very　seasonable　one；　being　about　the　harvest；　and　in　it　things
  temporal　and　spiritual　were　very　happily　blended。　　The　part　of　the
  sermon　which　I　heard　…　I　regretted　that　I　did　not　hear　the　whole　…
  lasted　about　five…and…twenty　minutes：　　a　hymn　followed；　and　then
  the　congregation　broke　up。　　I　inquired　the　name　of　the　young　man
  who　preached；　and　was　told　that　it　was　Edwards；　and　that　he　came
  from　Caernarvon。　　The　name　of　the　incumbent　of　the　parish　was
  Thomas。
  Leaving　the　village　of　the　harvest　sermon　I　proceeded　on　my　way
  which　lay　to　the　south…east。　　I　was　now　drawing　nigh　to　the
  mountainous　district　of　Eryri；　a　noble　hill　called　Mount　Eilio
  appeared　before　me　to　the　north；　an　immense　mountain　called　Pen
  Drws　Coed　lay　over　against　it　on　the　south；　just　like　a　couchant
  elephant　with　its　head　lower　than　the　top　of　its　back。　　After　a
  time　I　entered　a　most　beautiful　sunny　valley；　and　presently　came　to
  a　bridge　over　a　pleasant　stream　running　in　the　direction　of　the
  south。　　As　I　stood　upon　that　bridge　I　almost　fancied　myself　in
  Paradise；　everything　looked　so　beautiful　or　grand　…　green；　sunny
  meadows　lay　all　around　me；　intersected　by　the　brook；　the　waters　of
  which　ran　with　tinkling　laughter　over　a　shingly　bottom。　　Noble
  Eilio　to　the　north；　enormous　Pen　Drws　Coed　to　the　south；　a　tall
  mountain　far　beyond　them　to　the　east。　　〃I　never　was　in　such　a
  lovely　spot！〃　I　cried　to　myself　in　a　perfect　rapture。　　〃Oh；　how
  glad　I　should　be　to　learn　the　name　of　this　bridge；　standing　on
  which　I　have　had　'Heaven　opened　to　me；'　as　my　old　friends　the
  Spaniards　used　to　say。〃　　Scarcely　had　I　said　these　words　when　I
  observed　a　man　and　a　woman　coming　towards　the　bridge　in　the
  direction　in　which　I　was　bound。　　I　hastened　to　meet　them　in　the
  hope　of　obtaining　information。　　They　were　both　rather　young；　and
  were　probably　a　couple　of　sweethearts　taking　a　walk　or　returning
  from　meeting。　　The　woman　was　a　few　steps　in　advance　of　the　man；
  seeing　that　I　was　about　to　address　her；　she　averted　her　head　and
  quickened　her　steps；　and　before　I　had　completed　the　question；　which
  I　put　to　her　in　Welsh；　she　had　bolted　past　me　screaming　〃Ah　Dim
  Seasneg；〃　and　was　several　yards　distant。
  I　then　addressed　myself　to　the　man　who　had　stopped；　asking　him　the
  name　of　the　bridge。
  〃Pont　Bettws；〃　he　replied。
  〃And　what　may　be　the　name　of　the　river？〃　said　I。
  〃Afon　…　something；〃　said　he。
  And　on　my　thanking　him　he　went　forward　to　the　woman　who　was　waiting
  for　him　by　the　bridge。
  〃Is　that　man　Welsh　or　English？〃　I　heard　her　say　when　he　had
  rejoined　her。
  〃I　don't　know；〃　said　the　man　…　〃he　was　civil　enough；　why　were　you
  such　a　fool？〃
  〃Oh；　I　thought　he　would　speak　to　me　in　English；〃　said　the　woman；
  〃and　the　thought　of　that　horrid　English　puts　me　into　such　a
  flutter；　you　know　I　can't　speak　a　word　of　it。〃
  They　proceeded　on　their　way　and　I　proceeded　on　mine；　and　presently
  coming　to　a　little　inn　on　the　left　side　of　the　way；　at　the　entrance
  of　a　village；　I　went　in。
  A　respectable…looking　man　and　woman　were　seated　at　tea　at　a　table
  in　a　nice　clean　kitchen。　　I　sat　down　on　a　chair　near　the　table；　and
  called　for　ale　…　the　ale　was　brought　me　in　a　jug　…　I　drank　some；
  put　the　jug　on　the　table；　and　began　to　discourse　with　the　people　in
  Welsh。　　A　handsome　dog　was　seated　on　the　ground；　suddenly　it　laid
  one　of　its　paws　on　its　master's　knee。
  〃Down；　Perro；〃　said　he。
  〃Perro！〃　said　I；　〃why　do　you　call　the　dog　Perro？〃
  〃We　call　him　Perro；〃　said　the　man；　〃because　his　name　is　Perro。〃
  〃But　how　came　you　to　give　him　that　name？〃　said　I。
  〃We　did　not　give　it　to　him；〃　said　the　man　…　〃he　bore　that　name　when
  he　came　into　our　hands；　a　farmer　gave　him　to　us　when　he　was　very
  young；　and　told　us　his　name　was　Perro。〃
  〃And　how　came　the　farmer　to　call　him　Perro？〃　said　I。
  〃I　don't　know；〃　said　the　man　…　〃why　do　you　ask？〃
  〃Perro；〃　said　I；　〃is　a　Spanish　word；　and　signifies　a　dog　in
  general。　　I　am　rather　surprised　that　a　dog　in　the　mountains　of
  Wales　should　be　called　by　the　Spanish　word　for　dog。〃　　I　fell　into　a
  fit　of　musing。　　〃How　Spanish　words　are　diffused！　　Wherever　you　go
  you　will　find　some　Spanish　word　or　other　in　use。　　I　have　heard
  Spanish　words　used　by　Russian　mujiks　and　Turkish　fig…gatherers　…　I
  have　this　day　heard　a　Spanish　word　in　the　mountains　of　Wales；　and　I
  have　no　doubt　that　were　I　to　go　to　Iceland　I　should　find　Spanish
  words　used　there。　　How　can　I　doubt　it；　when　I　reflect　that　more
  than　six　hundred　years　ago；　one　of　the　words　to　denote　a　bad　woman
  was　Spanish。　　In　the　oldest　of　Icelandic　domestic　Sagas；
  Skarphedin；　the　son　of　Nial　the　seer；　called　Hallgerdr；　widow　of
  Gunnar；　a　puta　…　and　that　word　so　maddened　Hallgerdr　that　she　never
  rested　till　she　had　brought　about　his　destruction。　　Now；　why　this
  preference　everywhere　for　Spanish　words　over　those　of　every　other
  language？　　I　never　heard　French　words　or　German　words　used　by
  Russian　mujiks　and　Turkish　fig…gatherers。　　I　question　whether　I
  should　find　any　in　Iceland　forming　part　of　the　vernacular。　　I
  certainly　never　found　a　French　or　even　a　German　word　in　an　old
  Icelandic　Saga。　　Why　this　partiality　everywhere　for　Spanish　words？
  the　question　is　puzzling；　at　any　rate　it　puts　me　out　…　〃
  〃Yes；　it　puts　me　out！〃　I　exclaimed　aloud；　striking　my　fist　on　the
  table　with　a　vehemence　which　caused　the　good　folks　to　start　half　up
  from　their　seats。　　Before　they　could　say　anything；　however；　a
  vehicle　drove　up　to　the　door；　and　a　man　getting　out　came　into　the
  room。　　He　had　a　glazed　hat　on　his　head；　and　was　dressed　something
  like　the　guard　of　a　mail。　　He　touched　his　hat　to　me；　and　called　for
  a　glass　of　whiskey。　　I　gave　him　the　sele　of　the　evening　and　entered
  into　conversation　with　him　in　English。　　In　the　course　of　discourse
  I　learned　that　he　was　the　postman；　and　was　going　his　rounds　in　his
  cart　…　he　was　more　than　respectful　to　me；　he　was　fawning　and
  sycophantic。　　The　whiskey　was　brought；　and　he　stood　with　the　glass
  in　his　hand。　　Suddenly　he　began　speaking　Welsh　to　the　people；
  before；　however；　he　had　uttered　two　sentences　the　woman　lifted　her
  hand　with　an　alarmed　air；　crying　〃Hush！　he　understands。〃　　The
  fellow　was　turning　me　to　ridicule。　　I　flung　my　head　back；　closed　my
  eyes；　opened　my　mouth　and　laughed　aloud。　　The　fellow　stood　aghast；
  his　hand　trembled；　and　he　spilt　the　greater　part　of　the　whiskey
  upon　the　ground。　　At　the　end　of　about　half　a　minute　I　got　up；　asked
  what　I　had　to　pay；　and　on　being　told　twopence；　I　put　down　the
  money。　　Then　going　up　to　the　man　I　put　my　right　forefinger　very
  near　to　his　nose；　and　said　〃Dwy　o　iaith　dwy　o　wyneb；　two　languages；
  two　faces；　friend！〃　　Then　after　leering　at　him　for　a　moment　I
  wished　the　people　of　the　house　good…evening　and　departed。
  Walking　rapidly　on　towards　the　east　I　soon　drew　near　the
  termination　of　the　valley。　　The　valley　terminates　in　a　deep　gorge
  or　pass　between　Mount　Eilio　…　which　by…the…bye　is　part　of　the　chine
  of　Snowdon　…　and　Pen　Drws　Coed。　　The　latter；　that　couchant　elephant
  with　its　head　turned　to　the　north…east；　seems　as　if　it　wished　to
  bar　the　pass　with　its　trunk；　by　its　trunk　I　mean　a　kind　of　jaggy
  ridge　which　descends　down　to　the　road。　　I　entered　the　gorge；
  passing　near　a　little　waterfall　which　with　much　noise　runs　down　the
  precipitous　side　of　Mount　Eilio；　presently　I　came　to　a　little　mill
  by　the　side　of　a　brook　running　towards　the　east。　　I　asked　the
  miller…woman；　who　was　standing　near　the　mill；　with　her　head　turned
  towards　the　setting　sun；　the　name　of　the　mill　and　the　stream。　　〃The
  mill　is　called　'The　mill　of　the　river　of　Lake　Cwellyn；'〃　said　she；
  〃and　the　river　is　called　the　river　of　Lake　Cwellyn。〃
  〃And　who　owns　the　land？〃　said　I。
  〃Sir　Richard；〃　said　she。　　〃I　Sir　Richard　yw　yn　perthyn　y　tir。　　Mr
  Williams；　however；　possesses　some　part　of　Mount　Eilio。〃
  〃And　who　is　Mr　Williams？〃　said　I。
  〃Who　is　Mr　Williams？〃　said　the　miller's　wife。　　〃Ho；　ho！　what　a
  stranger　you　must　be　to　ask　me　who　is　Mr　Williams。〃
  I　smiled　and　passed　on。　　The　mill　was　below　the　level　of　the　road；
  and　its　wheel　was　turned　by　the　water　of　a　little　conduit　supplied
  by　the　brook　at　some　distance　above　the　mill。　　I　had　observed
  similar　conduits　employed　for　similar　purposes　in　Cornwall。　　A
  little　below　the　mill　was　a　weir；　and　a　little　below　the　weir　the
  river　ran　frothing　past　the　extreme　end　of　the　elephant's　snout。
  Following　the　course　of　the　river　I　at　last　emerged　with　it　from
  the　pass　into　a　valley　surrounded　by　enormous　mountains。　　Extending
  along　it　from　west　to　east；　and　occupying　its　entire　southern　part
  lay　an　oblong　piece　of　water；　into　which　the　streamlet　of　the　pass
  discharged　itself。　　This　was　one　of　the　many　beautiful　lakes；　which
  a　few　days　before　I　had　seen　from　the　Wyddfa。　　As　for　the　Wyddfa　I
  now　beheld　it　high　above　me　in　the　north…east　looking　very　grand
  indeed；　shining　like　a　silver　helmet　whilst　catching　the　glories　of
  the　setting　sun。
  I　proceeded　slowly　along　the　road；　the　lake　below　me　on　my　right
  hand；　whilst　the　shelvy　side　of　Snowdon　rose　above　me　on　the　left。
  The　evening　was　calm　and　still；　and　no　noise　came　upon　my　ear　save
  the　sound　of　a　cascade　fal