tion of a ford a little lower down, called Cefn Twm Bach, which they crossed, and by that means came between Llewellyn and his army. The only chance of safety now left was to secrete himself. But he was at length found in a narrow dingle, in which he lay concealed, three miles north of Buelt, and about five from his army; the place was afterwards called Cwm Llewellyn. They cut off his head, and buried him near the spot; at some subsequent period, a house was erected over his grave, which goes by the name of Cefn-y-Bedd, or the top of the grave. Heroic Prince! when o'er Carnarvon waved And Merlin's mystic verse. Sotheby. The following dirge written by his aged bard, Gryffith, the son of Ynad, is deeply embued with the grief felt by the people for the loss of the last and greatest of their leaders, and their favorite prince : On every wind, o'er hill and glen, come sounds of woe and wailing,- Break heart, ere thoughts of my loved lord, and of his generous soul, * The spot where the great Arthur was mortally wounded There is no green spot in the waste, our anguished thoughts to rest; + In offering this hasty version from the Welch Chronicle, the author is sensible of having lost much of the power and beauty of the fine old lament; but he is happy in an occasion of referring all those interested in the subject to an original production contained in a little volume of poems by William Stanley Roscoe. It is entitled 'Llewellyn.'— (See Blackwood's Magazine for February, 1835.) CHAPTER III. CHESTER. The crooked creekes and pretie brookes The flowing tydes that spread the land, The stately woods that like a hoope Doe compasse all the vale; The princely plots that stand in troope, To beautifie the dale; The rivers that doe daily runne, As cleare as christall stone, Shews that most pleasures under sunne CARLEON had alone. Worthiness of Wales. THE Deva of the old Britons, and the Roman City of the Legions'-Chester-abounds in too many interesting associations to be passed over in silence. Justly proud of her ancient loyalty, her high-born families, and the unbroken spirit exhibited in all her vicissitudes, she is still more enviable, perhaps, for the quiet prosperity and dignified ease of these her later days. The extensive sweep of her once formidable and castellated walls proclaims her former greatness; and, at every step, the thoughtful stranger is reminded that he beholds a city of the past.' Rising boldly above the Dee, its singular construction and angular streets attest its Roman origin; while altars, arms, statues, * * The old monkish authorities, particularly that of Ranulph, would lead us to infer the contrary, as it is quaintly expressed in the following curious rhymes : The founder of this city as saith Polycronicon, Was Leon Gaure, a mighty strong giant, But King Leir, a Britain fine and valiant, |