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of the fifth century; his mother was Tegvan, daughter of Tewdwr Mawr.

12 Peirio, one of the sons of Caw, of Britain, and lord of Cwm Cawlwyd, lived about the commencement of the sixth century. 13 Eigrad, the son of Caw y Coed aur, lived in the middle of the sixth century.

14 Gallgov, son of Caw of Britain, lived about the middle of the sixth century.

15 Cadwaladr, styled the Blessed, was the son of Cadwallon ap Cadvan ap Iago ap Beli ap Rhun ap Maelgwn; he was the last king of the Britains, and is said to have founded Cadwaladr church, in 686, when he abdicated the throne, and went to Rome, where he died in 703; this church was called Eglwysael, or Church on the brow, before it was dedicated to Cadwaladr.

16 Meirion, the son of Owain Danwyn ap Einiawn Urth ap Cynedda, lived in the close of the fifth century.

17 Ceinwen, daughter of Brychan, lived about the middle of the fifth century.

18 Cafo, the son of Caw, of Britain, lived about the middle of the sixth century. At Fynon Gafo, a celebrated well in the parish, young cocks were used to be offered to the saint, to prevent children from crying.

19 Nidan, the son of Gwrvyw ap Pasgen ap Cynvarch ap Meirchion ap Grwst ap Cenau ap Coel Godebog, lived in the beginning of the seventh century.

20 Edwen was either a niece or daughter of Edwin of Northumberland; she was educated under Cadvan, at Caersegaint, (Caernarvon,) and lived about the middle of the sixth century.

21 Llanddeiniol Vab, i. e. son of Deiniol ap Dynawd ap Pabo; he lived about the beginning of the sixth century.

22 Penmynydd was the ancient residence of Owain ap Maredydd ap Tudor Vychan, grandfather of Henry VII.

23 Flewyn, the son of Ithel Hael, or Ithel the Generous, lived about the year 480.

24 Maethlu, the son of Caredawg Vreichvras, or the Strongarmed, lived in the middle of the sixth century.

25 Mechell, a daughter of Brychan, lived in the middle of the fifth century.

26 Tysilio, the son of Brochwal Ysgythrawg ap Cyngen ap Cadell Deyrnllug, lived about the middle of the seventh century; his mother, Addun Benasgell, or Addun the Winged-head, was the daughter of Pabo Post Brydain.

27 The ancient name of Newborough was Rhosvair, the church

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being erected on the moor, (which Rhos implies,) and dedicated to Mary. In the time of Edward I. it was made a corporate town, and the privileges were confirmed by Edward III., in whose reign it was first called Newborough. In the reign of Henry VIII. it returned member to Parliament. According to some of our early bards, there appears to have been a palace of some importance:

"Mae llys yn Rhosvair, mae llyn

Mae eur-gloch, mae Arglwydd Llywelyn,
A gwyr tal yn ei ganlyn,

Mil myrdd, mewn gwyrdd a gwyn."

In Rhosvair is a palace where hospitality

And opulence prevail, under Lord Llywelyn,
Who is surrounded by thousands of attendants,
Gigantic in stature, and attired in white and green.

Ymddyddaniad rhwng Pumlùmon ac Havren.

AFON Havren, dechreuad yr hon sydd yn agos i ben Pumlùmon, ac yn rhedeg oddiyno trwy isel-dir swydd Amwythig yn dra annhrefnus, 'herwydd ei throadau cyfeiriadol; yr amgylchiad hwn a berodd, yn ol y traddodiad ar ryw achlysur, yn awr yn anhysbysol i'r ymrafael canlynol:

Mynydd. Igamogam* b’lér ei di?
Afon. Moel heb wallt beth waeth i ti?
Mynydd. Fe dyf gwallt ar fy mhen i

Cyn uniawnir dy faglau ceimion di.

* I gam o gam, from crook to crook.

ENGLISH WORDS

ADAPTED TO THE BEAUTIFUL WELSH AIR OF SERCH HUDOL; (THE ALLUREMENT OF LOVE.)

The Scene is laid in the Neighbourhood of the
Bannau Brecheinog.

I.

FAREWELL, my native glen!

Farewell to the valiant men
Who fought for the land

With the Saxon band,

And quelled it again and again.

Land of my sires! how dear thou art!—

Yet soon must the sad Llewelyn part

From the friend of his choice, and the maid of his heart,

And sail o'er the distant main.

Our harvests droop at home:

And many a Cymro now must roam,

A wanderer, 'mid the perilous foam

And the tempest's fearful roar,

To the far-off world, where the tiger keeps

His deadly watch in the forest deeps,

And the serpent his jaws in the red blood steeps,

Nor see my birthplace more.

II.

Penyvan! thou mountain king,
Whose peaks their shadows fling,
Like a dark deep veil,

When the summer heats prevail

O'er the Cantref's teeming spring-
No more thy blaze, at the dawn of day,
Shall warn me to take my upland way,

And watch lest the lambs should fall a prey
To the Hebog's* arrowy wing;-

Lanfigan's bell would cheer,

On sabbath morn, my youthful ear:
But now I listen with a tear,-

That bell has done with me!

Hark! the weary-hearted train moves on;

Loved cot, farewell,-I must be gone:

Alas! I am a friendless one,—

Then welcome, western sea!

* Hawk.

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W. V.

FURTHER CONSIDERATIONS ON REFORM,

PARTICULARLY AS TO ITS OPERATION IN WALES.

IN number XI. of the Cambrian Quarterly, we entered fully, although then merely as a statistical summary, into the clauses of that all-exciting bill for Parliamentary Reform which particularly affected the counties and boroughs in Wales. That Bill having been since rejected by the House of Lords, and the recess of Parliament, however short, having allowed the members of the great council of the nation, as well as others, a little breathing time to recover from the maze and whirl of distraction, into which men's minds had been plunged by the extraordinarily multiplied discussion on its merits, as well as the reiterated adulation and abuse that were by turns dealt out so unsparingly, both on the advocates and the opponents of the Bill; we deem it not out of season to offer a few remarks on the question, not in lengthened detail, but merely as regards the principle of reform, in the sincere hope that, before the publication of our Spring number, the question may be settled upon the basis of justice and sound policy; that the country may have resumed its tranquillity; and that the liege subjects of our excellent and open-hearted sovereign, may have been enabled to resume the loom, the ploughshare, and the pruning hook, free from the agitation, well-nigh approaching to convulsion, which has, for so many months, harassed and crippled every species of our national industry.

It will be recollected by our numerous readers that, in the outset of this work, the discussion of subjects of a political nature was not intended to form any part of our plan; for, although we were well aware that a periodical of the present day could not, generally speaking, be considered as complete in all its parts, if the consideration of the policy of the country were left out, still we thought that the decided majority of our subscribers would be necessarily inhabitants of Wales, the literary men in which country are remarkable the rather for more secluded studies, whether relating to religion, history, philosophy, or poetry, than for paying any great attention to the common run of passing events. therefore, studiously avoided troubling them with the latter, in order to lay before them a more ample provision of the former. But we have since discovered that, whilst we did our Cambrian friends no more than justice as to their literary tastes, we unconsciously derogated from that portion of patriotic energy, which they possess in as great a degree as any other subjects of the realm, and which, by the way, we never doubted they felt, but were not certain if they cared to express; we, accordingly, in a for

We,

mer number,* were constrained to inform our correspondents as follows:

"It must now be stated that the proprietor of the Cambrian Quarterly has been both perplexed and annoyed, in consequence of the numerous and, therefore, influential communications, urging the introduction of politics into his work. In order to preserve good faith with his original patrons, he gives public notice, that the future numbers will, occasionally, contain political articles upon subjects connected with Wales; but in the arrangement determined upon, it is probable that violent politicians, of whatever party, may be disappointed."

Thus much we have felt compelled to say of ourselves; and we will add, once for all, that, whenever any public question shall appear to us of sufficient importance or interest to merit the attention of our friends, we shall endeavour to discuss it with that calmness and temperance, at the same time with that candour, without which no subject can be fairly examined, and, consequently, no truth fully elucidated.

It is in this spirit, then, that we will briefly review the question of Parliamentary Reform, which is calculated so vitally to affect the country at large, and to be felt beneficially, or otherwise, amid the most remote and solitary situations of our mountain glens. Whether "the Bill," or anything like it, be passed into a law, remains to be proved; but thus much is certain, that no spot of the kingdom, however retired,—no individual, however obscure, will be left unconscious of the effects of that searching scrutiny, that thorough examination of the state of the country, and its social and political relations, to which this question has given rise. Wherever peculation, fraud, and dishonesty have existed, so surely there will be applied, to use the language of Bolingbroke, "the caustic and the incision knife." Length of time will no longer be a protection to abuses, nor will malpractices be allowed to increase and multiply. In every rank and situation of the commonwealth, is heard the loud unsparing portentous thunder of popular opinion. The word "Reform" is fearful in its sound, but still more so in its probable consequences. It has sent forth its warning voice, trumpet-tongued, through the land; and, in the language of the immortal Robert Burns, seems to say to the whole empire what he said to Caledonia,

"Hear Land-o'cakes and brither Scots,

Frae Maiden-kirk to Johnny Groats,
If there's a hole in a' your coats

I rede ye tent it;

A chiel's amang ye takin' notes,
And 'faith he'll prent it."

Few are they in number, we believe, who will be found hardy enough to treat this call as a false alarm. Indeed, we have reason

* Cambrian Quarterly, No. 9.

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