"Perhaps，"saidI，"theeagledoesnotdealwithhischicks，ortheLordwithHiscreaturesasthefablerepresents。"
　　"Letushopeatanyrate，"saidtheoldgentleman，"thattheLorddoesnot。"
　　"Haveyoueverseenthisbook？"saidhe，andputSmith’s"SeanDana"intomyhand。
　　"Oh，yes，"saidI，"andhavegonethroughit。ItcontainspoemsintheGaeliclanguagebyOisinandothers，collectedintheHighlands。Iwentthroughitalongtimeagowithgreatattention。
　　Someofthepoemsarewonderfullybeautiful。"
　　"Theyareso，"saidtheoldclerk。"Itoohavegonethroughthebook；itwaspresentedtomeagreatmanyyearsagobyaladytowhomIgavesomelessonsintheWelshlanguage。IwentthroughitwiththeassistanceofaGaelicgrammaranddictionary，whichshealsopresentedtome，andIwasstruckwiththehightoneofthepoetry。"
　　"Thiscollectionisvaluableindeed，"saidI；"itcontainspoems，whichnotonlypossessthehighestmerit，butservetoconfirmtheauthenticityofthepoemsofOssian，publishedbyMacpherson，sooftencalledinquestion。AllthepieceshereattributedtoOssianarewritteninthesamemetre，tone，andspirit，asthoseattributedtohimintheothercollection，soifMacpherson’sOssianicpoems，whichhesaidwerecollectedbyhimintheHighlands，areforgeries，Smith’sOssianicpoems，which，accordingtohisaccount，werealsocollectedintheHighlands，mustbealsoforged，andhavebeenimitatedfromthosepublishedbytheother。
　　NowasitiswellknownthatSmithdidnotpossesssufficientpoeticpowertoproduceanyimitationofMacpherson’sOssian，withatenthpartthemeritwhichthe"SeanDana"possess，andthatevenifhehadpossessedit，hisprincipleswouldnothaveallowedhimtoattempttodeceivetheworldbyimposingforgeriesuponit，astheauthenticpoemsofanother，hebeingahighlyrespectableclergyman，thenecessaryconclusionisthattheOssianicpoemswhichbothpublishedaregenuine，andcollectedinthemannerinwhichbothstatedtheywere。"
　　AfteralittlemorediscourseaboutOssian，theoldgentlemanaskedmeiftherewasanygoodmodernGaelicpoetry。"Noneverymodern，"
　　saidI："thelastgreatpoetsoftheGaelwereMacintyreandBuchanan，whoflourishedaboutthemiddleofthelastcentury。ThefirstsangofloveandofHighlandscenery；thelatterwasareligiouspoet。ThebestpieceofMacintyreisanodetoBenDourain，ortheHilloftheWater—dogs—amountainintheHighlands。Themaster—pieceofBuchananishisLaBreitheanasorDayofJudgment，whichisequalinmerit，ornearlyso，totheCywyddyFarn，orJudgmentDayofyourownimmortalGronwyOwen。
　　SingularthatthetwobestpiecesontheDayofJudgmentshouldhavebeenwrittenintwoCelticdialects，andmuchaboutthesametime；butsuchisthefact。"
　　"Really，"saidtheoldchurchclerk，"youseemtoknowsomethingofCelticliterature。"
　　"Alittle，"saidI；"Iamabitofaphilologist；andwhenstudyinglanguagesdipalittleintotheliteraturewhichtheycontain。"
　　AsIhadheardhimsaythathehadoccasionallygivenlessonsintheWelshlanguage，Iinquiredwhetheranyofhispupilshadmademuchprogressinit。"Thegenerality，"saidhe，"soonbecametiredofitsdifficulties，andgaveitupwithoutmakinganyprogressatall。Twoorthreegotontolerablywell。One，however，acquireditinatimesoshortthatitmightbedeemedmarvellous。HewasanOxonian，andcamedownwithanotherinthevacationinordertostudyhardagainsttheyearlycollegiateexamination。HeandhisfriendtooklodgingsatPengwernHall，thenafarm—house，andstudiedandwalkedaboutforsometime，asotheryoungmenfromcollege，whocomedownhere，areinthehabitofdoing。Onedayheandhisfriendcametome，whowasthenclerk，anddesiredtoseetheinteriorofthechurch。SoItookthekeyandwentwiththemintothechurch。WhenhecametothealtarhetookupthelargeWelshCommonPrayer—Book，whichwaslyingthere，andlookedintoit。’AcuriouslanguagethisWelsh，’saidhe；’Ishouldliketolearnit。’’Manyhavewishedtolearnit，withoutbeingable，’
　　saidI；’itisnoeasylanguage。’’Ishouldliketotry，’hereplied；’IwishIcouldfindsomeonewhowouldgivemeafewlessons。’’IhaveoccasionallygiveninstructionsinWelsh，’saidI，’andshallbehappytoobligeyou。’Well，itwasagreedthatheshouldtakelessonsofme；andtomyhousehecameeveryevening，andIgavehimwhatinstructionsIcould。Iwasastonishedathisprogress。Heacquiredthepronunciationinalesson，andwithinaweekwasabletoconstrueandconverse。BythetimeheleftLlangollen，andhewasnothereinallmorethantwomonths，heunderstoodtheWelshBibleaswellasIdid，andcouldspeakWelshsowellthattheWelsh，whodidnotknowhim，tookhimtobeoneofthemselves，forhespokethelanguagewiththeverytoneandmannerofanative。Oh，hewasthecleverestmanforlanguagethatIeverknew；notawordthathehearddidheeverforget。"
　　"JustlikeMezzofanti，"saidI，"thegreatcardinalphilologist。
　　ButwhilstlearningWelsh，didhenotneglecthiscollegiatestudies？"
　　"Well，Iwasratherapprehensiveonthatpoint，"saidtheoldgentleman，"butmarktheevent。AttheexaminationhecameoffmostbrilliantlyinLatin，Greek，mathematics，andotherthingstoo；infact，adoublefirst—classman，asIthinktheycallit。"
　　"Ihaveneverheardofsoextraordinaryanindividual，"saidI。"I
　　couldnomorehavedonewhatyousayhedid，thanIcouldhavetakenwingsandflown。Pray，whatwashisname？"
　　"Hisname，"saidtheoldgentleman，"wasEarl。"
　　Iwasmuchdelightedwithmynewacquaintance，andpaidhimfrequentvisits；themoreIsawhimthemoreheinterestedme。Hewaskindandbenevolent，agoodoldChurchofEnglandChristian，waswellversedinseveraldialectsoftheCeltic，andpossessedanastonishingdealofWelshheraldicandantiquarianlore。OftenwhilstdiscoursingwithhimIalmostfanciedthatIwaswithMasterSalisburie，VaughanofHengwrt，orsomeotherworthyofold，deeplyskilledineverythingremarkableconnectedwithwild"Camber’sLande。"
　　CHAPTERXIX
　　TheVicarandhisFamily—EvanEvans—FoamingAle—LlamyLleidyr—Baptism—JoostVanVondel—OvertoRome—TheMiller’sMan—WelshandEnglish。
　　WEhadreceivedacallfromtheVicarofLlangollenandhislady；
　　wehadreturnedit，andtheyhaddoneusthekindnesstoinviteustotaketeawiththem。Ontheappointedeveningwewent，myself，wife，andHenrietta，andtookteawiththevicarandhiswife，theirsonsanddaughters，alldelightfulandamiablebeings—theeldestsonafineintelligentyoungmanfromOxford，latelyadmittedintotheChurch，andnowassistinghisfatherinhissacredoffice。Adelightfulresidencewasthevicarage，situatedamongsttreesintheneighbourhoodoftheDee。Alargeopenwindowintheroom，inwhichourpartysat，affordedusaviewofagreenplatonthetopofabankrunningdowntotheDee，partoftheriver，thesteepfartherbankcoveredwithumbrageoustrees，andahighmountainbeyond，eventhatofPenyCoedcladwithwood。
　　DuringteaMrE。andIhadagreatdealofdiscourse。Ifoundhimtobeafirst—rateGreekandLatinscholar，andalsoaproficientinthepoeticalliteratureofhisowncountry。InthecourseofdiscourseherepeatedsomenoblelinesofEvanEvans，theunfortunateandeccentricPrydyddHir，ortallpoet，thefriendandcorrespondentofGray，forwhomhemadeliteraltranslationsfromtheWelsh，whichthegreatEnglishgeniusafterwardswroughtintoimmortalverse。
　　"IhaveagreatregardforpoorEvanEvans，"saidMrE。，afterhehadfinishedrepeatingthelines，"fortworeasons：first，becausehewasanillustriousgenius，andsecond，becausehewasaSouth—
　　Wallianlikemyself。"
　　"AndI，"Ireplied，"becausehewasagreatpoet，andlikemyselffondofaglassofcwrwda。"
　　SometimeafterteatheyoungerMrE。andmyselftookawalkinaneasterndirectionalongapathcutinthebank，justabovethestream。Afterproceedingalittlewayamongstmostromanticscenery，IaskedmycompanionifhehadeverheardofthepoolofCatherineLingo—thedeeppool，asthereaderwillpleasetoremember，ofwhichJohnJoneshadspoken。
　　"Ohyes，"saidyoungMrE。："mybrothersandmyselfareinthehabitofbathingtherealmosteverymorning。Wewillgotoitifyouplease。"
　　Weproceeded，andsooncametothepool。Thepoolisabeautifulsheetofwater，seeminglyaboutonehundredandfiftyyardsinlength，byaboutseventyinwidth。Itisboundedontheeastbyalowridgeofrocksformingaweir。Thebanksonbothsidesarehighandprecipitous，andcoveredwithtrees，someofwhichshoottheirarmsforsomewayabovethefaceofthepool。ThisissaidtobethedeepestpoolinthewholecourseoftheDee，varyingindepthfromtwentytothirtyfeet。Enormouspike，calledinWelshpenhwiaid，orducks—heads，fromthesimilaritywhichtheheadofapikebearstothatofaduck，aresaidtobetenantsofthispool。
　　Wereturnedtothevicarage，andatabouttenweallsatdowntosupper。Onthesupper—tablewasamightypitcherfulloffoamingale。
　　"There，"saidmyexcellenthost，ashepouredmeoutaglass，"thereisaglassofcwrw，whichEvanEvanshimselfmighthavedrunk。"
　　Oneeveningmywife，Henrietta，andmyself，attendedbyJohnJones，wentupontheBerwyn，alittletotheeastoftheGeraintorBarber’sHill，tobotanize。HerewefoundafernwhichJohnJonescalledCoedllusyBran，ortheplantoftheCrow’sberry。Therewasahardkindofberryuponit，ofwhichhesaidthecrowswereexceedinglyfond。Wealsodiscoveredtwoorthreeotherstrangeplants，theWelshnamesofwhichourguidetoldus，andwhichwerecuriousanddescriptiveenough。Hetookushomebyaromanticpathwhichwehadneverbeforeseen，andonourwaypointedouttousasmallhouseinwhichhesaidhewasborn。
　　Thedayafter，findingmyselfonthebanksoftheDeeintheupperpartofthevalley，IdeterminedtoexaminetheLlamLleidyrorRobber’sLeap，whichIhadheardspokenofonaformeroccasion。A
　　manpassingnearmewithacartIaskedhimwheretheRobber’sLeapwas。IspokeinEnglish，andwithashakeofhisheadhereplied"DimSaesneg。"OnmyputtingthequestiontohiminWelsh，however，hiscountenancebrightenedup。
　　"DynaLlamLleidyr，sir！"saidhe，pointingtoaverynarrowpartofthestreamalittlewaydown。
　　"Anddidthethieftakeitfromthisside？"Idemanded。
　　"Yes，sir，fromthisside，"repliedtheman。
　　Ithankedhim，andpassingoverthedrypartoftheriver’sbed，cametotheLlamLleidyr。ThewholewateroftheDeeinthedryseasongurglesherethroughapassagenotmorethanfourfeetacross，which，however，isevidentlyprofoundlydeep，asthewaterisasdarkaspitch。Ifthethiefevertooktheleaphemusthavetakenitinthedryseason，forinthewettheDeeisawideandroaringtorrent。Yeteveninthedryseasonitisdifficulttoconceivehowanybodycouldtakethisleap，forontheothersideisarockrisinghighabovethedarkgurglingstream。Onobservingtheoppositeside，however，narrowly，Iperceivedthattherewasasmallholealittlewayuptherock，inwhichitseemedpossibletorestone’sfootforamoment。SoIsupposedthatiftheleapwasevertaken，theindividualwhotookitdartedthetipofhisfootintothehole，thenspringingupseizedthetopoftherockwithhishands，andscrambledup。Fromeithersidetheleapmusthavebeenahighlydangerousone—fromthefarthersidetheleaperwouldincurthealmostcertainriskofbreakinghislegsonaledgeofhardrock，fromthisoffallingbackintothedeephorriblestream，whichwouldprobablysuckhimdowninamoment。
　　FromtheLlamyLleidyrIwenttothecanalandwalkedalongittillIcametothehouseoftheoldmanwhosoldcoals，andwhohadputmeinmindofSmollett’sMorgan；hewasnowstandinginhislittlecoal—yard，leaningoverthepales。IhadspokentohimontwoorthreeoccasionssubsequenttotheoneonwhichImadehisacquaintance，andhadbeeneverytimemoreandmorestruckwiththeresemblancewhichhiswaysandmannersboretothoseofSmollett’scharacter，onwhichaccountIshallcallhimMorgan，thoughsuchwasnothisname。HenowtoldmethatheexpectedthatIshouldbuildavillaandsettledownintheneighbourhood，asIseemedsofondofit。Afteralittlediscourse，inducedeitherbymyquestionsorfromadesiretotalkabouthimself，herelatedtomehishistory，which，thoughnotoneofthemostwonderful，Ishallrepeat。HewasbornnearAberdarroninCaernarvonshire，andinordertomakemeunderstandthepositionoftheplace，anditsbearingwithregardtosomeotherplaces，hedrewmarksinthecoal—dustontheearth。HisfatherwasaBaptistminister，whowhenMorganwasaboutsixyearsofage，wenttoliveatCanolLyn，aplaceatsomelittledistancefromPortHeli。Withhisfatherhecontinuedtillhewasoldenoughtogainhisownmaintenance，whenhewenttoserveafarmerintheneighbourhood。HavingsavedsomemoneyyoungMorgandepartedtothefoundriesatCefnMawr，atwhichheworkedthirtyyearswithanintervaloffour，whichhehadpassedpartlyinworkinginslatequarries，andpartlyuponthecanal。Aboutfouryearsbeforethepresenttimehecametowherehenowlived，wherehecommencedsellingcoals，atfirstonhisownaccountandsubsequentlyforsomeotherperson。Heconcludedhisnarrationbysayingthathewasnowsixty—twoyearsofage，wasafflictedwithvariousdisorders，andbelievedthathewasbreakingup。
　　SuchwasMorgan’shistory；certainlynotaveryremarkableone。
　　YetMorganwasamostremarkableindividual，asIshallpresentlymakeappear。
　　RatheraffectedatthebadaccounthegavemeofhishealthIaskedhimifhefelteasyinhismind？Herepliedperfectlyso，andwhenIinquiredhowhecametofeelsocomfortable，hesaidthathisfeelingsowasowingtohisbaptismintothefaithofChristJesus。
　　OnmytellinghimthatItoohadbeenbaptized，heaskedmeifI
　　hadbeendipped；andonlearningthatIhadnot，butonlybeensprinkled，accordingtothepracticeofmychurch，hegavemetounderstandthatmybaptismwasnotworththreehalfpence。Feelingrathernettledathearingthebaptismofmychurchsoundervalued，Istoodupforit，andweweresooninadispute，inwhichIgotrathertheworst，forthoughhespuffledandsputteredinamostextraordinarymanner，andspokeinadialectwhichwasneitherWelsh，EnglishnorCheshire，butamixtureofallthree，hesaidtwoorthreethingsratherdifficulttobegotover。Findingthathehadnearlysilencedme，heobservedthathedidnotdenythatI
　　hadagooddealofbooklearning，butthatinmattersofbaptismI
　　wasasignorantastherestofthepeopleofthechurchwere，andhadalwaysbeen。Hethensaidthatmanychurchpeoplehadenteredintoargumentwithhimonthesubjectofbaptism，butthathehadgotthebetterofthemall；thatMrP。，theministeroftheparishofL。，inwhichwethenwere，hadfrequentlyenteredintoargumentwithhim，butquiteunsuccessfully，andhadatlastgivenupthematter，asabadjob。Headdedthatalittletimebefore，asMrP。
　　waswalkingclosetothecanalwithhiswifeanddaughterandaspanieldog，MrP。suddenlytookupthedogandflungitin，givingitagoodducking，whereuponhe，Morgan，criedout："Dynaygwirvedydd！Thatistherightbaptism，sir！IthoughtIshouldbringyoutoitatlast！"atwhichwordsMrP。laughedheartily，butmadenoparticularreply。
　　AfteralittletimehebegantotalkaboutthegreatmenwhohadrisenupamongsttheBaptists，andmentionedtwoorthreedistinguishedindividuals。
　　IsaidthathehadnotmentionedthegreatestmanwhohadbeenbornamongsttheBaptists。
　　"Whatwashisname？"saidhe。
　　"HisnamewasJoostVanVondel，"Ireplied。
　　"Ineverheardofhimbefore，"saidMorgan。
　　"Veryprobably，"saidI："hewasborn，bred，anddiedinHolland。"
　　"Hashebeendeadlong？"saidMorgan。
　　"Abouttwohundredyears，"saidI。
　　"That’salongtime，"saidMorgan，"andmaybeisthereasonthatI
　　neverheardofhim。Sohewasagreatman？"
　　"Hewasindeed，"saidI。"HewasnotonlythegreatestmanthateversprangupamongsttheBaptists，butthegreatest，andbyfarthegreatest，thatHollandeverproduced，thoughHollandhasproducedagreatmanyillustriousmen。"
　　"OhIdaresayhewasagreatmanifhewasaBaptist，"saidMorgan。
　　"Well，it’sstrangeIneverreadofhim。IthoughtIhadreadthelivesofalltheeminentpeoplewholivedanddiedinourcommunion。"
　　"HedidnotdieintheBaptistcommunion，"saidI。
　　"Oh，hedidn’tdieinit，"saidMorgan；"What，didhegoovertotheChurchofEngland？aprettyfellow！"
　　"HedidnotgoovertotheChurchofEngland，"saidI，"fortheChurchofEnglanddoesnotexistinHolland；hewentovertotheChurchofRome。"
　　"Well，that’snotquitesobad，"saidMorgan；"however，it’sbadenough。Idaresayhewasaprettyblackguard。"
　　"No，"saidI："hewasapurevirtuouscharacter，andperhapstheonlypureandvirtuouscharacterthateverwentovertoRome。Theonlywonderisthatsogoodamancouldeverhavegoneovertosodetestableachurch；butheappearstohavebeendeluded。"
　　"Deludedindeed！"saidMorgan。"However，Isupposehewentoverforadvancement’ssake。"
　　"No，"saidI；"helosteveryprospectofadvancementbygoingovertoRome：nine—tenthsofhiscountrymenwereofthereformedreligion，andheenduredmuchpovertyandcontemptbythestephetook。"
　　"Howdidhesupporthimself？"saidMorgan。
　　"Heobtainedalivelihood，"saidI，"bywritingpoemsandplays，someofwhicharewonderfullyfine。"
　　"What，"saidMorgan，"awriterofInterludes？OneofTwmo’rNant’sgang！Ithoughthewouldturnoutaprettyfellow。"ItoldhimthatthepersoninquestioncertainlydidwriteInterludes，forexampleNoah，andJosephatGoshen，butthathewasahighlyrespectable，nayvenerablecharacter。
　　"IfhewasawriterofInterludes，"saidMorgan，"hewasablackguard；thereneveryetwasawriterofInterludes，orapersonwhowentaboutplayingthem，thatwasnotascamp。Hemightbeacleverman，Idon’tsayhewasnot。WhowasacleverermanthanTwmo’rNantwithhisPleasureandCare，andRichesandPoverty，butwherewasthereagreaterblackguard？Why，notinallWales。
　　Andifyouknewthisotherfellow—what’shisname—Fondle’shistory，youwouldfindthathewasnotabitmorerespectablethanTwmo’rNant，andnothalfsoclever。AsforhisleavingtheBaptistsIdon’tbelieveawordofit；hewasturnedoutoftheconnection，andthenwentaboutthecountrysayingheleftit。NoBaptistconnectionwouldeverhaveawriterofInterludesinit，notTwmo’rNanthimself，unlesshelefthisalesandInterludesandwantonhussies，forthethreethingsaresuretogotogether。
　　YousayhewentovertotheChurchofRome；ofcoursehedid，iftheChurchofEnglandwerenotathandtoreceivehim，whereshouldhegobuttoRome？NorespectablechurchliketheMethodistortheIndependentwouldhavereceivedhim。Thereareonlytwochurchesintheworldthatwilltakeinanybodywithoutaskingquestions，andwillneverturnthemouthoweverbadtheymaybehave；theoneistheChurchofRome，andtheothertheChurchofCanterbury；andifyoulookintothematteryouwillfindthateveryrogue，rascalandhangedpersonsincetheworldbegan，hasbelongedtooneorotherofthosecommunions。"
　　IntheeveningItookawalkwithmywifeanddaughterpastthePlasNewydd。ComingtothelittlemillcalledtheMelynBac，atthebottomofthegorge，wewentintotheyardtoobservethewater—wheel。Wefoundthatitwasturnedbyaverylittlewater，whichwasconveyedtoitbyartificialmeans。Seeingthemiller’sman，ashortdustyfigure，standingintheyard，Ienteredintoconversationwithhim，andfoundtomygreatsurprisethathehadaconsiderableacquaintancewiththeancientlanguage。OnmyrepeatingtohimversesfromTaliesinheunderstoodthem，andtoshowmethathedid，translatedsomeofthelinesintoEnglish。
　　Twoorthreerespectable—lookinglads，probablythemiller’ssons，cameout，andlistenedtous。OneofthemsaidwewerebothgoodWelshmen。AfteralittletimethemanaskedmeifIhadheardofHuwMorris，ItoldhimthatIwaswellacquaintedwithhiswritings，andenquiredwhethertheplaceinwhichhehadlivedwasnotsomewhereintheneighbourhood。Hesaiditwas；andthatitwasoverthemountainsnotfarfromLlanSanfraid。IaskedwhetheritwasnotcalledPontyMeibion。Heansweredintheaffirmative，andaddedthathehadhimselfbeenthere，andhadsatinHuwMorris’sstonechairwhichwasstilltobeseenbytheroad’sside。
　　ItoldhimthatIhopedtovisittheplaceinafewdays。HerepliedthatIshouldbequiterightindoingso，andthatnooneshouldcometothesepartswithoutvisitingPontyMeibion，forthatHuwMorriswasoneofthecolumnsoftheCumry。
　　"Whatadifference，"saidItomywife，afterwehaddeparted，"betweenaWelshmanandanEnglishmanofthelowerclass。WhatwouldaSuffolkmiller’sswainhavesaidifIhadrepeatedtohimversesoutofBeowulforevenChaucer，andhadaskedhimabouttheresidenceofSkelton。
　　CHAPTERXX
　　HuwMorris—ImmortalElegy—TheValleyofCeiriog—TangledWilderness—Perplexity—ChairofHuwMorris—TheWalkingStick—
　　Huw’sDescendant—PontyMeibion。
　　TwodaysafterthelastadventureIsetoff，overtheBerwyn，tovisitthebirth—placeofHuwMorrisundertheguidanceofJohnJones，whowaswellacquaintedwiththespot。
　　HuwMorusorMorris，wasbornintheyear1622onthebanksoftheCeiriog。Hislifewasalongone，forhediedattheageofeighty—four，afterlivinginsixreigns。Hewasthesecondsonofafarmer，andwasapprenticedtoatanner，withwhom，however，hedidnotstaytilltheexpirationofthetermofhisapprenticeship，fornotlikingthetanningart，hespeedilyreturnedtothehouseofhisfather，whomheassistedinhusbandrytilldeathcalledtheoldmanaway。Hethenassistedhiselderbrother，andonhiselderbrother’sdeath，livedwithhisson。Hedidnotdistinguishhimselfasahusbandman，andappearsnevertohavebeenfondofmanuallabour。Atanearlyperiod，however，heappliedhimselfmostassiduouslytopoetry，andbeforehehadattainedtheageofthirtywascelebrated，throughoutWales，asthebestpoetofhistime。WhenthewarbrokeoutbetweenCharlesandhisparliament，Huwespousedthepartoftheking，notassoldier，forheappearstohavelikedfightinglittlebetterthantanningorhusbandry，butasapoet，andprobablydidthekingmoreserviceinthatcapacitythanhewouldifhehadraisedhimatroopofhorse，oraregimentoffoot，forhewrotesongsbreathingloyaltytoCharles，andfraughtwithpungentsatireagainsthisfoes，whichranlikewild—
　　firethroughWales，andhadagreatinfluenceonthemindsofthepeople。Evenwhentheroyalcausewaslostinthefield，hestillcarriedonapoeticalwaragainstthesuccessfulparty，butnotsoopenlyasbefore，dealingchieflyinallegories，which，however，wereeasytobeunderstood。StrangetosaytheIndependents，whentheyhadtheupperhand，neverinterferedwithhimthoughtheypersecutedcertainRoyalistpoetsoffarinferiornote。OntheaccessionofCharlestheSecondhecelebratedtheeventbyamostsingularpiececalledtheLamentationofOliver’smen，inwhichheassailstheRoundheadswiththemostbitterirony。HewasloyaltoJamestheSecond，tillthatmonarchattemptedtooverthrowtheChurchofEngland，whenHuw，muchtohiscredit，turnedagainsthim，andwrotesongsintheinterestofthegloriousPrinceofOrange。HediedinthereignofgoodQueenAnne。Inhisyouthhisconductwasratherdissolute，butirreproachableandalmostholyinhislatterdays—akindofhalosurroundedhisoldbrow。ItwasthecustominthosedaysinNorthWalesforthecongregationtoleavethechurchinarowwiththeclergymanattheirhead，butsogreatwastheestimationinwhicholdHuwwasuniversallyheld，forthepurityofhislifeandhispoeticalgift，thattheclergymanoftheparishabandoninghisclaimtoprecedence，alwaysinsistedonthegoodandinspiredoldman’sleadingthefile，himselffollowingimmediatelyinhisrear。Huwwroteonvarioussubjects，mostlyincommonandeasilyunderstoodmeasures。Hewasgreatinsatire，greatinhumour，butwhenhepleasedcouldbegreaterinpathosthanineither；forhisbestpieceisanelegyonBarbaraMiddleton，thesweetestsongofthekindeverwritten。FromhisbeingbornonthebanksofthebrookCeiriog，andfromtheflowingmelodyofhisawenormuse，hiscountrymenwereinthehabitofcallinghimEosCeiriog，ortheCeiriogNightingale。