I thought I had read the lives of all the eminent people who lived and died in our communion." "He did not die in the Baptist communion," said I.
"Oh, he didn't die in it," said Morgan; "What, did he go over to the Church of England?
a pretty fellow!" "He did not go over to the Church of England," said I, "for the Church of England does not exist in Holland; he went over to the Church of Rome." "Well, that's not quite so bad," said Morgan; "however, it's bad enough.
I daresay he was a pretty blackguard." "No," said I: "he was a pure virtuous character, and perhaps the only pure and virtuous character that ever went over to Rome.

The only wonder is that so good a man could ever have gone over to so detestable a church; but he appears to have been deluded." "Deluded indeed!" said Morgan.

"However, I suppose he went over for advancement's sake." "No," said I; "he lost every prospect of advancement by going over to Rome: nine-tenths of his countrymen were of the reformed religion, and he endured much poverty and contempt by the step he took." "How did he support himself ?" said Morgan.
"He obtained a livelihood," said I, "by writing poems and plays, some of which are wonderfully fine." "What," said Morgan, "a writer of Interludes?
One of Twm o'r Nant's gang! I thought he would turn out a pretty fellow." I told him that the person in question certainly did write Interludes, for example Noah, and Joseph at Goshen, but that he was a highly respectable, nay venerable character.
"If he was a writer of Interludes," said Morgan, "he was a blackguard; there never yet was a writer of Interludes, or a person who went about playing them, that was not a scamp.

He might be a clever man, I don't say he was not.

Who was a cleverer man than Twm o'r Nant with his Pleasure and Care, and Riches and Poverty, but where was there a greater blackguard?
Why, not in all Wales.