spoke　in　English　somewhat　broken。
  〃And　how　far　is　Llanfair　from　here？〃　said　I。
  〃About　ten　miles；〃　he　replied。
  〃That's　nothing；〃　said　I：　　〃I　was　afraid　it　was　much　farther。〃
  〃Do　you　call　ten　miles　nothing；〃　said　he；　〃in　a　burning　day　like
  this？　　I　think　you　will　be　both　tired　and　thirsty　before　you　get　to
  Llanfair；　supposing　you　go　there　on　foot。　　But　what　may　your
  business　be　at　Llanfair？〃　said　he；　looking　at　me　inquisitively。
  〃It　is　a　strange　place　to　go　to；　unless　you　go　to　buy　hogs　or
  cattle。〃
  〃I　go　to　buy　neither　hogs　nor　cattle；〃　said　I；　〃though　I　am
  somewhat　of　a　judge　of　both；　I　go　on　a　more　important　errand；
  namely　to　see　the　birth…place　of　the　great　Gronwy　Owen。〃
  〃Are　you　any　relation　of　Gronwy　Owen？〃　said　the　old　man；　looking　at
  me　more　inquisitively　than　before；　through　a　large　pair　of
  spectacles　which　he　wore。
  〃None　whatever；〃　said　I。
  〃Then　why　do　you　go　to　see　his　parish；　it　is　a　very　poor　one。〃
  〃From　respect　to　his　genius；〃　said　I；　〃I　read　his　works　long　ago；
  and　was　delighted　with　them。〃
  〃Are　you　a　Welshman？〃　said　the　old　man。
  〃No；〃　said　I；　〃I　am　no　Welshman。〃
  〃Can　you　speak　Welsh？〃　said　he；　addressing　me　in　that　language。
  〃A　little；〃　said　I；　〃but　not　so　well　as　I　can　read　it。〃
  〃Well；〃　said　the　old　man；　〃I　have　lived　here　a　great　many　years；
  but　never　before　did　a　Saxon　call　upon　me；　asking　questions　about
  Gronwy　Owen；　or　his　birth…place。　　Immortality　to　his　memory！　　I　owe
  much　to　him；　for　reading　his　writings　taught　me　to　be　a　poet！〃
  〃Dear　me！〃　said　I；　〃are　you　a　poet？〃
  〃I　trust　I　am；〃　said　he；　〃though　the　humblest　of　Ynys　Fon。〃
  A　flash　of　proud　fire；　methought；　illumined　his　features　as　he
  pronounced　these　last　words。
  〃I　am　most　happy　to　have　met　you；〃　said　I；　〃but　tell　me　how　am　I　to
  get　to　Llanfair？〃
  〃You　must　go　first；〃　said　he；　〃to　Traeth　Coch　which　in　Saxon　is
  called　the　'Red　Sand。'　　In　the　village　called　the　Pentraeth　which
  lies　above　that　sand；　I　was　born；　through　the　village　and　over　the
  bridge　you　must　pass；　and　after　walking　four　miles　due　north　you
  will　find　yourself　in　Llanfair　eithaf；　at　the　northern　extremity　of
  Mon。　　Farewell！　　That　ever　Saxon　should　ask　me　about　Gronwy　Owen；
  and　his　birth…place！　　I　scarcely　believe　you　to　be　a　Saxon；　but
  whether　you　be　or　not；　I　repeat　farewell。〃
  Coming　to　the　Menai　Bridge　I　asked　the　man　who　took　the　penny　toll
  at　the　entrance；　the　way　to　Pentraeth　Coch。
  〃You　see　that　white　house　by　the　wood；〃　said　he；　pointing　some
  distance　into　Anglesey；　〃you　must　make　towards　it　till　you　come　to
  a　place　where　there　are　four　cross　roads　and　then　you　must　take　the
  road　to　the　right。〃
  Passing　over　the　bridge　I　made　my　way　towards　the　house　by　the　wood
  which　stood　on　the　hill　till　I　came　where　the　four　roads　met；　when
  I　turned　to　the　right　as　directed。
  The　country　through　which　I　passed　seemed　tolerably　well
  cultivated；　the　hedge…rows　were　very　high；　seeming　to　spring　out　of
  low　stone　walls。　　I　met　two　or　three　gangs　of　reapers　proceeding　to
  their　work　with　scythes　in　their　hands。
  In　about　half…an…hour　I　passed　by　a　farm…house　partly　surrounded
  with　walnut　trees。　　Still　the　same　high　hedges　on　both　sides　of　the
  road：　　are　these　hedges　relics　of　the　sacrificial　groves　of　Mona？
  thought　I　to　myself。　　Then　I　came　to　a　wretched　village　through
  which　I　hurried　at　the　rate　of　six　miles　an　hour。　　I　then　saw　a
  long；　lofty；　craggy　hill　on　my　right　hand　towards　the　east。
  〃What　mountain　is　that？〃　said　I　to　an　urchin　playing　in　the　hot
  dust　of　the　road。
  〃Mynydd　Lydiart！〃　said　the　urchin；　tossing　up　a　handful　of　the　hot
  dust　into　the　air；　part　of　which　in　descending　fell　into　my　eyes。
  I　shortly　afterwards　passed　by　a　handsome　lodge。　　I　then　saw
  groves；　mountain　Lydiart　forming　a　noble　background。
  〃Who　owns　this　wood？〃　said　I　in　Welsh　to　two　men　who　were　limbing　a
  felled　tree　by　the　road…side。
  〃Lord　Vivian；〃　answered　one；　touching　his　hat。