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in the parish of Llanhasa, is to be seen the site of Edwin's Castle, where no doubt he occasionally resided; I have not been able to trace the founder, but most probably it was built by his grandfather, Edwin, the earl of Mercia. Rhual, near Mold, was the residence of Edwin when he died, for it is recorded that “ Edwin of Rhual was buried in Northop, in 1073,"* and Rhual, t or more properly Rhial, from rhi and gal, which means the fair spot of the chief, very likely derived its name from the occupier. “He bore argent a cross flory engrailed sable, inter four Cornish choughs." He had two sons and a daughter, viz. Owain, Uchtryd, and Eweryd. Owain, called Owain Vradwr, was chief counsellor and father-in-law of Grufydd ab Cynan; he is justly styled Owain the traitor, for he invited Hugh Goch, or Red-haired, Hugh de Montgomery, earl of Arundel and Salop, Hugh Vras, or the fat earl of Chester, and other nobles to invade North Wales: he himself assisting them with all his power. They proceeded with a large army as far as Angleseat where Hugh, earl of Salop, was shot in the face by an arrow, of which he died. Hugh, earl of Chester, on his return to England, after driving Grufydd ab Cynan to Ireland, A.D. 1096, left Owain a prince in the land, which was gained by his treachery. His wife was Morvydd, daughter to Ednywen Bendew, of Ľlys Coed y Mynydd, Bodfari. He died of a consumption in 1103: he had children, 'Gronow, Ririd, Meiler, and Angharad, who married Gryfyd ab Cynan.
Uchtryd, Edwin's other son,“ lived anno 1094, he married Elen, daughter to Tudor Mawr, prince of South Wales, widdow to Bleddyn ap Meinach, prince of Brecon ; (Harleian ms. 2288, fo. 175,) another ms. says he married a daughter of Rees Sais. He was one of four Welsh persons of distinction appointed by Richard, Bishop of London, and warden of the Marches, in Henry I., 1108, to destroy Dyved, and to take or kill Owain ab Cadwgan, to avenge the dishonor he had done to the king, for which great rewards, besides the rule of the country, were promised them. But Uchtryd sent privately to warn the people of their danger, and, instead of destroying them, saved all that filed to him; and, by a stratagem, impeded the speed of the enemies in order that Cadwgan and his son Owain might have time to escape to Ireland.
Uchtryd's inheritance was in Merionyddshire, he built Cymmer Castle in that county, which was demolished in 1113, by Einion 63 ab Cadwgan, and Grufydd ab Maredydd, ab Bleddyn.
Edwin's father, Grono, had two wives, Angharad, daughter to Meiric ap Idwal Voel, king of North Wales, and Elfled, daughter
* Cambrian Register.
After the Saxons had conquered Man, in 968, they called it Anglesie, that is, the Saxon Island. Brut y T.
to Edwin, earl of Chester, and widow of Edmund Ironside, king of England, (Harleian ms., 2287, fo. 175,) as others, Jane, heiress to Edwyn, earl of Chester, and the last earl of Mercia, who owned all this tract of Flintshire, and under whom Edwin held his possessions. At the Conquest, William dispossessed the earl of Mercia of his possessions here, and bestowed them on Hugh Lupus, to whom he granted North Wales in farm, at the rent of £40 per annum, besides Rhos and Rhyvaniog.
Mr. Pennant says that Llys estate continued in the family till the death of a descendant of his, Hywel Gwynedd, who lost his life in the cause of Glyndwr, when his forfeited estates were bestowed, by Henry IV., on one Bryan Saxton. His posterity possessed them till the 17th year of Henry VI.,t who granted them to Sir John Stanley, groom of the bedchamber. “Angharad, daughter of Ilowel ap Tudyr, descended from Edwin, was heiress of Llys: (temp. Ed. IV.) afterwards her son, William Stanley, by her second husband, Edm. Stanley, came in possession of that place, and other lands in Llaneurgain Parish." Sir Edward Stanley,t of Flint, married to a daughter of George Lord Stanley, about the latter end of the reign of Henry VII., was probably owner of this place, for it remained in the Stanley family till Cromwell's time, when a Colonel Roger Whitley, one of those agents of sequestration, came to possess the lands on which the old palace stood, which became afterwards, by marriage, the property of the earl of Plymouth, it now belongs to earl Grosvenor, of Eaton Abbey, Cheshire.
Descended from Edwin are Lloyds, of Isfarm; Edwards, of Stansky; Wynns, of Copper Leni; Parrys, of Llaneurgain and Caervallwch; Pryse, of Aelwyduchav, &c., Thomas Owen, a Judge of the Common Pleas, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, father of Sir Roger Owen, late of Cundover, knight, was descended from Edwin. Also, Sir Thomas Powell, one of the Judges of the King's Bench, in the time of William III.; the family of Nanteos, in Cardiganshire; and the Gwyns of Monachdy, in the same county.
• Henry IV. reigned from 1399 to 1412. † Henry VI.
ditto 1422 to 1461. In old mss. we often meet with Stanleys of Evlo or Ewloe. “Edward Llwyd ap Davyd Llwyd married Cath. Vuch Pierce Stanley of Ewloe.” ş Henry VIŤ. reigned from 1485 to 1509.
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Three things have I lov'd, and would die for their sake;
ADVENTURES OF A WELSH MEDICAL STUDENT.
FOUNDED ON FACT.
Reflections upon the past occurrences of an eventful life are so intermingled with pain, as well as pleasure, that it requires, in a debilitated frame, no little exertion of mental strength to produce a copious flow of those ideas which have reference to the career of youth. But, when once aroused from inaction, the mind embraces, with an extraordinary vividness of feeling, all the circumstances which formerly influenced it, and produces in the imagination a panoramic view of the scenes and situations which form the features of its past history, and casts a darkened shade or lustrous glow over the follies and vicissitudes of which it was the victim, and characterises all the minor traits of incident with a romantic expression, which, for a time, cherishes even the frigid heart of the man blighted by disappointment and enervated in health. But how much more vigorous are these reminiscences, when ambition ceases to influence, and the cancerous passions of evil are plucked from the bosom, and are succeeded by age and experience, and the luxurious operations of a peaceful and contented resignation. Thus the mind, in a pure and exalted state, cannot refrain from contrasting its past turmoil with its present placidity, and tracing the principles which produced its results. It probably leans, with the whole weight of conscious guilt, upon some one conspicuous era of early life, and retreats with repugnance and disgust from the one action »hich has subsequently become the bane of recollection, and the cause of years of repentance and remorse.
Haunted by this demon, which assumes a variety of forms, according to the sphere in which we move, and presents itself whenever our prospects are most bright, with hope leading us exultingly forward, the spectral figure overshadows our path, and reminds us of mourning, despair, and death; and how many have sunk, in the prime of their age, when the blossoms of life bad just ripened into fruit, and were receiving from the genial ray of social life the refined and mellow tint of manhood, arrayed in intellectual and physical comeliness. However philosophical a man's mind may be, or cheerful in its contemplation of the present, or of the future, it cannot but look back through the distant veil of the past, without being struck with the disproportionate realization of his wishes to the glorious imaginations of youth, and gazing upon the ruins of his former ambitions, and lofty speculations, as the mariner escaped from the wreck, views upon the beach the broken fragments of the noble and stately vessel, whose fortunes and his own are eternally ruined.
But whatever circumstances may have occurred to embitter recollection, and to embroil the prudent reasoning of age with the theoretic visions of youth, there is, probably, no one but has experienced in the outset of life, some small portion of ecstatic bliss, such as cannot be forgotten even amid the gayest and most dissipated moments, and upon which he doats with all the cherished 'fervour he experienced in those rapturous moments, when the indelible impression was first made.
All men (worthy of the name) start in the pilgrimage of life with animation, and “the sword, gown, gain, glory,” become the objects of our hopes and endeavours. But some minor accidents frequently take place to thwart our purposes, and leading the mind to other objects of expectation, ruin the intention, or strangely render our exertions of little avail.
I was the only son of poor but respectable people in the mountains of Arvon, and the desire of my parents was to give me an education that might fit me for a learned profession, and enable me, by the exercise of those talents which their fondness believed me to possess, to move in a more extended and a higher sphere than their own situation in life would otherwise have entitled me to; when, after passing through the usual gradations of a public school, I was articled to an apothecary, of some practice, in a large town, on the borders of my native Principality; and during the period of my abode there, although I had very little opportunity of cultivating the society of men of the world, I had the gratification of making the acquaintance of those who, in after life, have been of great service to my professional views, and who have directed my studies, influenced my judgment, and guided me from the abyss of pleasure, whenever they supposed me to be advancing too close upon its awful brink. There was another cause which hallowed, to my mind, this scene of my youthful outset; in comparison with which all my subsequent enjoyments have been but insipid, and my attachments but as the faint rays of moonlight; beautiful but sad; soft but neither so vivid nor permanent as was the first blush of love upon my youthful heart, which broke like the radiant, glowing light of morn, warming and preserving my inmost soul, and remaining, even to this moment, without a shadow. Reader, indulge me but for one moment, while I open to you my heart, and display before you the most blissful and precious reminiscences it contains.
One beautiful autumnal evening in 17–, I was descending one of my native hills, and had wandered a little out of the beaten track to vary the prospect of the lovely vale beneath me, when suddenly I heard the melodjous air of Llwyn On, sung in so sweet and plaintive a tone, as if the warbler, whoever it might be, was communing with the spirit of song, on the high solitude of the mountain's brow. Feeling conscious of being unheard by any
mortal, save, perhaps, the solitary shepherd, the soul of music was breathed more tenderly into the strain.
My curiosity was, of course, awakened, and moving gently forward to a small covert of trees, I discovered the fair songstress reclining on a mossy couch, which, perhaps, her own hand had raised. My first impulse was to obtrude myself upon her presence; but I felt convinced, from the character of countenance which I there saw, that the lovely girl would have Aown from me like the mountain goat, and that, in all probability, the step would have been fatal to a more friendly intercourse, and, I, therefore, contented myself with watching her safely home to the shelter of a small but extremely neat cottage, which stood about a mile from the spot; and it may be supposed that the romantic discovery created no slight impression upon the heart of a youth but just eighteen years of age. I met Marianne, (for such was her name,) afterwards, at the house of a friend, and my attentions, by degrees, won the affections of my mountain nymph; but to what purpose were our loves, since we were both of us not merely poor but almost pennyless; and, moreover, it was necessary for the completion of my professional studies, that I should seek in the metropolis both learning and fame, ere I could hope to be affianced to the object of my choice.
These thoughts (the whisperings of the mind to the ardour of my passion,) had found no resting-place in my bosom, had not the good sense and devotion of my lovely Marianne prompted me to study more closely; and we therefore fondly anticipated that our union would not be protracted beyond a few seasons, passing tedious and long to us, although to the world but as the gliding moment. Now it was, that I could fully appreciate the fresh and glowing charms of my native hills, and could enjoy, with the untutored and wild imagination of my Marianne, during our picturesque wanderings, the sublimity and pathos of nature, the grandeur of Cambria's broken ridges of' mountain, and the hallowed seclusion of her vales, studded with the sweet-scented early violets, which seemed to have borrowed their cerulean lustre from the bright and glorious heavens above. I had never before known the blessing of a sympathising companion in my joys or woes; the world appeared expanded afr sh to my view, as the sun rises upon the ocean, full and luminous. My intelligent and sweet companion was to me a Mentor, a very guardian angel; she took every opportunity of conjuring me, with modest and serious concern, to beware of the many dangers which her affection anticipated for me in the multitudinous world that was so soon to be the scene of my exertion for professional honours; and I treasured them up in my mind, resolving (but alas forgetting the frailty of my bark,) to weather the tempest I had to contend with. Months were passed by us in the sweetest interchange of sympathy, and