Address to the Chairman. Henffych o ddawnwych ddywenydd, Syr Risiard, I Awen fad iawn ef fydd A chu lais yn achlesydd. O'i dda rinwedd ddewr hynod, cu lwyddawł Noddwr y gân giàn ei glod, Was da addfwyn Eisteddfod. Llawenydd ein Llyw union, eich gweled A'ch golwg mor foddlon, Ym mysg Beirdd, a miwsig bôn, I noddi Awenyddiaeth, wych alwad, Yu glau yn ddiau e ddaeth Brythoneg hêr iaith union, law-forwyn Tra amser, tra ser, tra sôn, RICHARD PARRY, Llanerchymedd. Annerchiad i Eisteddfod Beaumaris. Henffych well, Gastell, ein Gwestawr-mirain Beaumaris brydferthfawr, Eisteddfod, yd west hoeddfawr Daeth o lwydd, diau i'th lawr. Yn awr Môn wen, crechwena-iawn achos Caed Eisteddfod, hyuod ha! Llon wychawl llawenycha. Syw roesaw i Syr Risiad-ein dewrwych Baron-hil, o bur iawn hâd, Ac i'r Awen ein goreuwyr-ddaethant Sai 'n haeddawl ein Seneddwyr Heb Iorwerth-er ein cyfnerthu-wele Hil Tudor ein Cynor cu, Er alltudio hyd i orwyllt oedwig, THOMAS PARRY, Llanerchymed.!. Breathes the soul of a Goronwy through Mona's fair isle? On the wings of sweet zephyrs and grac'd with a smile, Dwells the spirit of Ionawr with mortals below? Or in heav'n, to the harp, do his joys ever flow, While he sings to the Trinity there? Shall Kerry's blest Shepherd, retir'd to the shade, Neglected, sweet moralist, lie? My country forbid it! Or Virtue shall fade, And Charity weep in the sky. Strike the lyre! May his praise, as the seasons roll on, Embellish the soul-thrilling strain! While the walls of Beaumaris Castle, anon, Respond the fair theme o'er again. Unassuming, the muse, from Siluria remote, Greets the Congress of Cambria so fair; While the bard and the minstrel its mirth shall promote, Hail, Cambria, hail gladly this festival day, H. JONES, Merthyr Tydvil. Entwin'd be thy muse with the brightest of flowers; Illum'd be that genius, immortal the day, That the minstrel-bard chaunts in these grey hoary towers. For the harp's swelling strains with emotion's more sweet When the bards and their patrons thus happily meet. The strains of our Cynfeirdd, inspired of yore, Awake, and repel the proud Borderer's tale; This Congress of Bardism and Royalty-Fame Within these bold turrets, 'mid our ancestors' wail, By horror once vision'd of old in our land, For allay'd were the wrath of that proud ruthless king The bright sun of Freedom's gold radiance distils The glory fiend's vanish'd that dyed our green hills. In the courts of the kingly thou'st often communed, To the fair race of Tudor, brave sire of Mon; To the much honour'd patriot-record we the fame While the minstrel and bard their fond raptures proclaim In greeting the fam'd one, whose munificent hand Revives the fond strains of his dear native land. Hil telynorion, doed aduerth i'ch tannau; Mewn cof tra daiaren, boed iaith yr hen Frython, THOMAS LLOYD JONES, Holywell. Premiums Awarded. Mr. Jones, the secretary, stated that the next business would be the adjudication of prizes to the successful authors of literary compositions. They came on in the following order : PRIZE I. For the best six stanzas (chwe Englynion), on Menai Bridge, a premium of £7, and a medal of the value of £2. For the second best on the same subject, a premium of £3 10s. The Secretary called upon the judges to come forward and declare the successful candidates. The Rev. Evan Evans, who was one of them, said that the subject had excited great interest among the sons of the Awen, for no less than sixty-two Upon a subject so confined, and allowing so compositions had been sent in! little scope for the display of superior genius, the judges had felt great difficulty in coming to a decision. There were eight poems of merit, seven of which were so much upon a par, that they would consider it an act of injustice to award the second prize to any oue in particular, to the exclusion of the other competitors. They considered the paper sigued "DEINIOL," the best, and recommended that the medal and £3 108. should be given to him; and the £7 divided equally among the rest. "Deiniol" was requested to declare himself, and immediately the Rev. David Williams, of Clynnog, answered as the representative of Ebenezer Thomas, of the same place. The reverend gentleman was invested with the medal by Lady Williams, of Beaumaris. ENGLYNION AR BONT MENAI. Pont Menai pa'nd dymunol-ei chadwyn Di lerw Din, o lawer dól, Oesol adail seiliedig-ar waelod Nid all y don a'i dull dig. Er dull dig rhuad hallt eigion-ni syfl Ac o'i ffurfio caiff Arfon Bont tra myg i ben tir Món. Pen tir Môn pa antur mwy-ei gyrhaedd A ddaw a glan yn ddi glwy. Di glwy, yw tramwy a gwneud tremiad―ar Uwch o ran ei chywreiniad At iawn les na phont un wlâd. Nid oes un wlad îs y Ne' lon-fyth deifl Y fath Did tros afon; Na chynnygiwch, Enwogion, Heb wneud taith hyd y Bont hon. The second prize was divided among the seven competitors, according to the recommendation of the judges. PRIZE II. The president's premium of £10 to the author of the best elegy on Owain Myfyr. The Secretary said that he was sorry only two compositions had been received upon this subject; neither of which were considered by the judges of sufficient merit to claim the prize. The subject would therefore be left open to future competition. PRIZE III. A premium of £15, and a medal of the value of £5, for the best Essay in English, on the History of the Island of Anglesey, with biographical sketches of the eminent men it produced; and a premium of £7 108. for the second best Essay, in English, on the same subject. The Secretary having called the person using the signature of " Bronwen" to come forward, and no one answering, broke open the seal, aud declared Miss Angharad Liwyd, of Caerwys, to be the author. Miss Charlotte Williams was invested with the medal as the representative of the author, Miss Llwyd, by the president. Henry Davies, esq. of Cheltenham, then came forward, and recited the following ode-his vocal intonation was exceedingly clear, accompanied by proper action and pathos. Isle of the Druid and the Bard! since thou Centuries have roll'd With more to thee than centuries of woe; Upon the 'scutcheon of thine ancient fame,— Had History's muse still left untold Dash'd through the barriers that had long withstood Of Cambria that, undimm'd and bright, Had blaz'd for centuries, was quenched in blood! From mountain-cave and glen! Seem'd it not then, dark island, unto those Who loved thee most, and served thee unto death, That night eternal was about to close Around the land, where erst alone The light of Freedom and of Genius shone; The dauntless heart that never quail'd In battle's onset, fainted now! Patriot alike and poet failed To mourn their country's overthrow! Torn were the harp-stings-hush'd the voice of song; Five hundred years went by, and still The lyre of Mona slept, Nor was there one to wake the thrill Of rapture and of hope, until Her own Goronwy-bard beloved! Its chords in triumph swept; And to the Loigrian scoffer proved Should never pass away: But long as Arvon's mountain stand Should sound, through Time's remotest gay, "To high-born Howel's sharp, and soft Llewelyn's lay." And lo; again, again, The bardic strain |