Cup of Coffee - Gwen - Bluff old Fellow - A Rabble Rout - All from
Wrexham.
AFTER a while I arose from my seat and descending the hill returned
to the house of my honest friends, whom I found sitting by their
fire as I had first seen them.
"Well," said the man, "did you bring back Owen Glendower?"
"Not only him," said I, "but his house, family, and all relating to
him."
"By what means?" said the man.
"By means of a song made a long time ago, which describes Sycharth
as it was in his time, and his manner of living there."
Presently Gwen, who had been preparing coffee in expectation of my
return, poured out a cupful, which she presented to me, at the same
time handing me some white sugar in a basin.
I took the coffee, helped myself to some sugar, and returned her
thanks in her own language.
"Ah," said the man, in Welsh, "I see you are a Cumro. Gwen and I
have been wondering whether you were Welsh or English; but I see
you are one of ourselves."
"No," said I in the same language, "I am an Englishman, born in a
part of England the farthest of any from Wales.
