Wild Wales

第34章

"Eighteen,sir,lastCandlemas,"saidthefreckledmaid。

"Areyourparentsalive?"

"Mymotheris,sir,butmyfatherisdead。"

"Whatwasyourfather?"

"HewasanIrishman,sir!andbootstothisinn。"

"IsyourmotherIrish?"

"No,sir,sheisofthisplace;myfathermarriedhershortlyafterhecamehere。"

"Ofwhatreligionareyou?"

"Church,sir,Church。"

"WasyourfatheroftheChurch?"

"Notalways,sir;hewasoncewhatiscalledaCatholic。HeturnedtotheChurchafterhecamehere。"

"A’n’tthereagreatmanyMethodistsinBala?"

"Plenty,sir,plenty。"

"HowcameyourfathernottogoovertotheMethodistsinsteadoftheChurch?"

"’Causehedidn’tlikethem,sir;heusedtosaytheywereatrumpery,cheatingset;thattheywouldn’tswear,butwouldliethroughathree—inchboard。"

"IsupposeyourmotherisaChurch—woman?"

"Sheisnow,sir;butbeforesheknewmyfathershewasaMethodist。"

"Ofwhatreligionisthemasterofthehouse?"

"Church,sir,Church;soisallthefamily。"

"Whoistheclergymanoftheplace?"

"MrPugh,sir!"

"Isheagoodpreacher?"

"Capital,sir!andsoiseachofhiscurates;heandtheyareconvertingtheMethodistsleftandright。"

"Ishouldliketohearhim。"

"Well,sir!thatyoucando。Mymaster,whoisgoingtochurchpresently,willbehappytoaccommodateyouinhispew。"

Iwenttochurchwiththelandlord,atallgentlemanlymanofthenameofJones—OhthateternalnameofJones!Rainwasfallingfast,andweweregladtoholdupourumbrellas。WedidnotgotothechurchatBala,atwhichtherewasnoservicethatmorning,buttothatofalittlevillagecloseby,onthesideofthelake,thelivingofwhichisincorporatedwiththatofBala。Thechurchstandslowdownbythelakeatthebottomofalittlenook。ItsnamewhichisLlanuwchLlyn,isdescriptiveofitsposition,signifyingtheChurchabovetheLake。Itisalong,low,ancientedifice,standingnorth—eastbysouth—west。Thevillageisjustaboveitonarisingground,behindwhichareloftyhillspleasantlydottedwithgroves,trees,andhouses。Theinterioroftheedificehasasomewhatdilapidatedappearance。TheservicewasinWelsh。Theclergymanwasaboutfortyyearsofage,andhadahighly—intelligentlook。Hisvoicewasremarkablyclearanddistinct。Hepreachedanexcellentpracticalsermon,text,14thchapter,22ndverseofLuke,aboutsendingoutservantstoinvitepeopletothesupper。Afterthesermontherewasagatheringforthepoor。

AsIreturnedtotheinnIhadagooddealofconversationwiththelandlordonreligioussubjects。HetoldmethattheChurchofEngland,whichforalongtimehadbeenadown—troddenChurchinWales,hadoflatebeguntoraiseitshead,andchieflyowingtothezealandactivityofitspresentministers;thattheformerministersoftheChurchweregoodmen,buthadnotenergyenoughtosuitthetimesinwhichtheylived;thatthepresentministersfoughttheMethodistpreacherswiththeirownweapons,namely,extemporarypreaching,andbeatthem,winningshoalsfromtheircongregations。HeseemedtothinkthatthetimewasnotfardistantwhentheAnglicanChurchwouldbethepopularaswellastheestablishedChurchofWales。

Findingmyselfratherdullintheinn,Iwentoutagain,notwithstandingthatitrained。IascendedthetomanormoundwhichIhadvisitedonaformeroccasion。Nothingcouldbemoredesolateanddrearythanthescenearound。Thewoodswerestrippedoftheirverdureandthehillswerehalfshroudedinmist。Howunlikewasthisscenetothesmiling,gloriousprospectwhichhadgreetedmyeyesafewmonthsbefore。Theraincomingdownwithredoubledviolence,Iwassoongladtodescendandregaintheinn。

ShortlybeforedinnerIwasvisitedbythelandlady,afinetallwomanofaboutfifty,withconsiderableremainsofbeautyinhercountenance。ShecametoaskmeifIwascomfortable。ItoldherthatitwasmyownfaultifIwasnot。Weweresooninveryfriendlydiscourse。Iaskedherhermaidenname。

"Owen,"saidshe,laughing,"which,aftermypresentnameofJones,isthemostcommonnameinWales。"

"Theywerebothoneandthesameoriginally,"saidI,"OwenandJonesbothmeanJohn。"

ShetoowasastaunchmemberoftheChurchofEngland,whichshesaidwastheonlytrueChurch。Shespokeintermsofhighrespectandadmirationofherminister,andsaidthatanewchurchwasbeingbuilt,theoldonenotbeinglargeenoughtoaccommodatethenumberswhothrongedtohearhim。

Ihadanoblegoosefordinner,towhichIdidamplejustice。

Aboutfouro’clock,theweatherhavingclearedup,Itookastroll。

Itwasabeautifulevening,thoughraincloudsstillhoveredabout。

IwanderedtothenorthernendofLlynTegid,whichIhadpassedintheprecedingevening。Thewindwasblowingfromthesouth,andtinywaveswerebeatingagainsttheshore,whichconsistedofsmallbrownpebbles。Thelakehascertainlynotitsname,whichsignifiesLakeofBeauty,fornothing。Itisabeautifulsheetofwater,andbeautifullysituated。Itisoblongandaboutsixmilesinlength。Onallsides,excepttothenorth,itisboundedbyhills。Thoseatthesouthernendareverylofty,thetallestofwhichisArran,whichliftsitsheadtothecloudslikeahugeloaf。AsIwanderedonthestrandIthoughtofacertainBritishprinceandpoet,whointheveryoldtimesoughtarefugeinthevicinityofthelakefromtherageoftheSaxons。HisnamewasLlewarchHen,ofwhomIwillnowsayafewwords。

LlewarchHen,orLlewarchtheAged,wasbornaboutthecommencementofthesixthanddiedaboutthemiddleoftheseventhcentury,havingattainedtotheprodigiousageofonehundredandfortyorfiftyyears,whichisperhapsthelotofaboutfortyindividualsinthecourseofamillennium。Ifhewasremarkableforhisyearshewasnolesssoforthenumberofhismisfortunes。HewasoneoftheprincesoftheCumbrianBritons;butCumbriawasinvadedbytheSaxons,andasceneofhorridwarensued。Llewarchandhissons,ofwhomhehadtwenty—four,putthemselvesattheheadoftheirforces,andinconjunctionwiththeotherCumbrianprincesmadeabravebutfruitlessoppositiontotheinvaders。Mostofhissonswereslain,andhehimselfwiththeremaindersoughtshelterinPowys,inthehallofCynddylan,itsprince。ButtheSaxonbillsandbowsfoundtheirwaytoPowystoo。Cynddylanwasslain,andwithhimthelastofthesonsofLlewarch,who,reftofhisprotector,retiredtoahutbythesideofthelakeofBala,wherehelivedthelifeofarecluse,andcomposedelegiesonhissonsandslaughteredfriends,andonhisoldage,allofwhichaboundwithsomuchsimplicityandpathosthattheheartofhimmustbehardindeedwhocanreadthemunmoved。Whilstaprincehewasreveredforhiswisdomandequity,andheissaidinoneofthehistoricaltriadstohavebeenoneofthethreeconsultingwarriorsofArthur。

IntheeveningIattendedserviceintheoldchurchatBala。Theinterioroftheedificewasremarkablyplain;noornamentofanykindwasdistinguishable;thecongregationwasoverflowing,amongstwhomIobservedtheinnkeeperandhiswife,thelittlefreckledmaidandtheboots。TheentireservicewasinWelsh。NexttothepewinwhichIsatwasonefilledwithyoungsingingwomen,allofwhomseemedtohavevoicesofwonderfulpower。Theprayerswerereadbyastrappingyoungcurateatleastsixfeethigh。Thesermonwaspreachedbytherector,andwasacontinuationo

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