第27章

wild，beautiful，solitarynature-hermountainsandcascades，herforestsandstreams，herbirds，fishes，andwildanimals。Goto，AbGwilym，withthypseudo-amatoryodes，toMorfydd，orthisorthatotherlady，fairorugly；littledidstthoucareforanyofthem，DameNaturewasthylove，howeverthoumayestseektodisguisethetruth。Yes，yes，sendthylove-messagetoMorfydd，thefairwanton。Bywhomdostthousendit，Iwouldknow？bythesalmonforsooth，whichhauntstherushingstream!theglorioussalmonwhichboundsandgambolsintheflashingwater，andwhosewaysandcircumstancesthousowelldescribest-see，therehehurriesupwardsthroughtheflashingwater。Halloo!whataglimpseofglory-butwhereisMorfyddthewhile？What，anothermessagetothewifeofBwaBach？Ay，truly；andbywhom？-thewind!theswiftwind，therideroftheworld，whosecourseisnottobestayed；whogallopso’erthemountain，and，whenhecomestobroadestriver，asksneitherforboatnorferry；whohasdescribedthewindsowell-hisspeedandpower？ButwhereisMorfydd？AndnowthouartawaitingMorfydd，thewanton，thewifeoftheBwaBach；thouartawaitingherbeneaththetalltrees，amidsttheunderwood；butshecomesnot；noMorfyddisthere。Quiteright，AbGwilym；whatwantestthouwithMorfydd？Butanotherformisnighathand，thatofredReynard，who，seateduponhischineatthemouthofhiscave，looksverycomposedlyatthee；thoustartest，bendestthybow，thycross-bow，intendingtohitReynardwiththeboltjustaboutthejaw；butthebowbreaks，Reynardbarksanddisappearsintohiscave，whichbythineownaccountreacheshell-andthenthouravestatthemisfortuneofthybow，andthenon-appearanceofMorfydd，andabusestReynard。Goto，thoucarestneitherforthybownorforMorfydd，thoumerelyseekestanopportunitytospeakofReynard；andwhohasdescribedhimlikethee？thebrutewiththesharpshrillcry，theblackreverseofmelody，whosefacesometimeswearsasmilelikethedevil’sintheEvangile。ButnowthouartactuallywithMorfydd；yes，shehasstolenfromthedwellingoftheBwaBachandhasmettheebeneaththoserocks-sheisactuallywiththee，AbGwilym；butsheisnotlongwiththee，forastormcomeson，andthundershatterstherocks-Morfyddflees!Quiteright，AbGwilym；thouhadstnoneedofher，abetterthemeforsongisthevoiceoftheLord-therock-shatterer-thanthefrailwifeoftheBwaBach。Goto，AbGwilym，thouwastawiserandabettermanthanthouwouldstfainhavehadpeoplebelieve。

Butenoughoftheeandthysongs!Thosetimespassedrapidly；withAbGwilyminmyhand，Iwasinthemidstofenchantedground，inwhichIexperiencedsensationsakintothoseIhadfeltofyorewhilstspellingmywaythroughthewonderfulbook-thedelightofmychildhood。Isayakin，forperhapsonlyonceinourlivesdoweexperienceunmixedwonderanddelight；andtheseIhadalreadyknown。

CHAPTERXX

Silvergray-Goodwordforeverybody-Aremarkableyouth-

Clients-Gradesinsociety-Thearchdeacon-ReadingtheBible。

’IAMafraidthatIhavenotactedverywiselyinputtingthisboyofourstothelaw，’saidmyfathertomymother，astheysattogetheronesummereveningintheirlittlegarden，beneaththeshadeofsometallpoplars。

Yes，theresatmyfatherinthegardenchairwhichleanedagainstthewallofhisquiethome，thehaveninwhichhehadsoughtrest，and，praisebetoGod，foundit，aftermanyayearofpoorly-

requitedtoil；therehesat，withlocksofsilvergraywhichsetoffsonoblyhisfineboldbutbenevolentface，hisfai