The Wheel Now Ceased Turning, And The Man With The Adze Turned His Face Full Upon Me - He Was A Stern-Looking, Dark Man, With Black Hair, Of About Forty; After A Moment Or Two He Said That If I Chose To Walk Into The House I Should Be Welcome.

He then conducted us into the house, a common-looking stone tenement, and bade us be seated.

I asked him if he was a descendant of Huw Morus; he said he was; I asked him his name, which he said was Huw - . "Have you any of the manuscripts of Huw Morus?" said I.

"None," said he, "but I have one of the printed copies of his works."

He then went to a drawer, and taking out a book, put it into my hand, and seated himself in a blunt, careless manner. The book was the first volume of the common Wrexham edition of Huw's works; it was much thumbed - I commenced reading aloud a piece which I had much admired in my boyhood. I went on for some time, my mind quite occupied with my reading; at last lifting my eyes I saw the man standing bolt upright before me, like a soldier of the days of my childhood, during the time that the adjutant read prayers; his hat was no longer upon his head, but on the ground, and his eyes were reverently inclined to the book. After all what a beautiful thing it is, not to be, but to have been a genius.

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